tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-60254349392421972672024-02-06T19:05:29.510-08:00Believing in SomethingSharleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07868533450200166506noreply@blogger.comBlogger286125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6025434939242197267.post-4887401644149802792011-08-15T13:12:00.001-07:002012-06-26T16:51:43.624-07:00Check It<br />
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I'm posting somewhere new from now on.</div>
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Lots of exciting stuff has been going on over there.</div>
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Be sure to check it out and let me know what you think.</div>
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You can view my new blog <a href="http://believinginsomething.com/">here</a>.</div>
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See you there!</div>Sharleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07868533450200166506noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6025434939242197267.post-44826296653514599302011-08-03T17:11:00.000-07:002011-08-03T17:11:02.626-07:00New Blog<div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;">If you haven't checked in in a while, be sure to go to my <a href="http://believinginsomething.wordpress.com/">new blog</a>.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I will be posting over there from now on.</div><div style="text-align: center;">If you get there before Monday, you can still enter my <a href="http://believinginsomething.wordpress.com/2011/07/25/giveaway/">giveaway</a>.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Check it out!</div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/63/435E5BFC18A6299A770E6D4951F3F2C9.png" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent; border: 0pt none ! important;" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div>Sharleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07868533450200166506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6025434939242197267.post-62936499787410758892011-07-27T07:09:00.000-07:002011-07-27T07:09:33.639-07:00The Bachelorette<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I know you're just <i>dying</i> to know what I thought of The Bachelorette, aren't you.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">At least these Bachelorette posts always get the most comments, that's my basis of what I think you really want.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Well, I will tell you.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b>Once you go to my <a href="http://believinginsomething.wordpress.com/">new blog</a> and enter my giveaway. </b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Do it! GOOOOOO!!!!!!!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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Honestly, I am working on changing that. </div><div style="text-align: center;">So I'm hosting a <b>giveaway</b>.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Yes. Me. Here. On this teeny tiny blog.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Well actually not this blog. </div><div style="text-align: center;">I'm moving on to bigger and better things.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Okay, maybe not better but hopefully bigger. </div><div style="text-align: center;">And I'm so excited for you, for me, we all win!</div><div style="text-align: center;">So head over<a href="http://believinginsomething.wordpress.com/"> here</a> to enter!</div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;">Hurry! Go Now! </div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f7r9QeBdHWk/TimrOFMNdeI/AAAAAAAAC2Y/-_NNqRMnyXw/s1600/TargetGiftCard.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a></div>Sharleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07868533450200166506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6025434939242197267.post-27122970091374451182011-07-23T20:56:00.000-07:002011-07-23T20:56:56.651-07:00I Know<div style="text-align: center;"></div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">I'm obnoxious. Especially when it comes to music. Sometimes I just have to share, though. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ghZlwCFYpYc">This song</a> will make you ache. </div><div style="text-align: center;">If not, you're a bad person.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Okay, not really. But you should listen to it.</div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><br />
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This is me, reaching out.<br />
Crying for some attention.<br />
The equivalent of slapping my brother or eating dog food or some other attention crying act.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Doesn't she know that I'm <i>the most important thing in her life?</i></div><div style="text-align: center;">Perhaps she has forgotten. </div><div style="text-align: center;">This will serve as a fair reminder.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">I'd say that I'm most proud of my domestic abilities when one of three things happens:</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
1. I successfully grocery shop. </div><div style="text-align: center;">This means I stuck to our weekly budget. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Planned a menu in advance.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Have a refridgerator and pantry full of food that is good for you. No premade meals or anything of the sort. In our house you have to make it if you want to eat it (I usually do this always when shopping--it's the sticking to the budget part that's hardest)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">2. When I successfully use the Winco bulk foods section. When I need ingredients that I don't have, if I remember to use that section, I am so proud of myself. There are things that I haven't had to buy in months that I've gotten from there, for the price that a container would have cost (i.e. rice, pasta, parmasean cheese, spices, baking ingredients, etc.)</div><div style="text-align: center;">My mother-in-law keeps all of her baking ingredients (baking soda, flour, sugar, etc...) in jars--because they live in the South it keeps the bugs out. When I was baking at Christmastime at her house, I found it so easy to access the baking soda from a Mason Jar instead of that stupid box. I recycle all of our jars (Miracle Whip, banana peppers, peanut butter, etc..) and I use them to contain all of my bulk food purchases. This always makes me feel proud! Silly I know. I don't feel wasteful and I feel a little more prepared when I have extra on hand.