tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-60569162810775831862024-02-19T08:24:03.079-07:00Pixie's PlaygroundTinkering starts here!Kelliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13670294540505629887noreply@blogger.comBlogger44125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6056916281077583186.post-8789838428505075882019-04-07T20:38:00.001-06:002019-04-07T20:38:16.760-06:00Falling Behind. This weekend, is supposed to be the most wonderful, uplifting, joyous weekend for those that belong to the Church Of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. . . It is Conference weekend. A weekend where the leaders of this faith, speak to all, and offer guidance, support, and love. I love conference weekend...normally. This weekend, however not so much.<br />
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Instead of feeling uplifted, and like I am headed in the right direction, I feel like I am falling farther behind. Why? Because I am a MAJOR SLACKER! When it comes to goal setting, and accomplishing those goals... I am the sloth at the back of the line, that not only doesn't cross the finish line, I don't even come close. Well, to be fair, a sloth would most likely finish the race...just at its own pace. I am not even in the running. The great thing is however, there is always room to improve and grow right? Maybe it's time to dust of the vision board I have always wanted to complete.<br />
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Anyway... this isn't meant to be a poor me post...nor a lengthy one. It's meant to wake me up, make me accountable. There are things that I want to accomplish, it is time that I start listing them and rocking it!<br />
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Don't worry, no list will be posted yet- I have to write it... I have to complete it. And I will. Because the one thing this weekend has reminded me. I am loved beyond measure, even with all of my shortcomings and the time is now to remember to love myself too.<br />
<br />Kelliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13670294540505629887noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6056916281077583186.post-21030595932675298972019-03-29T16:51:00.001-06:002019-03-29T16:51:17.063-06:00Here We Are...in 2019So, I was desperately searching for a photo of my beloved Kokoro. I thought I had saved it to my Icloud...but to no avail, it was not there. Grasping at any straw I could find, I came across my old blog... and there it was, the photo I had been searching for. Then all of a sudden, I realized that there are things on this blog, that I NEVER want to lose... and why not add to those things? I've always loved the idea of blogging. I am just not good at it. So, while I will never bee a pro at this... I do want to share some of my memories here- because one day, I will search for this stuff, and this will become the first place that I look.<br />
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<br />Kelliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13670294540505629887noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6056916281077583186.post-24234080217723609612015-07-26T14:47:00.002-06:002015-07-26T14:50:16.885-06:00Welcome freedom!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Meet my little pink Dexcom. This little device, is truly AMAZING! Type 1 Diabetes just got easier to manage at my little home… because of this device. It is a continuous glucose monitor, that tracks interstitial glucose levels every 5 minutes, giving you a graph of how your blood glucose levels are trending, and going. In simplest terms, this means that I can achieve tighter control of my diabetes with less effort. I no longer have to check my glucose levels 20 times a day, the graph tells me where its going, and what it has been doing. I plug it into the computer and it downloads graphs, trends, and tons of numbers my Physician can use to modify my medication needs. It has a lovely App that my husband can use to check how I am doing from anywhere- giving him peace of mind when he travels. The app will also alarm, just as my dexcom does, when my blood sugar levels are below normal, and also when they are above the parameters I have set.<br />
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It's truly amazing! I've had it 3 weeks and I can't imagine life without it. Because of the peace of mind it give me, my glucose control is already better. I no longer get anxious when I exercise because I can see if I am dropping instead of feel a crash and binge on juice to try to bring it back up. If i have to run into the store- I don't have to pack "hermoine's handbag" with me, I can run in and not worry.<br />
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This is technology at its finest :)Kelliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13670294540505629887noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6056916281077583186.post-88937938117498698442015-07-05T14:12:00.003-06:002015-07-05T14:12:49.496-06:00A post from the past. I had this post hidden in my "drafts" folder, and thought that it should be shared. Part of the reason is, it explains a tiny bit of what I have been dealing with for the past 7 months. I don't know why I never posted it- but here is<br />
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Ok, So I started a post at the beginning of the year, and tried to promise that I would blog more.. yeah. That Didn't happen. Why? Well, number one I am busy. Number two- I start a blog, think it doesn't make sense, worry that it doesn't make sense, and say "to heck with it, no one reads this thing anymore anyway." I then take a break from blogging for years at a time, and wish when I come across a blog I ABSOLUTELY ADORE that I would have blogged more.<br />
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So what's been going on lately? Let me just fill you in on the last 30 days. My brain has a hard enough time remembering that far :) <br />
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I started Yoga. -Insert pretty pose here- <br />
In an effort to ground myself, become more flexible, and shed some of the (I've been married and too busy to care about what I look like) weight. I need to get back to where I was when I was actively studying martial arts, I can't just dive into it, because I don't want injuries...hence, a great friend of mine invited me to come to a yoga class she takes. After much deliberation, I went. I was nervous, but excited at the same time. Let me just cut to the chase- I was made much less nervous when I found that the Yoga instructor is also my Martial Arts instructor's sister! Yup, I knew her already! So anyway, I've been going for about the last month- and even though I have frustrations with it, and hate it a good chunk of the time (this will be a completely different post) I still go, and I still deep down, LOVE it. <br />
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I went to a breath work class last Thursday... I have never done anything like that, but in an effort to help with my lymphedema, and also in further grounding myself and finding a deeper meditation, I tried it. HOLY CRAP IT WAS WIERD!!!! Again, this will be in another post...<br />
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What I really wanted to discuss was what happened after the breath work class…<br />
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It was about 9:00pm when the breath work class ended. it had been raining, and snowing a tiny bit while I was held up in that oh so very interesting class- the roads however, were clear, and I wasn't nervous. I was too hyped up from trying to process what had just happened for the last two hours. I said my goodbyes to those that I knew, grabbed my blanket and pillow (Required for the class) and headed to the Jeep. John and I usually talk on the phone whenever I am headed to or from somewhere- especially if it is in an area that I don't normally travel. I quickly called him (I have a headset, no laws are broken here) and started explaining the events that just took place. As I got closer to home the snow started to fall again, and quite a bit harder. No worries, I am in the Jeep and it does GREAT in bad weather. On my way home from Yoga, I usually turn onto North Temple from 300 W, right where the Overpass and the Trax Station are. I headed the same direction from this class. Up until this point this has never been an issue, although this was pretty much the first storm of the year. As I got closer to this area, I heard myself say "don't turn here, go a different way." Of course, being that I was so involved in the story that I was telling, I didn't listen. I turned onto North Temple and was immediately hit with ice, lots and lots of ice. I slowed right down and tried to breathe. Still talking to John, I figured I would be just fine. I advanced up the overpass, and immediately slid into the cement barrier. I shrieked and told John what was happening as my heart began to race and my hands clenched the steering wheel as tight as they could- like that was going to save me. I corrected myself, and slowly moved forward, making sure i stayed in my lane and straight. Things were going fine and BAM! I was hit from behind, knocking me forward and sliding, back into the cement barrier. There was nothing I could do, but try to keep straight, as I slid down the hill. Cars behind me hitting each other, which eventually sent the one that hit me originally back into the side of me. I kept hitting the cement barrier, and hoping that things were going to turn out fine. I looked in the lane next to me, and cars were sliding down it backwards. This was bad. John said that I was screaming on the phone, and he told me to calm down, and he would be right there. I don't know how long it took him to get there, All I know is there were 6 cars involved, and I was hit, several times. The result was, Back Sprain, Concussion, Whiplash, Memory Loss, and lots and lots of rehab for all of it. I am so blessed that it wasn't as bad as it could have been. There were accidents everywhere that night- I am also so very blessed that our Jeep was fine, except for some minor repairs.<br />