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">3. We had Austin and Natasha over for dinner this weekend. It was a great weekend. Natasha keeps a clean and orderly home...like really....and she complimented my house. She said that it is clean and homey to her. She has a home that I can truly relax in...so to hear her tell me that she loves my house--well that was <i>the </i>compliment right there. My home is homey to someone else. It just added icing to the cake when Austin piped in in agreement. A boy much like Zach--agreeing that my house is homey. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">So what about you?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">When did you feel you earned the Good Housekeeping Seal of Approval?</span></div><div style="text-align: center;">and if you have a minute...head on over to Misty's blog</div><div style="text-align: center;">She has an <a href="http://whatweknowordontknowabouteachother.blogspot.com/2011/07/answer-this.html">"Answer This"</a> post for you, too!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">1. This is so true for anything for me.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> The hardest step for a gardener is getting outside and hooking up the water.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The hardest step in doing anything domestic is starting.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This also holds true for things that cause me anxiety:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Ringing doorbells and making phone calls...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">it's the anticipation that kills me. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Once I've dialed the number, I'm fine. But they'd better answer or I'm done.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Seriously, making phone calls takes a lot out of me. I don't like doing it. At all.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I've had to do a lot of it lately and I've met my quota. I'm done. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Ringing doorbells. Can't do it. Someone else can ring the bell and I'll talk, but I just can't do it. I'm a "knock-er."Anyone else understand? </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">2. But once I do it. I'm okay. It's that first initial step I have to get past. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Same goes for exercise. So here it is. I want to be more of a runner. I don't want to necessarily be a runner. I'd like to get my butt out and moving every day. I'm thinking I'll exchange dancing on the KNect or Shredding with Jillian every other day with a run. I need to get some music on my phone and some proper earphones, but I think that I will try it. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I'll let you know how it goes.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>Sharleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07868533450200166506noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6025434939242197267.post-16243471540910866472011-07-19T15:15:00.000-07:002011-07-19T15:15:20.906-07:00When I Saw This Picture<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgh3_BYCrRXlCxZ5KQPHyRxb5QlfWzj7vUly0paeo5lp-TXLe0ic_4SCjV56TbATatJMgmdai-XNlBlwXMHRXTUwsWi7fXshqoiyT6hrmNzXDb09XGBHXfKpNIzDONCDbAmeFpv-cJaYW3i/s1600/492.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgh3_BYCrRXlCxZ5KQPHyRxb5QlfWzj7vUly0paeo5lp-TXLe0ic_4SCjV56TbATatJMgmdai-XNlBlwXMHRXTUwsWi7fXshqoiyT6hrmNzXDb09XGBHXfKpNIzDONCDbAmeFpv-cJaYW3i/s640/492.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I knew 2 things:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">1. This is a picture that would make Misty laugh</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> (and I know exactly why...in fact sometimes things are funny not because they're funny but because for reasons unexplainable they are things that would make Misty and I laugh...case and point Ames last night which is why I took the picture that I did)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">2. This is a picture that my mom would look at and then later email me that I am the same little girl at 26 as I was when I was 4, 6, 12 (you get the point) and then she'd tell me this picture would make her want to just hug me. (**Kind of ruined it huh, mom? I'm sorry.)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">If I know anything it's Mom and Misty. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">What do you say guys, am I right? </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/63/435E5BFC18A6299A770E6D4951F3F2C9.png" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent; border: 0pt none ! important;" /></div>Sharleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07868533450200166506noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6025434939242197267.post-40789768066596699422011-07-19T01:24:00.000-07:002011-07-19T01:24:43.424-07:00The Bachelorette<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I heart Ames.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I really do. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Did you hurt last night?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I did. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-81-jh3AFRe0/TiU-1Y397mI/AAAAAAAACzE/5H2KLcUmCwo/s1600/Ames+and+Ashley.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-81-jh3AFRe0/TiU-1Y397mI/AAAAAAAACzE/5H2KLcUmCwo/s640/Ames+and+Ashley.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I also played catch up and I hurt when Ryan got sent home as well.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">In fact, that's the best thing about this horrid season.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I'm not invested in any of the pairings of Ashley with the guys.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I'm just invested in the guys.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I like every single one of them. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">So every remaining episode will most likely make me sad, because I honestly like them all. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">What did you think?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/63/435E5BFC18A6299A770E6D4951F3F2C9.png" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent; border: 0pt none ! important;" /></div>Sharleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07868533450200166506noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6025434939242197267.post-10739914753770406552011-07-18T15:25:00.000-07:002011-07-18T15:33:34.198-07:00Church Sign Up Sheets<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJcNUtBji6oTv6zfJioxoGQjq4mIqr2zUpKQOruDkwBlN4zSUPSEFI1pgWXNvU6Nap_T9E2js3Vvfs78HuVmkc51xzFykRdfO78FU412hWFnywPd8M2Fj-VkvqW8Ka2Ddi8bGF3RUB8pew/s1600/415.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJcNUtBji6oTv6zfJioxoGQjq4mIqr2zUpKQOruDkwBlN4zSUPSEFI1pgWXNvU6Nap_T9E2js3Vvfs78HuVmkc51xzFykRdfO78FU412hWFnywPd8M2Fj-VkvqW8Ka2Ddi8bGF3RUB8pew/s640/415.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Oh, I love my husband. I really and truly do.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">But we really need to begin communicating about church sign up sheets.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I remember the time that he signed <strike>us</strike> me up to bring brownies to the ward Christmas party when I had already signed up to bring rolls. That ordeal wasn't too big. I baked while he was in class but since the ward party was on a Thursday and they needed them by 1 or something I had to have Aleisha take 3 different plates to the church building for us.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Yesteday a sign up sheet for pioneer days came around. I quickly passed it on with the thought, "I am so glad we don't have kids yet. Oh no! When we have kids do I have to go to these things or they won't fit in at church?!Probably. I hate Mormon culture! This sucks. I don't want to go to pioneer days activities ever!"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">*Note, I am extremely grateful for the pioneers. I honor them. I have deeply engrained respect for them. I'm just not so much a fan of church social things and pioneer day is just...really a church thing that I don't want to partake in. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">We get home and we're snacking on some food and Zach says, 'I signed us up to help out at two stations for the pioneer days activity."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">From the drama of my response: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Oh my gosh! You didn't!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">You would think me the worst wife ever.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Here Zach is, trying to help out at church and be involved with the primary things and I'm throwing a fit.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">But we really should have a quick discussion prior to going our separate ways after sacrament meeting.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/63/435E5BFC18A6299A770E6D4951F3F2C9.png" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent; border: 0pt none ! important;" /></div>Sharleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07868533450200166506noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6025434939242197267.post-32716423004708589132011-07-18T10:38:00.000-07:002011-07-18T10:38:51.106-07:00Stand Ye in Holy Places<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;">Well, we made it!</div><div style="text-align: center;">Home safe and sound and rested (finally) after three full days/nights at Girls' Camp.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Verdict: Success. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> For the most part. Of course there are things I would've done differently or I wish would've gone better, but for the most part...I loved it and I think the girls did too.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The leaders at the top of the hike on Thursday morning. No, I'm not sweating so much...my neck cooler was tucked into my shirt. Lovely.</td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The theme for young women's camp this year was: Stand Ye in Holy Places</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">derived from the scripture D&C 87:8- Wherefore, stand ye in holy places, and be not moved until the day of the Lord come.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">We talked a lot about the temple.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">It is a holy place.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">But we can't always be at the temple, we have lives to live.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> So we can always live worthy of the temple and that means we always need to be standing in a holy place.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">So we talked a lot about this year's mutual theme which is my <b>favorite</b>, the 13th article of faith:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> "We believe in being honest, true, chaste, benevolent, virtuous, and in doing good to all men. Indeed we may say that we follow the admonition of Paul: we believe all things, we hope all things, we have endured many things, and hope to endure all things. If there is anything virtuous, lovely, of good report, or praiseworthy, we seek after these things."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">We sang <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YDi7ouJ4jHc">Guardians of Virtue</a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">You get hundreds of teenage girls in one area singing that song and you will feel the Spirit undoubtedly.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">What did <i>I </i>walk away with?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> In my journal I took these notes and I am more than happy to share them with you:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">*We have been asked to make lists of things we will <i>always</i> do and things we will <i>never</i> do. I have much to work on. But these are goals for the woman I want to become.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b>Things I will ALWAYS do:</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> -Attend church</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">-Accept/Magnify Callings</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">-Attend Temple</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">-Pray Daily</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">-Read my scriptures daily</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">-Take care of my body</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">-Maintain and uphold virtue</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b>Things I will NEVER do:</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">-Drink/smoke or abuse harmful substances</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">-Be unfaithful to my husband</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">-Take the Lord's name in vain</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">-Live a life that others would not call virtuous</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">*Commitments to self and Heavenly Father take some of temptation away.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">*What can I sacrifice to show my Heavenly Father that I am willing to sacrifice to get to know Him?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">He knows what it means to you to give that up. John 15:18-19</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">*Honesty is being accountable for anything we do or say.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">*Honesty is necessary for our salvation.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">*"This trial wasn't going to do me in and it wasn't going to do my family in." -Powerful statement made by a powerful guest speaker up at camp on Tuesday.