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7 months later, I am still dealing with the head injury this accident caused. I have something called Post Concussive Syndrome, which involved headaches that never go away, slowed speech, and memory loss. It's not horrible though- most people wouldn't even notice, unless you know me well. The worst of it happens when I am overtired, stressed, excited, or my blood glucose level is elevated. Other than that, I am pretty good. I am not cleared for martial arts yet, but thankfully am cleared for Yoga- as long as it isn't some of the really crazy stuff.<br />
All l know, is I am truly blessed!Kelliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13670294540505629887noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6056916281077583186.post-70388016925820970592014-04-06T13:34:00.000-06:002014-04-06T13:34:06.366-06:00Well…Hello Blog….Ok,<br />
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so I think blogging is no longer a "thing" for most everyone. Sad thing is, I LOVE reading other people's blog posts!!! I know it should inspire me to continue in my own blogging journey….but let's face it. I get busy and focused on everything else in life..and this poor blog goes untouched. So… to all of my blogging friends, Here I ask you to take a moment once a month, to dust off the keys, and SAY SOMETHING. (seriously it will feed my addiction) And I in return will try to do the same ;)<br />
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There is more to tell… I am working on all of that Right…NOW!<br />
<br />Kelliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13670294540505629887noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6056916281077583186.post-85648312289099894962012-11-24T07:10:00.002-07:002012-11-24T07:10:44.884-07:00Another year has gone by...Ha ha!<br />
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I used to harp on my sister for not blogging, because I absolutely LOVE reading her stuff! I don't think I can harp on her anymore- she has actually posted stuff before me now. I would be lying if I said that I was waiting for her to start blogging again before I did. We could always pretend though *wink wink*<br />
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A lot has happened in a year I must admit... Some day maybe I will try to catch it all up- but today is probably not going to be that day. Just know, that it has been filled with happy moments, very sad moments, knee surgery, and trying to stay sane :)<br />
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One of the great things that has happened though- John and I finally met with our bishop. We have been in the ward for over a year and a half and and it is still like we are strangers to everyone. Honestly getting asked if you are new almost every Sunday gets a little old. Are we that invisible???<br />
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I have been struggling with the fact that I don't feel a part of the ward. I feel like I am not contributing because I don't have a calling. I came from a ward where it wasn't uncommon for me to have multiple callings at a time, and I loved it! I explained all of this- and wouldn't you know it, I was extended a call and will be set apart this Sunday :) I can't say what it is yet... just know that it's a calling that feels like home to me :)<br />
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Thanksgiving was awesome! Mom always does a super fantastic job with the food- and we were able to have the kids with us for a bit. We ran late getting there because of issues beyond our control, and everyone waited for us- it sure made us feel special! The food was so good, John, Ty and I went back to Mom and Dad's for leftovers last night :) Now it is my turn to fix dinner for them :) Mac and Cheese here they come! Ha ha ha!!! Seriously, I will try to make something good :)Kelliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13670294540505629887noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6056916281077583186.post-48148266426426474902012-01-20T13:30:00.001-07:002012-01-20T13:30:54.061-07:00First post of the year!Wow, January is almost over and this is the first time I have even touched my blog since... November? So much has gone on, and so much went on last year that I feel like I am still trying to get my head to stop spinning.
So far in January we have helped family move, spent $$$ fixing my car, spentntimenwith Ty (I wish Deserae would join us some time too) and I have started teaching martial arts again at West High *insert BIG smiley face here* I don't have very many students as of yet, but I sure do love the ones that are with me right now.
I have also decided that this year there will be no "new years resolutions" made by me. They never last and it is a sure fire way for me to fail when I make them. Instead, I have decided that this year is going to be dedicated to making better choices. Whether they are physical, mental, spiritual, or emotional.. I will make a better choice every day, and continue on with those choices. It is a win-win.
My lunch break is over and I have to get back to the office... So Leo gnfor now.Kelliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13670294540505629887noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6056916281077583186.post-29814214285197318572011-09-23T14:35:00.002-06:002011-09-23T14:35:59.517-06:00February 13, 2010My 30th birthday. I will forever remember this day… It was one of the most awesome and wonderful days of my life. <br />
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For Christmas the year before, Deserae wanted to be treated to a manicure/pedicure. John and I discussed it, and thought it would be a great “girls day” activity, and so it was promised that we would have it done for her Christmas, and my Birthday. Because of weather and timing, my actual birthday became the day. <br />
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John came with Deserae and Ty in tow to pick me up from my parents’ home. It was kind of a bleak morning, as the clouds kept threatening rain. Neither one of us girls really knew what to expect for this lovely treat… Deserae was not all that into girly stuff and well, I had never thought about having this type of stuff done. We headed to the Mirage Day Spa in Salt Lake, on the way discussing which colors would end up on our fingers and toes. The place looked great, and with that we bid farewell to the boys, and sent them on their way to do whatever boys do. As Deserae and I sat with are feet in water and massagers running up and down our backs, one of the beauticians came in with Flowers and jewelry for us. What a sweetheart John is! I wish he could have been there to see the look on her face. . . Her smile was priceless and warmed my heart! We laughed and giggled and chatted with the girls that were assigned to fix our poorly kept feet. Once the color was put on our toes, and those weird flip flops were in place, we headed over to get our hands massaged, and nails painted. Looking back, I think it would have been smarter for them to do our hands first…and I believe one of the ladies even mentioned that… bad on their part! We chose our colors and let the painting begin. <br />
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John and Ty came to pick us up, and pay for the stuff…by the time we got to the door to leave, it was raining pretty nicely! My sweetheart carried us to the car so that our feet wouldn’t be ruined by the rain. By this time, Ty was starving, and it was time for lunch anyway. We decided KFC would be our dining of choice…quick, easy, and no one complains about KFC ;)On the way to get food, Deserae and John kept passing his phone back and forth, obviously in a very serious conversation that no one else was supposed to see. My curiosity was killing me…but I refrained from saying anything. When we reached my parents home… The nail polish on my hands looked like it was melting off. I hadn’t even touched anything. My conclusion… OLD NAILPOLISH! Mine and Deserae’s toes didn’t look any better either. What a disappointment! We sat down and ate our lunch, then went up to my room, where there were plenty of things for kids to do- Computer, Xbox, Gamecube, T.V. Deserae and John were looking up dogs on KSL classifieds, Ty was playing Lego Starwars, and I sat on my bed soaking it all in. What a beautiful family, I felt so blessed to be a part of their lives on this special day! <br />
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As I watched Ty bust through Lego dudes and run all over the place, John asked me to come over to the computer. I looked in his direction and said “what do you need?” Deserae then told me to get my rear-end over there, they wanted to show me something. I went over, as John stood up, and I sat in the chair. I stared at the computer screen wondering what the heck was so important on the main page of KSL.com. Just as I was about to say something, I felt someone turn my chair ever so smoothly toward the door. There John knelt on his right knee, and said: “I love you with all of my heart, and the kids love you too. Will you marry me?” I hugged and kissed him and told him YES!!!! My heart skipped several beats, as I floated in the air. He had FINALLY asked! I had wanted him to ask for ages! <br />