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">*I want to live my life with honor and faith. I want to return to His arms unashamed."--Song" Valiant Faith"--those words really hit me.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">*I need to take time. Just a minute or so, every day to think about my Savior. What He did for me and who He is. I will be happier and I will make better choices every day.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I left camp with a stronger testimony of The Book of Mormon. I truly felt it's power while reading at camp and during Bishop's night as the Bishop bore testimony of the book. I left with a stronger testimony of the knowledge or who I am (a daughter of God). I have always known that He loves me, but sometimes we need reminders. I think that is one of the reasons that I was given this calling, so that I could stand with the Young Women and recite the Young Women's theme every Sunday. I need a reminder of who I am, what I am worth, and what I should be doing. I am so far from perfect, but during Bishop's night I truly felt better about my path than I have in years.I will probably share the Bishop's insights at another time. All I know is that I feel like I know where I need to improve, I always have. But now I feel better about where I need to start. Just a little bit each day. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I need to do things that remind me of who I am. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/63/435E5BFC18A6299A770E6D4951F3F2C9.png" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent; border: 0pt none ! important;" /></div>Sharleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07868533450200166506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6025434939242197267.post-37864321915669177662011-07-15T11:13:00.000-07:002011-07-15T11:36:50.907-07:00Most Terrifying Phrase on Earth" The Meeting is at 10 o clock" <br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWPYO1D_z9ymSK24S666VCW1USHru7sl5Whyphenhyphen5vkTPWaBzFVv9jwGixVqJoYLND-a_yPH3s5Cus0pdkGrAsIuc_vSFRZO-FOzedLMmgq54Jk-zVlsL5PEKg_g0-4tFY20wK2sbIH-WMeRIt/s1600/0521-1102-0822-3238_african_american_corporate_worker_showing_a_gain_in_profits.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629649275894592674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 202px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWPYO1D_z9ymSK24S666VCW1USHru7sl5Whyphenhyphen5vkTPWaBzFVv9jwGixVqJoYLND-a_yPH3s5Cus0pdkGrAsIuc_vSFRZO-FOzedLMmgq54Jk-zVlsL5PEKg_g0-4tFY20wK2sbIH-WMeRIt/s320/0521-1102-0822-3238_african_american_corporate_worker_showing_a_gain_in_profits.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br />“ PEOPLE WHO ENJOY MEETINGS SHOULD NOT BE IN CHARGE OF ANYTHING “<br />THOMAS SOWELL<br /><br /><br />“A meeting is an event where minutes are taken and hours wasted.”<br />James T Kirk<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />“A meeting moves at the speed of the slowest mind in the room. (In other words, all but one participant will be bored, all but one mind underused.)”<br />Dale Daulten<br /><br /><br />To get something done a committee should consist of no more than three people, two of whom are absent. ~Robert Copeland<br /><br />If you had to identify, in one word, the reason why the human race has not achieved, and never will achieve, its full potential, that word would be "meetings." ~Dave Barry,<br /><br />And now my new favorite<br />"Oh my hell this could make a terrorist talk!"<br />Carma Burley .. after Two 4 hour, One 2 hour and a half hour meeting this week about a new program the company is rolling out.<br /><br /></div></div>MumofElderLarsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05707924840186094125noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6025434939242197267.post-15007942739590071352011-07-14T10:17:00.000-07:002011-07-14T10:17:00.549-07:00An Oddity About Me<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Remember how I told you about Zach singing <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5glCEfLdBPg">this song</a> over 4th of July weekend.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">As usual, I introduced him to this song. Meaning I turned it up when it came on and then explained why it was good.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I do that with my country music. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I have to explain why it's good--especially when it comes to my oh-so-conservative husband.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Who's music holds true to conservative values? Mine does. And I am ever so proud of that fact.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">So in good Sharlee fashion, I pointed out this line as one that made me feel all proud of my country values and my Idahoan upbringing (seriously I get like emotional and it's not even that good of a line--my heart soars. Can't explain it.)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Ain't no shame in a blue collar forty, little house, little kids, little small town story."</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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</tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">So I'm sure you're wondering what I'm getting at.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I've already told you an unnecessary number of times about my country music pride?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Right?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Yes.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">It's this blue collar obsession that I have.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Before I was married, I enjoyed going into Les Schwab more than going to a football game, party, and a million times more than a singles ward activity.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Why?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The guys with their names on their shirts.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> And dirt on their hands.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> I have a thing.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">It's not so much an attraction thing, although that is part of it...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">As it is a skill and a man who knows how to actually work thing.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">One day I had a friend of mine and her boyfriend (he's her husband now) come by to bring Zach and I some fence making supplies (so nice of them).</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: x-small;">Mind you...this is an older couple...as in she could be my mom. Seriously. Her son is my exact age.</span></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">After they left we had this conversation:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Me: Mike's attractive. Especially with his...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">interrupted by Zach's response: Name on his shirt?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Me: Yep. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Now, I'm not one to think that it's okay for married couples to discuss the attraction of other people. In fact, I'm against it. This is more of a Sharlee oddity than a "so and so is so hot!" thing so please understand that. This man is older but he has his name on his shirt. Plus, if we're being honest, I'll take the husband who is going to bring in a big fat paycheck and go to work in business casual (very casual) clothes to an office job doing nerdy stuff who can then come home and put up a fence or change the oil, tires, etc...My husband knows how to work like a man and that is sexy. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">But there's just something about a hard working guy with his name on his shirt.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">I see him as a family man with family values. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">And I just love it!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>Sharleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07868533450200166506noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6025434939242197267.post-32135199337291853412011-07-13T09:29:00.000-07:002011-07-13T09:29:00.680-07:00That's Not Ladylike?!?!<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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</tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Some thoughts on modesty.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">And I'll be honest--I'm posting this because <b>I want feedback</b>.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">In my church we teach modest dress.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">We know that we are daughters of God and our bodies are temples and should be treated with the utmost respect.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I concur.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I practice this.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I respect myself and my Heavenly Father, therefore I dress modestly.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I also think it's important to dress attractively. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Again, I'm divine and I respect myself.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Dress. is. important.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">You can look sexy and be modest.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Hello Jackie O?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Hello Kate Middleton?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Class is attractive...or at least I think so.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">At a recent swimming activity for both young men/young women the young women and their leaders were told that they had to wear a one piece swimming suit.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Fine. I have one. I hate it, but okay.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The girls asked if they could wear tankinis. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I find this completely reasonable.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Way to go girls!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">All of our girls are capable of pulling of a bikini. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">They have chosen to purchase a modest swimsuit!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">WAY TO GO!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Well, they were told that if they'd like to wear a bikini they needed to</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">safety pin the top to the bottom.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">If it was pulling too much they would need to put a tank top over top.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Because when you move around your stomach can show.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b>And we need to keep the boys' minds where they should be.</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Since when did a one piece swimming suit mean that boys won't think bad thoughts?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">That's what I'm wondering.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">And the girls have chosen a modest swimsuit.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">They are doing their part.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Tankinis are modest...and often times more modest than some one piece suits.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">My thoughts are this:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">First of all, the girls should be taught to dress modestly out of respect for themselves and their Heavenly Father.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I'm sick and tired of telling the girls to dress modestly for the boys' sake.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The girls should do their part for themselves.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The boys' can take care of themselves.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Also, I feel that we are in essence punishing the girls or making them feel like they did something wrong in purchasing a modest swimsuit.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I'm not challenging my church or it's leaders.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Sometimes people bring their own beliefs to the table at church.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">So I'm asking:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">What do you think?</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/63/435E5BFC18A6299A770E6D4951F3F2C9.png" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent; border: 0pt none ! important;" /></div>Sharleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07868533450200166506noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6025434939242197267.post-19703210635240690172011-07-12T09:48:00.000-07:002011-07-12T09:48:02.308-07:00Answer This...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">So, Shane and Kylie are getting married.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I'm the Maid of Honor, can you believe it?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">It would make sense as Kylie is a follower of this blog and Shane is not.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">In fact, he refuses to be.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">See how this is.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Do you see how incredibly fortunate I am to have a future sister-in-law that I like...