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I hugged Deserae, and Ty, and walked into the hallway, emotions so overwhelming I was trying hard not to cry. Deserae came out and said. “so you know this means you are gonna be our mom right? You are okay with that right?” My heart melted even more, my love for them is endless! I don’t think Deserae will ever know how much her question meant to me…I don’t know if she will ever truly understand how much I love her, and how much I love Ty. My love for them is endless! My love for John, knows no bounds either! He is my Peter Pan, and I am his Tinkerbell! <br />
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What a gift it was, what a special time. Now each year on my birthday I will remember all those special moments, along with manicures, pedicures, and Kentucky Fried Chicken!Kelliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13670294540505629887noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6056916281077583186.post-43867281575099729602011-07-29T11:58:00.000-06:002011-07-29T11:58:25.789-06:00The First Date. . . .<span style="color: red;">Ok- So this post is a little...LONG! There. You have been warned. </span><br />
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<span style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;">After I finally got off the phone with John, the realization that I had not only given him my email address, I had given him my phone number AND set a date to meet with him. This was not something I ever did. I was instantly concerned with where my judgment or lack thereof. I mean seriously, I had a great conversation with John, but from past history with this particular dating site- there was cause for concern. I decided that it could have been worse- I didn’t tell him where I lived. </span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;">Date night rolled around on Tuesday. I hurried home from the gym, and run upstairs to shower and get ready. My mom was standing in the kitchen getting stuff ready to can. I raced around upstairs looking for my favorite shirt- and couldn’t find it. Dang! The fear of this date turning out horrible had started to set in. Why did I say I would go? I am tired, I just killed my legs at 24hour Fitness, and now I am going out with someone I have never officially met! I ran back downstairs to the laundry room, my shirt had to be there when mom stops me and says. “so what are your plans tonight?” I am sure she was thinking that I was going to go hang out with my Martial Arts crew…or maybe she was hoping I would offer to help her can the tons of produce that was laying in boxes all over the kitchen. I nonchalantly said. “Oh, I have a date tonight I am trying to get ready for, and I can’t find anything to wear…maybe I shouldn’t go!” With a surprised look on her face she says: “A date! With Who???” me-“ Oh with John. “ With even more surprise in her voice she says “Who’s John?!?!?!” “A guy from online.” I think fear struck her- She has never been thrilled with the whole ‘online’ thing. “How long have you known him? “ Not knowing how to answer this question…I mean, if I said, I started talking to him on Sunday and am meeting him on Tuesday, I think she would want to have my head checked. “We’ve talked for awhile. I’ve gotta go get ready. I am meeting him at Barnes and Noble. “ Leaving her standing in the kitchen with that surprised look on her face …PRICELESS! I love shocking my mom :) It may be mean of me, but man it is fun! </span><br />
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<span style="color: black;">I arrived at Barnes &Noble a little bit later than I had expected. Still on time- but I was hoping to get there early, that way when he walked in I could get a sneak peak It worked the opposite. As I parked the car, John called. “where are you? “ I told him I would be in the store in a minute, and that I was wearing an orange flowery shirt, and jeans. He says.. “oh, I see you “ I looked around everywhere, I didn’t see anyone that was talking on the phone or alone. I looked up to the second floor- no one was standing by the railing ...where was he? I started walking toward the middle aisle section, when I cream colored cowboy hat peered up over the shelves. This could be him… I walked past and turned around, and there he was standing in all of his glory in a cowboy hat, dark blue shirt with a small Hawaiian flower where a pocket would be, Wrangler Jeans, and boots that were shinier than the sun. He had a mustache and goatee. I was stunned. Growing up, I used to dream that when I got older, I would date a cowboy. We would meet, he would sweep me off of my feet, and we would move to a place with lots of land, and horses. Here he was, sweeping me off of my feet! </span><br />
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<span style="color: black;">We sat at the little coffee shop and talked for quite some time. I don’t remember all of what we talked about, I was mostly amazed that here was this funny guy, who was actually interested in the things that I had to say, and had driven from Willard UT to meet me. When our rear ends were starting to get sore, we decided to take a walk around the little man made park in the shopping center. As we were headed out, I realized that this could become a very uncomfortable situation very quickly. The jeans I was wearing..well I hadn’t worn them in a while, and they were sliding off of me! With blushed cheeks, I asked if I could stop in Old Navy really quickly, to fix a slight problem. As we entered the store, the mannequins in the middle of the isle became a target of much laughter from me, and lots of weird looks and stares from other people. John had struck up a conversation with these “people” and was telling them they were quite rude for not responding to him. He told the mannequins if he ever saw them again, he would smack them upside the head for being so rude! FUNNY. (to this day I don’t recall him every setting foot inside an Old Navy again.) He picked out a belt for me, and we eventually left the store. Somehow the conversation turned to how much I disliked being carried. He told me that no matter what I did, at some point in the night, he would pick me up. He did. He ran around the whole park with me in his arms. I loved that he did that Being that we were having so much fun…we decided to go do a little more window shopping, but first we stopped for a Banana split- I have never shared a better banana split with anyone, even if most of it ended up on both of our faces. </span><br />
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<span style="color: black;">Somewhere between 8:30 and 9:00 we were still enjoying ourselves, but running out of things to do. John asked “what else is there to do around here.” My answer of course was “I dunno, we have kind of seen everything in this area.” He then says. “Let’s go say hi to your parents.” What?!!?! You want to meet my parents??? Sure, Why not! I couldn’t believe it, but hey, I REALLY liked him. So, I drove him to my house, pulled in the driveway, and said..” They probably aren’t expecting me to bring you to the house… this could be interesting.” He was up to the challenge. We walked in the front door, and of course my mom was on the phone in the kitchen, still canning, in her purple Mumu. As not to interrupt her too much, we quietly walked in to that lovely kitchen and stood in the doorway, waiting for her to turn around.” As she is talking to my sister, this is what we hear. “well, they must be having a good time, because it is after 9:00 and I still haven’t seen or heard from her.” “ She says she has been talking to him for about 3 months.” (where she got that from I still don’t know) “Oh wait, I think someone is standing behind me, I better go! “ The look on her face as she turned around and said “well hello.” Was PRICELESS!! Twice in one day I surprised my dear sweet mother! Dad and Mom sat in the living room with us for a few minutes and talked, then left us to go finish what they were doing. We hung out on the couch for a while, and then it was time to take John back to his big green truck and head home. We left and as I parked next to the truck that is now called “the Hulk” I thought to myself. “he’s a keeper.” We talked for another 30 minutes before we finally ended the night. It was Amazing! Whether we kissed that night, and who was the one to kiss the other one first is still up for grabs…what I do know is when I returned home again, mom looked at dad and said “I think this one is a keeper.”</span>Kelliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13670294540505629887noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6056916281077583186.post-42228184585013874902011-07-27T12:43:00.002-06:002011-07-27T12:43:37.884-06:00How We Met...It is amazing to think that John and I have been married for four months! This time last year, I was tentatively planning a wedding for “sometime in the future” not knowing when that “sometime” would ever happen. Now, as I reflect back on how it all started, it warms my heart and brings a bright smile to my face. <br />
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I had made the Decision to join a dating site specifically for LDS singles. I figured it would be easier, than trying to sift through tons of “potential dates” that do not share my religious beliefs. I also felt a little safer… whether I was or not that has yet to be decided. So I set up my profile and waited for a month or so before I realized, that putting your profile on the internet doesn’t mean that great men are going to gather around your inbox, or whisper sweet nothings into cyberspace. Logging in every day, and seeing the same people I felt I had nothing in common with and/or didn’t interest me, was a bit disheartening. I made the decision to quit waiting and start looking. I also made the decision to get a life! <br />
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I abandoned the dating world and was given the best gift I could have received at the time- Sister Missionaries. I was asked one day if I could go on an exchange with the Sister Missionaries assigned to our stake. I had no plans- why not? An hour with them could be kinda fun right? It was more than that! I ended up driving Sister Wang to scheduled appointments and knocking on doors of those that had been referred or had shown some interest in learning about the Gospel of Jesus Christ. My spirit was uplifted. My testimony was strengthened in just a few short hours! I was hooked. That wasn’t the only time I took those lovely ladies anywhere- over the next several months, I became the designated driver for Sister Wang, Sister Kalolo, and Sister Stroud. I was even blessed to drive them when they were transferred to other areas, helping them move their things, and going on exchanges when they were not in my Stake, but close to my area. I loved each one of them so dearly! They helped strengthen my testimony and my faith- and they set me on the path that I felt I needed to be. They helped grow and cultivate the desire to go on a full-time mission. <br />
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I talked with my bishop, and of course, he was ecstatic to hear I wanted to go. I was in my late 20’s and I belief the cutoff for Sister Missionaries is 30…until you go on a couples mission at least… So I went to every Missionary fireside, prayed, read scriptures and started tackling all of my medical issues that were happening at the time so that I could be ready. I also decided that since I was going to go on a mission, I couldn’t waste time thinking about boys or hanging profiles like shingles on dating sites. <br />
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I logged on to my site that had caused me grief in the past, and got as far as “Account Settings” before a guy with a funny screen name and a picture with him in earmuffs on said “hello.” It took me a second to respond, I didn’t know what to do. I checked out his profile- Divorced with 2 great kids, loved the outdoors, lived 50 some odd miles away from me… What was the harm in saying “hi” back? So I did. We ended up talking for a few hours, and at the end of the conversation, I had given him my email address and my cell phone number. I had NEVER given those things out online without talking to the person for at least 3 months online. What was I doing? Great. I had also scheduled a date to meet him at Barnes & Noble the following Tuesday. <br />
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I will never forget that Sunday- It changed my world. No, I didn’t get to go on a full-time mission, but the eternal mission I am now on, I wouldn’t change for anything. !!!! <br />
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Next Post: The FIRST DATE!<br />
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To –Be-Continued….Kelliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13670294540505629887noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6056916281077583186.post-2797892434326197692011-01-11T09:14:00.000-07:002011-01-11T09:14:36.379-07:00Continue in Patience<iframe frameborder="0" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/654QGjYHlJY?fs=1" width="480"></iframe><br />
After a long, hard night... A night of tears, frustration, questions and heartache, I was met with this video. My heart is touched! <br />
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John and I have waited, for SO LONG! It seems and feels as though the letter that holds the answers and the keys to us being married in the temple will never come. I have tried to be patient. I have tried to be positive. I have tried to tell myself, to wait just a "little longer". "It will come, maybe today! Maybe John will surprise you with it today" So many "today's" have passed by. We started his process in March of 2010 and it is now Jan 2011. The paperwork was sent in September or October of 2010. Promises, and thoughts of it arriving before the holidays have come and gone. Bishops and Stake Presidents and First Presidency Secretaries have stated that it takes 2-8 weeks. 6-8 weeks being the average. We passed 8 weeks. Now I hear millions of stories about it taking 6 months to 3years..and I want to cry. I am suffering. Yes, I know that it is worth it. Yes deep down I know that I am not forgotten...although on the surface it feels that way. Yes I know that my Heavenly Father loves me. Yes I will continue waiting. . . and waiting... And because of this message, this beautiful message given by one of the people I admire and adore most... I will try my best to be patient and continue in that patience, with love, service, and hope. <br />
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Today I am grateful for this message.Kelliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13670294540505629887noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6056916281077583186.post-41712290221532635972010-10-22T22:26:00.000-06:002010-10-22T22:26:39.572-06:00Thinking....<div style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 1em; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">This tree…the “tree of life” Is located in the Animal Kingdom, and is from the movie Lion King.<br />
<a href="http://kokorosplace.files.wordpress.com/2010/10/dsc01536.jpg" style="color: #772124; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;"><img alt="" class="aligncenter size-medium wp-image-46" height="225" src="http://kokorosplace.files.wordpress.com/2010/10/dsc01536.jpg?w=300&h=225" style="border-bottom-style: none; border-color: initial; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-top-style: none; border-width: initial; border-width: initial; display: block; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="Tree of Life" width="300" /></a>It is one of my favorite movies, and today, this tree has a great significance to me. Why you ask? Hmmm…For many reasons.</div><div style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 1em; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">I have been thinking about this beautiful tree, ever since my sister and I had a chat this morning. We were discussing a mutual friend of ours, and the path he has chosen to take. He has become extremely wealthy, by selling a product with a multi-level marketing company. He has millions of people underneath him, doing the same thing and he receives revenue from them. People love him. He has taken this company into uncharted territory. The country of Hungary. We were talking about how he got there. Hungary is a place where people aren’t readily accepted as a whole. it is not a….well off country, in my opinion anyway, and for many, Many years, this company that Kenton now works for, has been trying to get the people of Hungary to bite. Hmm.. No one would. How did Kenton do it? How did he get in there, and start dominating??? Let’s look back to several years ago. like…15 years or so ago. A young 19 year old boy, studied and prayed, and made the choice and sacrifice to go on a full time LDS mission. He spent many weeks in the Mission Training Center, learning the language, gaining a stronger testimony and a bigger love fore our Heavenly Father and Savior Jesus Christ, and then- He was shipped off to Hungary. For two years he taught the Gospel of Jesus Christ, and learned to love and respect the people of Hungary. They also loved him. Respected him.</div><div style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 1em; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">Fast forward to returning home from his mission. He loved the experiences there, and always said he wanted to return. He meets up with a multi-level company, that promises to “get rich quick.” He bites. and because he loves Hungary so much, takes this business to the people there. The Lord paved the way for him to get there, by sending him there in the first place! Somewhere along the lines, he lost God. He lost who it was that made it possible, paved the way for him to be where he is at now. He exchanged his strong strong testimony and healthy spirit, for dollar signs. I am sure he had struggles, trials, and everything else along that nature, along with the rest of us here on this earth- But instead of drawing closer to our Heavenly Father, he chose to abandon Him, and go with what will make him happy now.</div><div style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 1em; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">I am sure one day he will realize, that he truly has nothing. Not all of the riches he has here will go with him. Friendships will die when the money is gone, true happiness does not lie in the things of the world. Yes sometimes having great things, helps us along our journey- but what may have happened if Kenton would have chosen to stay on the Lord’s side? Would he be as financially stable? I think he would be even more so. In fact, I know he would be. He would have financial peace and freedom here, and spiritual freedom in eternity. He would have a family to share his happiness with…instead of an empty house, that every so often is filled with a big group of people, and millions of dollars worth of toys.