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">or I would probably lose all ties with my brother.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I love him dearly, you know this.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">He's just...such.a.boy.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Anyway...I am throwing a shower for the bride-to-be in August.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>What are your words of wisdom for a young bride to be?</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">And if you're not married, what are your words of wisdom for one living on her "own" for the first time?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I say this:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Register and spend your gift money WELL.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">That's my only suggestion.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Well that and be friends, but I'm pretty certain that's a given! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">As a newlywed myself, I don't have a ton of advice as I'm certainly no expert.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Why so important to register well?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Because <strike>Zach an</strike>d I was so afraid that we were going to be poor that I thought we needed <b>everything</b>. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">We certainly couldn't register for the best of everything because then we wouldn't get it...so we registered for middle-ground everything (except bedding...we do have some decent bedding.) </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I even remember my Aunt Taunya saying to me: We bought you a bunch of stuff because you didn't register for anything expensive.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">So not even two years into the marriage and we need to replace things. So I say: register well.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I know...do I ever seem shallow? That's my marriage advice as maid of honor.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">So help me out....</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>What are your words of wisdom for a young bride to be?</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/63/435E5BFC18A6299A770E6D4951F3F2C9.png" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent; border: 0pt none ! important;" /></div>Sharleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07868533450200166506noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6025434939242197267.post-43365437966310967232011-07-10T21:31:00.000-07:002011-07-10T21:33:24.764-07:00A Little Summer Math for You<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b> 2</b> Nights until we leave for Girls' Camp</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b>3</b> Rooms in my house that have been overrun by camp</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b>1 </b>Rug that was left outside since Thursday (or maybe even Wednesday) when I was cleaning and decided to shake it out and then got so busy with everything else that it just sat out there</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b>3 </b>Clocks in our house that haven't been working since Thursday, there was a power outage and I just haven't cared one bit what time it was...no matter what, right now, I don't have enough of it. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b>343212 </b>Things still left to do</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b>8789789789312</b> times I have told myself that I need to stop procrastinating</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b>2 </b>hours that I'm more stressed about than anything</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b>3</b> full days and a morning at camp for spiritual edification </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b>3</b> nights away from my husband</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b>4</b> is the number of times I have burst into overwhelmed tears today alone.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b>1 </b>more tip for <a href="http://believinginsomething.blogspot.com/2011/07/tips-for-working-with-women.html">working with women</a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">if there's more than one of them, you'll never satisfy them all...you probably can't even if there's only one.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">cause 1,2, and 3 of nervous breakdowns today.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b>5</b> is the number of visitors that I've had at my house this week. 3 today alone. Nobody from the ward comes to our house. But seriously, if you were to draw a random day to come by, it would be clean, smelling good, and cool. It is clearly NOT clean, the air conditioning broke and the guy is coming tomorrow, and I haven't turned on my Scentsy in my frantic state since last Monday. And this is the week I've had more visitors than ever before. But you know what, I'm at that point where I really don't care. That's how you know it's bad. </div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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</tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">With all of these numbers I hope that my efforts, though they are procrastinated, sloppy, and little, are enough.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I hope that my testimony grows an unmeasurable amount.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I hope the girls' testimonies grow unmeasurable amounts.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I hope we grow stronger as ward.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I hope that I get to hear more testimonies born than breakdowns I've had.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I hope that when I return on Friday it will all be worth it.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">But stay tuned. I have not forgotten you....I have scheduled posts all week long. Read, comment, and share that love. Three nights without my husband, with only women, camping, <a href="http://believinginsomething.blogspot.com/2011/06/crafting.html">crafting</a>, and in the heat...I need all the comments, love, and prayers if you have any to spare that I can get. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/63/435E5BFC18A6299A770E6D4951F3F2C9.png" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent; border: 0pt none ! important;" /></a></div>Sharleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07868533450200166506noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6025434939242197267.post-73096330115913125232011-07-08T10:32:00.000-07:002011-07-08T16:04:54.957-07:00HOLD THAT BABY !The other day someone said to me "Did you have really good kids and so this is your test?" in a conversation about a rather hard dilemma I am having lately in my life. I responded with "Well yes, I did have really good kids."<br /> Later I was sitting at my desk thinking about the fact that I did have a fairly easy time raising my kids. This still goes back to my theory - Children come the way they are.. (This will be up for discussion in another blog at another time Sharlee) :) I would also like to state that my kids are now 22 and 26 years old. I began babysitting when I was 10 1/2 years old. I have two children,some nieces and nephews that love me and 20+ years of working with children and youth in my church. I have A LOT of experience with children. I am simply stating this because I am not an expert but I am pretty good with kids and I am not a Fool.<br /> I was in the store shopping last night and this woman with three small children walked in and stuffed her baby in the cart. The kid was already upset when she plopped him in there and for the ENTIRE 20 minutes I was in the store that baby cried RELENTLESSLY..oh my hell!!! It was not the cry of a spoiled brat, which by the way is still another issue, it was a cry of hungry or tired or doesn't feel well. He looked ragged and worn out and she looked just STUPID to me. I don't know if it is because my kids are older and the time went by so fast and I realize how very sad even small things like this are. <br /> Your children love you unconditionally. LOVE THEM BACK. Don't have them if they are too much work for you. Don't have MORE children if you can not HANDLE the ones you have and certainly don't go telling people how your kids drive you nuts. I hate to tell you-your children didn't make you NUTS you are NUTS..<br /> I made a lot of mistakes and still do as a mother and some of them I will carry for the rest of my life and probably on past.The one thing I WAS given was the knowledge that these two souls were something incredible. I was given a gift from Heavenly Father. He entrusted them to me. I was to love them. I didn't have to be told to love them. I freaking loved them so much. It is unreal to me.. I still do. Sometimes I still mess up, but seriously neither one of them would be able to tell you that they were not loved. <br /> So to that woman in the store yesterday and the ones I have seen in the past and actually I have told a few .. Don't shove them.Don't scream really loud at them so everyone looks at you both in horror. Don't drag them around the store when they are really sick or really tired. Don't ignore them when they are crying. <br /> <br />Love them..A LOT!!! Pick up and HOLD That Baby NOW Dammit!MumofElderLarsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05707924840186094125noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6025434939242197267.post-89545458134178540202011-07-06T23:25:00.000-07:002011-07-06T23:25:02.516-07:00Why the Blog Title<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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</tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Believe.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">It's a word that you'll find in every room of my house...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>eventually--I'm working on it. Decorating takes time. It has to feel right. </i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">It will be the theme of our baby's nursery someday.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The word sits on my desk at school and I have quotes littering the space around my desk that echo the same message.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I keep a book of quotes and a head full of dreams at all times.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">When I was little, I dreamt of my future. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">My future home, my future job, my future spouse, my future everyday life, etc.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">My home with hardwood floors and a wrap around porch.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">My job as a successful and compassionate veterinarian.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">My spouse, my soul mate, he would be the ideal husband/father/working man trio.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I would be comfortable and happy.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">My dad used to try to discourage me. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"It won't happen. Everyone says they're going to have this and that but they don't. Look at so and so..."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I may not have the wrap around porch or the big glorious home or the veterinary career that I dreamed of.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I do, however, have a <i>home</i>. A place of refuge (which does have a porch albeit a tiny one--I still believe that someday I will have my wrap around porch).</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I have a career that does center around my compassion as well as my passion.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I live a fulfilling life.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I am happy. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">As a teenage girl, I babysat a lot.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I would visit people's homes and I would want things that I saw in their homes and in their relationships in my future.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Whether it was the family going to the temple for a date night coming out of their room dressed so nice and smelling so good.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Or the clean house that smelled like...home.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Or the family pictures hanging on the wall.The ones with everyone making funny faces, everyone barefoot, or outdoors in a pile of leaves.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>Every cliche in the book? Didn't care, I wanted it. </i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Or the wife dropping cookie dough down the front of her shirt and telling me she would save that for her husband for later.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Or the way the husband put his hand on his wife's back and lead her out the door, treating her every bit like a lady.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> I wanted it all. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> And I believed that I would get it. All of it.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">And I did. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I still want.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Not in a bad or envious way.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Not in a way that suggests that I'm ungrateful for what I have but there's still so much I want.