</div><div style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 1em; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">So what does all of this have to do with the Tree of life?</div><div style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 1em; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">In this life, there are choices, good and bad, struggles and journeys that we decide, how to handle. Each step and each decision we make is recorded, as it is in this tree. The tree is weathered, and so is our journey from all of the steps that we take, and all the ones we don’t as well. As life twists and turns, so does this tree. If you look closely, everything that the tree has ever seen is drawn into its trunk. Everything that we see and do, is drawn in our ” book of life”. The tree of life represents what our Heavenly Father and Savior want for us. When we choose to walk away from that, we fall away, and instead of us growing as the tree grows, we shrivel spiritually.</div><div style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 1em; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">I don’t want to shrivel. I want my book of life, to be as this tree. Filled with all the memories and positive things that have happened. I want my choices to show that I did my best, and that I love my Heavenly Family. I want it to show that I am valiant, and tried to do what is right at all times. I know I will fail sometimes, but in the trunk of my tree I want it to show that each time I got back up and found a better way. I want to stay on the straight and narrow, holding on to the iron rod, so that I may reach my Savior, and embrace Him, and know that I am loved at home, and have peace.</div><div style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 1em; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">I wish for everyone to want that. I wish for everyone to look at the tree in Lion King, and see much more than what the movie portrays…to see that there is a plan for us, and it doesn’t always include fancy things, money, or lots of friends. But it does include guidance, strength, peace, comfort, and Love.</div><div style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 1em; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><a href="http://kokorosplace.files.wordpress.com/2010/10/dsc015371.jpg" style="color: #772124; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;"><img alt="" class="aligncenter size-medium wp-image-47" height="225" src="http://kokorosplace.files.wordpress.com/2010/10/dsc015371.jpg?w=300&h=225" style="border-bottom-style: none; border-color: initial; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-top-style: none; border-width: initial; border-width: initial; display: block; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="Tree" width="300" /></a>What does your tree of life say?</div><div><br />
</div>Kelliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13670294540505629887noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6056916281077583186.post-61892724416524885392010-08-03T11:44:00.001-06:002010-08-03T11:44:08.067-06:00quick recap of a few things....Things have been just as busy, and as crazy as ever! Wedding plans have taken up any space that might have been left in my brain! October 9th is the date- and it is only a short time away until then! While we still don't have a "cancellation of cealing" confirmation- I remain hopeful that this will work out. I keep reminding myself that when I have faith I "need not fear"...that what is meant to happen will, provided I do my part. <br />
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My awesome room mate, is just that- AWESOME! She grounds me. She makes sure that there is, at least a little bit of sanity in the house- whether by finishing up the dishes I started, or remembering to take out the trash Thursday night. I depend on her way too much- I hope she realizes how much I appreciate her, and LOVE having her around! I keep promising that I will step up and not be so scatterbrained...it hasn't happened yet though- and I am afraid it might now for awhile ;)<br />
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John and I went to help a dear friend and sister out this weekend...We removed that ugly popcorn crap off of her living room ceiling. In all honesty, John removed it- I just stood around and helped where I was asked to. He is such an "out of the box" thinker- He figured out how to make the process go much more smoothly and quickly- and in his quiet manner, he got it done! We also removed carpet, and the yucky padding underneath, along with a couple of couches. It was so much fun- especially when the homemade cinnamon rolls came, made by my awesome mom, delivered by my awesome nephew Taylor! All in all it only took a few hours- and clean up was way simple! We ended the evening with Dinner and a Movie- Dining with the Schmucks (AWESOME AWESOME SHOW!) and Indian food from Tandoor (quite yummy too) <br />
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The weekend before last, John, Deserae, Ty, Jordynn (Sp?) and I went to Boondocks in Kaysville. Laser Tag, Mini Golf, and Racing Cars were all quite fun...but I think the best part was watching the kids run around playing the arcade games for tickets! They grow up so fast...I heart all of them! <br />
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Just a few short things going on in my neck of the woods, still a little crazy, still a lot of fun!Kelliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13670294540505629887noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6056916281077583186.post-63512592478561594812010-05-07T14:49:00.000-06:002010-05-07T14:49:00.106-06:00Tired.These past few weeks, have been a little bit tough. I am still trying to learn how to make everything all work with the house and all the responsibilities that go along with it. I have a deeper respect for my mother! I think back on all those years when my father was out of town, and at the end of the day she was completely exhausted from trying to make sure everything was taken care of, mostly with no help from my sister or me. She had to do it alone. If she didn’t do the laundry, it didn’t get done. If she didn’t dust, mop, sweep the floors, vacuum, clean the bathroom, make breakfast, lunch and dinner, get her two children ready, teach them how to be functioning members of a household and society, then there was no one else to pick up the slack. I understand why at times there was a strain in her voice, and a concerned frown upon her face. I understand why just “one more trip” to the store was just as reachable as sprinting to Disneyland. I empathize with my mom. I feel similar to how she felt those times. No, I do not have children or a husband to tend to, but I am still responsible for the laundry, meals, mopping, sweeping, bathrooms, vacuuming, dusting, dishes, shopping, yard care, bills, walking the dogs, feeding the dogs and the cats, exercising all of them, disciplining the unruly animals, cleaning up their messes and making sure they don’t make more of a mess. Adding to this, there is primary, sharing time, ward missionary work, my job, the gym, and martial arts. The maid that picks up the slack for me, changed her mind and resigned! By the time I lay my head down to sleep, I feel as though I should be able find dreamland instantly. Instead, I think of all the things I still have yet to accomplish. I worry that I am not being a good enough “pack leader” for the animals I love and adore so much. Eventually I do fall asleep, even if it is just before the alarm goes off. I know it will get better, I know that it will not always feel this overwhelming, and I do enjoy my cute little house…even if the disposal, toilet and faucets need to be replaced. <br />
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I haven’t mowed the backyard since I moved in, and the grass is so tall, I lose Daisy in it. Tramp has to jump like a jackrabbit just to get through it, and daisy is like a snake, staying low to the ground whipping her way around. The front lawn was mowed by my dear sweet John, and since then, has grown again with all the rain we have received- maybe he will be gracious enough to surprise me again and mow both! <br />
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I don’t mean to sound all whiney or anything- I truly am blessed! I know that I am being watched out for, and that if I were to ever need it, my family and friends would be there to help- all I would have to do is call…I am just trying to learn to be self-sufficient. I will get there, and tomorrow will be a better day. After all, it is SATURDAY!!!Kelliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13670294540505629887noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6056916281077583186.post-75887465134843395342010-05-04T13:26:00.002-06:002010-05-04T13:26:49.820-06:00Not much....I have been struggling with this poor little blog for quite some time now. I look at all those amazing blogs out there that I silently read…the ones that inspire me, uplift me, and make me feel like I am semi-normal, and wonder how those amazing people have the courage to put there innermost thoughts and feelings into a network of trillions of people! With all of the bad stuff that is so easily accessible on the internet, how can someone trust enough to put their story out there? I came to the realization quite quickly, that yes, there are a lot of horrible things that are all too easy to find with a click of a button. That darn little mouse has made many great men and women fall into things that they otherwise, would hopefully never have delved into, had they not clicked that button. It is enough to make anyone leery of using this great technology. But on the flip side of it, there is so much good on here as well! So many places to be uplifted, inspired and to learn and grow! I am amazed every day that I find something that makes me stop and think of how grateful and lucky I am to be where I am, and to know the things I know! I have decided that I want to be a part of it. I want to inspire, uplift and enlighten others. I have been on the receiving end of so many others inspiring thoughts and honest and open feelings, I want to give back as well. Besides, for now, I only know of maybe two or three people besides me that even look at this little blog, and it is ok! I know those two or three other people, and they are pretty darn awesome! The rest of the world that I don’t know, whether they stop by or don’t- doesn’t bother me in the least. I know that if it ever becomes and issue, there is a button to fix it!Kelliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13670294540505629887noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6056916281077583186.post-3064948312893443162010-03-10T14:45:00.000-07:002010-03-10T14:45:31.750-07:00Rewind. . .So many times these past few months, I have wanted to sit down, and "blog away"...but being that lately, my little world has been so crazy, the opportunity never presented itself. I sit back and wish I could rewind parts of the past few months, do them over, or just plain, enjoy them more...<br />
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I started the year, with a fun challenge to myself, of taking 1 picture per day, and posting it. Obviously that hasn't happened. Not only have I failed to use my beloved camera, I have lost the USB cord :( Sad Day! Eventually I will find it, or break down and buy a new one. Who knows, maybe by April, things will calm down :) <br />
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What have I been up to you ask??? Are you sure you really want to know...here's a rewind of "life as Kellie knows it." <br />
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In January I was called to be a teacher in the Primary :) I missed the Primary, my few short months away from it were well...interesting, fun, but still I missed it. Two weeks after I was called to be a teacher, I was sitting in Sacrament meeting when they released me, asked me to stand to be called as the 2nd Counselor in Primary! What a shock! Getting a calling from the pulpit, it's pretty awesome! I can see how some people would like to be asked in private first...but honestly, the small element of surprise was kind of fun! I currently watch over the senior primary, which I tend to gravitate more towards the smaller ones, but it is a great challenge, and I love each and every child in there! <br />
Along with this awesome calling comes Presidency meetings every other week, Primary activities to plan, Scout meetings, and banquets to attend, and Sharing times to prepare. I am also STILL a ward missionary ( and don't plan on giving that one up easily either) <br />
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At the end of January, beginning of February, I finally got tired of John and I discussing how when we get married, we will have to rent for a while until his credit improves. The thought of renting someone else's property, and basically throwing my money down the drain, makes me ill. The stress of not having a place to call my own is enough to keep me awake at night. I am getting rid of that stress. I called my oh so awesome Realtor, asked him where to begin, and the process of loan approval and house hunting began! I was so desperately praying to be able to find a place that would work for me, in my ward...but unfortunately, my price range doesn't fall in to "insanely ridiculous for the amount of house you'll be getting". Who knew that the area my parents live in was so popular??? The thought of one day leaving my ward, and everyone I have grown up with- tears at my heartstrings. I have lived in this ward forever. I LOVE my ward. I love it so much, that the thought of living next door to my parents, wouldn't scare me, so long as I could go to my same ward. There isn't a better ward out there, really! I have visited other wards, and they aren't the same. People visit my ward, and instantly love it (Yay Springview!) Anyway, it is not possible for me to buy in my stake, let alone my ward, BUT I did find the most perfect house for me, less than ten minutes away, and in my price range. ( I am currently under contract and set to close at the end of the month) John and I have decided that he will move into my oh so perfect for me house, until we get married-which by the way I'M ENGAGED! There. If you hadn't heard that I was, you have now, and eventually maybe I will share all those details on here :) <br />
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February 13th- My Birthday. I turned 30. That's not the big news. The big news, is on my 30th birthday, surrounded by 3 of the people I love so dearly, John got down on 1 knee and asked me to marry him. :) :) :) ;There's the short version, long one comes later :) <br />
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March: My adopted brother Rob got married to his sweetheart Heather. Last week I went to the temple to support her in her temple work, and then again to see another friend sealed to his family for eternity, and then finally on Saturday the 6th, to their wedding. Stories of the wedding and reception, may come, but most likely will never show up on this blog. <br />
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Other things that go on in my life....Teaching martial arts to kids, going to the gym ( I know a great personal trainer if anyone needs one) hanging out with my future husband, getting my weekly dose of Biggest Loser in, avoiding most of the Olympics, and getting on my knees to thank my Heavenly Father daily for the many blessings I have in my life!Kelliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13670294540505629887noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6056916281077583186.post-365524886541619332010-01-01T22:54:00.000-07:002010-01-01T22:54:07.868-07:00Resolutions??Every year, as do thousands of other people gracing this planet with their presence, I sit down and write down my list of "New Year Resolutions." Every year I vow that the treadmill at the gym will be my friend, that I will drink more water, or be one more credit card out of debt...EVERY YEAR I vow that I will do ten times better "this year" than the previous year. And every year I find myself involved in other things by the time February rolls around! Seriously, resolutions and I do not coexist. I think they are great for those who stick with them...those that need the big moment to sit down and evaluate their lives and resolve to change it- however I see I design flaw in the process. For me, those goals are not achievable, because well, they are TOO BIG! Sure I'd love to run a marathon, but 12 weeks from now, I'm sure I will still be cursing the treadmill, and finding every other excuse on the planet NOT to do it. It is too big. However, the solution to this problem...I am hoping at least, since I am tired of being like millions of Americans who never achieve their goal, is to resolve to take baby steps. Instead of "this year I will" I think the resolution should be "for the next six weeks I will..." Baby steps. We heard that term a million times in the What About Bob movie...yet if you're like me, it takes your own little "aha" moment to realize, remember and act on it. I'm sure by now if you are still reading this, you are wondering WHEN I am going to reach the destination of this post. Let me help you out with that. First I will apologize for my ramblings- it is nearly 11p.m. I have been up late several nights in a row this past week and my brain is toast. That said: <br />
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My point is, I am not making "New Year Resolutions" this year. I am going back to the basics of the way I know things work, and starting with a small goal- that will eventually lead up to the big finish. <br />
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My goal for the next few weeks: One picture from my camera will be posted daily on the this crazy blog, to grow and cultivate the inner love of great photographs I have, and to also make my blog a little more interesting. How long with I do this? The big picture says all of 2010. The smaller picture says: for the next 6 weeks. <br />
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So here goes: Picture #1<br />
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Christmas morning we headed over to Heidi and Brian's for the opening of the gifts, and the best Brunch possible. This year we started a new tradition. Not only was John there, but a great friend came. Melanie is the AWESOMEST of AWESOME and I just absolutely adore her! Thanks for coming Melanie! By the time Brunch was over, we were stuffed to the brim with biscuits and gravy, sausage, hashbrowns, bacon, scrambled eggs, belgium waffles, orange juice, and raspberry crumb cake. Honestly I believe I am still full! We all headed in our various directions, and my parents, John, and myself went back to have our own little present party...Sweaters, Cameras, Drill Bit sets, Pictures, Nerf Guns, and much more were thrown around our house. (yes I got a camera) Later, John and I packed up and headed for is side of town- <br />
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Des and Ty seemed pretty happy with the gifts that they were given, and we had the very much expected 30 minute nerf war afterward. Following this fun filled, sometimes a little dangerous event, we went to see the grandparents, and eat at the parents' home. Did I mention we were still full? By the time we returned, I wanted a nap but no one else did, so we played Twists and Turns of Life, Animal Crossing, Monopoly, Nerf Tag, Lego Starwars...and the best part...John let Des put make-up on him!!! I would've taken a picture of this awesome, never seen event...but I am afraid myself or the camera wouldn't have made it back in one piece to share the story! It was cool! The next best part was Des falling asleep mid-sentence at about 2:30 a.m. This is a weekend that I could have put on repeat several times over and never been sick of! <br />
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Saturday, Des decided she was done hanging out with us, so John, Ty and I drove back to Salt Lake, hung out at my house for a bit before going with the whole family (Melanie included) to see The Princess and The Frog. If you haven't seen it yet, GO SEE IT! The only thing that could've made it better is if we didnt' have to park 3 miles from the theater and if John hadn't gotten sick during/afterward (poor guy)<br />
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</div>Kelliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13670294540505629887noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6056916281077583186.post-83774200999029740542009-12-28T18:54:00.000-07:002009-12-28T18:54:52.294-07:00Because he is hurting...I am hurting.Today, we both need this. It is a beautiful reminder that we are not alone, no one is alone. Our best friend and Savior is with us always. Loves us and cares for us, we just need to open our hearts and let him in. <br />
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Be still my soul, The Lord is on thy side<br />
With patience bear thy cross of grief or pain<br />
Leave to thy God to order and provide<br />
In every change he faithful will remain<br />
Be still my soul, thy best, thy heavenly friend<br />
Through thorny ways leads to a joyful end<br />
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Be still my soul, thy God doth undertake.<br />
To guide the future as he has the past.<br />
Thy hope thy confidence let nothing shake<br />
All now mysterious shall be bright at last<br />
Be still my soul, The waves and winds still know<br />
His voice who rulded them while he dwelt below. <br />
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Be still my soul, The hour is hastening on<br />
When we shall be forever with the Lord<br />
When disappointment, grief and fear are gone<br />
Sorrows forgot loves purest joys restored<br />
Be still my soul, When change and tears are past<br />
All safe and blessed we shall meet at last.Kelliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13670294540505629887noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6056916281077583186.post-65864181389295190542009-11-13T13:36:00.000-07:002009-11-13T13:36:36.658-07:00You know your boyfriend loves you when...He gets his "good jeans" dirty, just to make sure your car is safe. <br />
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He is excited to spend time with your family, even though you are still at work. <br />
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He drives you to every appointment you have in a day...even though none of them are remotely near each other. And he looks at you and says, " I am having a great day! Thanks for being with me."<br />
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He is not afraid to be near you, even if you do have some contagious illness.<br />
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The scars from your evil cat don't bother him.<br />
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He loves your evil cat, and the kitten too!<br />
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He watches a "chick flick" on Wednesday night, and goes to Disney On Ice Princess Classics on Thursday. And when the show is over, he leans over, kisses you and says. "that was great, we need to come next year!"<br />
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He surprises you with a Tinkerbell doll, just because. Doesn't matter that you are not a kid anymore, he thinks it is still cool. <br />
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He offers you his coat in the rain, while it is freezing because " You are shaking like a leaf babe, we need to get you warm!"<br />
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He turns around when you are half way to your destination, drives you all the way back home, just so you can get something you need. <br />
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He tells you he loves you every day! <br />
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Thanks John! <br />
XOXOXOXKelliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13670294540505629887noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6056916281077583186.post-24916978678873832152009-11-11T15:20:00.000-07:002009-11-11T15:20:28.371-07:00Halloween...yes, it's late, but who cares!Halloween this year was not just fun, it was nice! It has been over two years since I have actually enjoyed this holiday...dressing up and going to parties when you don't have someone to go with is not all that desireable! John was a great sport, better than most would be...but honestly, it was him that started it all, so he HAD to be a good sport! <br />
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We went to Erin and Merrits Costume Ball the week before the famous day of goblins, ghosts and trick-or-treating, it was so nice to celebrate their 10 year anniversary with them! See that's where John's whole costume got started! We were talking about parties and halloween, when John said. "well maybe I'll just show up in a tutu!" I wished I had come up with the marvelous idea myself...but alas, I did not! I said "That would be AWESOME!" He laughed and thought nothing of it. Well, I was chatting with Erin, who wanted to know more about awesome John, and I said, "well why don't you just ask him when he shows up to your party in a tutu and fairy wings?" Yay!!!! John so my little message, and even though he probably, well I'm sure really didn't want to do it, he said I could make him a tutu and we could buy him some wings! I love this guy!<br />
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I didn't get the tutu done in time for Erin's party, and when we tried to put John's wings on, we quickly realized they would not fit. It was actually one of the funniest things I have seen, watching him try to put on purple fairy wings with elastics that were nearly not big enough to go around my shoulders, let alone my "manly man."<br />
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</div>Kelliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13670294540505629887noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6056916281077583186.post-82305753090813138952009-10-30T11:36:00.000-06:002009-10-30T11:36:06.787-06:00Things I've been up to....Again, I am a neglectful blogger. One of these days I will get better...maybe. So what have I been up to you ask? hmmm...let's see: <br />
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</div>Kelliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13670294540505629887noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6056916281077583186.post-89399479442743550872009-10-11T14:57:00.000-06:002009-10-11T14:57:46.633-06:00MaxHere's my little Max. What a cute kitten! I don't know what happened, why he had to go...maybe he missed his sister Ruby too much...maybe he wanted to see his grandma again. Whatever the reason, Max left this world on September 30th, 2009. He was the runt of the litter, but definitely made up for it in voice. You could hear little Max all the way downstairs, and he made sure his emotions were known! Sleep my little Max<br />
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</div>Kelliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13670294540505629887noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6056916281077583186.post-26190297475683648512009-09-16T20:42:00.007-06:002009-09-16T22:26:04.263-06:00Life's Lessons...September 12, one of the most tiring and exciting days ever!<br /><br /><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhs38He7LMU-Os3r83ssEg1nKinB1WOmG5DKNUJtQqpfpUgJ2yiaqmbZfIO1k__12OCpHBvQAuynES4vpp5yQ-CTqUIEDBj2yEUFKpthTO1j16ewNDCi2mKKJ6BLUmz2iaPhBD9i1eQtZkp/s1600-h/CleoBabies.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhs38He7LMU-Os3r83ssEg1nKinB1WOmG5DKNUJtQqpfpUgJ2yiaqmbZfIO1k__12OCpHBvQAuynES4vpp5yQ-CTqUIEDBj2yEUFKpthTO1j16ewNDCi2mKKJ6BLUmz2iaPhBD9i1eQtZkp/s200/CleoBabies.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382276593093271602" border="0" /></a><br />Cleo woke me up at about 3 a.m. and I knew that I was in for and ordeal! Her belly went from barely noticeably pregnant, to on the verge of exploding in a matter of a week, and as excited as I was to see her little ones, I felt bad that she looked so miserable too! I thought that part of it would run like clock work. You know, the part where you get the box all ready, and cat just instinctively knows that she is supposed to have her babies and keep them safe in there? The one that she's sat in a few times, slept in, and seemed to understand, at least in your head, when you told her "this is where you have your babies". Not so. Cleo's plan was different. She didn't want to have them in the box, she wanted to have them in none other than my garment drawer! See, she knows how to open my dresser drawers, she does it all the time, little sneak! Luckily for me, she finally consented, after a little help of coaxing her by me, and closing the closet door when she finally came in! Lesson number 1: Patience generally pays off in the end, and a door can definitely help!<br /><br />By 6:15, we had baby number 1! born tail end first, and covered in goo- Cleo was doing a great job cleaning her off, until baby cried. It totally freaked her out! she looked at me like, "what the crap am I supposed to do with it?!?!" Didn't help that she was still in labor. The next two kittens came together, tail-ends first again...one was stillborn, but oh so beautiful! Cleo did a much better job with those two...well the living one, seems to be that when a cat has a baby that passed on before it was born...they know not to do anything with it.<br /><br />I was thinking that she was done, I mean she's a very small cat how many kittens could there be really? Guess there were more. the fourth one came (you guessed it, tail first) and it sadly as well, was stillborn. I learned lesson number 2: Always look on the bright side. Two is better than one!<br /><br />After the 4th kitten, Cleo curled up and started taking care of her little ones. I was pretty sure this was the end, since she was more relaxed than before...but you never know with Bengals...I took the two precious angels outside to give their bodies a resting place on earth...and by the time I got back in the house, I hear Cleo call for me again...I ran upstairs to find her needing help with baby number five :) Tail first, body stuck, and who knew that sometimes they come before the placenta instead of in it! Lesson number 3: Nature has a way of taking its own course.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhx-nXggSK5JCt22anrgv2xecrEHX6S_wpN0wuAAuTxvQyHqFfwKhQxx6KPPbWBXvJH4jklR5bvCLILvwmUznnTxm7obyXRgm-Q3z_NkipFmlE2do7osRmBb8PUiNZfF16tvbGvSmgP8j4/s1600-h/Cleofeeding.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhx-nXggSK5JCt22anrgv2xecrEHX6S_wpN0wuAAuTxvQyHqFfwKhQxx6KPPbWBXvJH4jklR5bvCLILvwmUznnTxm7obyXRgm-Q3z_NkipFmlE2do7osRmBb8PUiNZfF16tvbGvSmgP8j4/s200/Cleofeeding.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382275682161114578" border="0" /></a> (sorry if the pics gross you out...I think they are awesome)<br />1 girl and 2 boys...what a sweet little litter. What wasn't sweet about it? Well, my little Cleo doesn't want to be left alone! She believes that if I am home, I MUST be in the closet stroking her and telling her what a great mommy she is! Seriously, from Saturday at 3 until Sunday at 2 a.m. I was able to catch ZERO sleep. I ended up grabbing my pillows, and sleeping in the closet-well trying to sleep in the closet..every time I would start to doze off, I got a nice set of teeth in my hand, letting me know that sleeping wasn't appreciated, nor was it going to be tolerated. I was on the verge of tears by the time 8 a.m. rolled around. Lesson #4: Motherhood, even if it is to a cat, can be extremely painful!<br /><br /><br />Now, today is Wednesday. These beautiful babies have been here four days, and my heart has grown around each and every one of them. NOTE: If you aren't in the mood to read or hear sad things, stop reading this post NOW!!!<br /><br />I came home today, after picking up more cat food, and I myself being a little under the weather...to find that the sweet little female kitten that was born first, had passed away.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrShWIFNr7HUPQwppbHdhdcGMyA-vvQfugmzQoJjyAXwKauc82mExD_FwYzSoYX79sXpq6ojG-s60KM5p0hCHaRIWEeoGogDn9ow6pKeuzll3Z_bLHqak84PmF6lmDVN5tSLWSNFlbY6fh/s1600-h/Ruby.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrShWIFNr7HUPQwppbHdhdcGMyA-vvQfugmzQoJjyAXwKauc82mExD_FwYzSoYX79sXpq6ojG-s60KM5p0hCHaRIWEeoGogDn9ow6pKeuzll3Z_bLHqak84PmF6lmDVN5tSLWSNFlbY6fh/s200/Ruby.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382279634570502146" border="0" /></a>It tears at my heartstrings. I have no idea why she didn't survive, she seemed to be doing ok. But I guess her little body, whatever it had gone through, couldn't do it anymore. I was definitely in shock, and thought I was handling it ok, especially when I took this picture of her, up until the point that Cleo came up, and grabbed her to take her back to the box! My heart was wide open. There was a mommy, wanting nothing more than her baby. With big tears in my eyes, I told her "I am sorry, but she is no longer with us! I am sorry my sweet Cleo!" I am usally quite sure when she understands me. She at least humors me so I think she understands me...this time she did not understand. She cried and howled all the way down the stairs, as I carried her little one. I hear her behind the door, begging me not to take her, and I did it anyway. My wide-open heart was now not only wide-open, but it was tearing in every direction. My cat's heart was broken, and mine was broken with it. My nieces came to stay with me for the evening in the midst of all this...They helped me pick out a spot to bury this little one. They hugged me, and told me how sorry they were... Madison named her Ruby. We prayed for Ruby, and we prayed for Cleo. We even prayed that Kokoro would help little Ruby and keep her safe for us! Then, Reagan looked at me and said, "Auntie? I am so sorry about your Cat! Can you keep another one so you not be sad????" I wish I could Reagan...but you know, you make me happy!<br /><br />So in this very long story, I learned many more lessons besides the first four. I learned today that love knows no bounds, and that I am truly very tender-hearted and have a hard time letting go. When I love, I love deeply and fiercly. I learned that even in the saddest of times, there is always hope, that a prayer from a young child, can mean more in the world than any prayer I could give. I learned that no matter how tough or happy my exterior is.. it must be needed to protect my sensitive heart. I learned that those many hours that I have spent "in the closet" with Cleo, I wouldn't give a single one up, nor will I give up the many more hours that I will be in there, as she is still not thrilled to be alone. I learned that no matter how much I love, I always have room to love more. And I learned that my heart can and will be sewn back together, as long as I trust in my Heavenly Father, and Savior Jesus Christ. Tonight I cry, but tomorrow I Smile!Kelliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13670294540505629887noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6056916281077583186.post-75357849180672657282009-08-25T14:27:00.002-06:002009-08-25T14:49:26.983-06:00Update-Not ReallyMany people have asked what was ever found out about my stomach. The answer is, absolutely nothing yet! I go in for a EGD Scope on September 8th, and after that I"m sure I'll have to wait several weeks for the results. Hopefully they will be able to tell me something useful..like what is wrong with my gut- now isn't that a concept!<br /><br />Through it all I am trying to keep a level head, and a positive outlook on things. Life doesn't stop just because I am waiting for one stepping stone in my life to not seem so big. What am I doing you ask? Here's this weeks list!<br /><br /><strong>The Gym. </strong>That's right. After several weeks of not exercising because I puke afterwards, I have laced up my running shoes and gone back to work out, even if it does mean puking later. I wasn't just getting weaker physically, mentally I was going stir crazy! I try to make sure that I don't push myself to the breaking point, just get enough in that I feel productive and happy. My goal so far is getting there at least two times per week.<br /><br /><strong>Martial Arts. </strong>I never stopped going to classes, never stopped helping out, and probably never will. I don't do the "work out" at class though-for some reason it is less embarassing to puke in front of strangers than it is to puke in front of friends! Maybe that's because whether strangers talk about it for the next ten years or not, I will not care because I don't know them, as opposed to friends who think it is a great story to tell for the rest of your life. I am also taking on my own America's Youth classes in a couple of weeks. Yes, I am daring to step out on my own and try my hand at teaching young minds great and valuable things. Woohoo!<br /><br /><strong>Chiropractor. </strong>I cannot say enough of about great Chiropractors! Just like any great healthcare provider, once you find a fantastic one, you do everything you can to stay with them. They are the ones who are helping me to keep functioning not only through the gut thing, but also my normal every day activities :)<br /><br /><strong>Massage. </strong>Everyone deserves a fabulous massage...there's nothing better, I just wish I could get them as often as I used to :(<br /><br /><strong>Sister Missionaries. </strong>This actually should be at the top of my list, because I'm with them more than I am anywhere else. I LOVE the sister missionaries! If ever you feel as though you are at a crossroads, or in a hole, talk to them, they will help you soon realize that things aren't so dark, dismal, or annoying. I've learned more from being with them, than ever.<br /><br /><strong>Cleo Patrol. </strong>Kittens are due September 5th. Yay!!! Cleo is so funny anyway, but add the pregnancy hormones in there, and she is a riot! I just wish Lucky thought so...<br /><br />Well, there you have it. That's what I am doing at the moment. What next week brings, may be a different story- but so far every day is a party, and every meal is a feast!Kelliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13670294540505629887noreply@blogger.com2