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Every day I come in contact with something that I either want for myself now or I want it in my future.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I believe those things will happen...and no one can tell me otherwise.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">In fact, if we're being honest, you're likely to just piss me off if you tell me otherwise. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">And so I guess it's my blog is my way of celebrating what we as humans hope for and believe in. Love, family, friends, blessings, and fun! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> There's a lot of power in believing. A. lot. of. power.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I <i>believe </i>that with all of my heart.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">It's such a huge part of who I am to believe. And to celebrate and give gratitude for those things I believed in so long ago that are my reality today.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>Sharleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07868533450200166506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6025434939242197267.post-88556543693754660932011-07-06T10:26:00.000-07:002011-07-06T10:28:43.527-07:00Tips for Working with Women<div style="text-align: center;"><strike>People who don't work with women</strike> Some people dont' understand working with women.</div><div style="text-align: center;">In.any.capacity.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Or perhaps some are just completely unaware for whatever reason.</div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;">I'm all about pride in being a woman.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Trust me!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The world could not make it without us.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> And we could probably do the world a whole heck of a lot of good if we'd stop trying to compete with one another...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">I know that I can be a horrid woman to deal with at times. I do. I'm insecure, <b>opinionated</b>, and vocal. Those don't always make for the best combination. But I also know when I've done something well and I am proud of it. I don't need to seek further credit or attention. I get my validation appropriately.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Job well done? I tell someone. My mom, my husband, even my boss if I feel I have that much to be proud of. Lucky for me, all three are really good at validating my efforts. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">But I've come to find out that most of the time...if you just do your job (again, in any capacity. You don't have to be a "working" woman to have a job...) validation comes.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">For example at work: I have areas of weakness as a teacher. I tell my principal about them and what I'm working on. In the meantime, I have strengths. I am a creative lesson planner. I like to have ownership over my own ideas and so I take the curriculum and I add to it. I create. <b>And it gets recognized</b>.People in general like to be recognized for their efforts, but I think very few of them trust that they will be and so they--especially women--turn into catty women and thus comes the dilemma of working with women. So here are some tips I've come up with for working with women:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">1. Don't ever let another woman see your insecurity or doubt. <b>EVER! </b>She will immediately want to out-do you. Don't tell her about your lack of education on the matter, don't tell her anything. Fake it til you make it. You've got this under control! Once you break this rule, there is no way out. She will feel that you need extra advice/help that you <i>need her</i>. The only way to possibly get out of this situation is losing your temper and that's never a good thing and just plain awkward. So just don't get into the situation. Period.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">2. Smile and nod through the advice if you've already made a mistake.Either take the advice and appropriately thank the giver or don't take it. Don't make a big deal. Just smile, nod, and make your choice.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">3. Men call it a pissing match, I don't know what women call it. Just don't get into it. If you're the less needy of validation, you'll never win. Someone needs validation and the one who needs it most is going to get it. Come hell or high water. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Although these tips are few in number, I see this getting us a lot farther than out crafting, dressing, cooking, churching, teaching, etc...one another. Don't you think?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/63/435E5BFC18A6299A770E6D4951F3F2C9.png" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent; border: 0pt none ! important;" /></div>Sharleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07868533450200166506noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6025434939242197267.post-44820706657262056902011-07-05T09:06:00.000-07:002011-07-05T09:06:00.508-07:00Musings on Independence<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This weekend we:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI2Y8pBM6foRJkVeHLgp3H_FL9n6-NW-iol_tLbxGZd5JG4vp5qufvUpJ8szSYtdoJf0qNoTe7eu2WaAQNWwofBDORzs4dUk9q1D_w4YYM2fp8dxA6v0bAsyeAx4l6UGWkbGJnY3wAH2dr/s640/Book+of+Mormon.jpg" width="640" /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">*<span style="font-size: small;">Read the Book of Mormon together in the front lawn...</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: x-small;">July Journey baby...read the Book of Mormon in one month! WHAT!?! </span></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">*Grilled up and made some delicious summer food: steak, corn on the cob, salad, lemonade, and <a href="http://pinterest.com/pin/52418808/">s'mores cookies.</a>We ate until we were stuffed. It was pure bliss!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">*Gassed up the truck and took Mal to the lake and let him swim while getting a little sun ourselves</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">*Set up the air mattress in the living room and had a sleep over while finishing season 4 of Burn Notice and I nearly cried...it can't already be over?</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">*Went to the temple together</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">*Bought a new curtain rod and a ceiling fan for our bedroom...July heat...you have nothing on us! We will sleep in such comfort now!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">*Spoke to someone about our finances...investments and all that fun stuff...</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"> *Blasted country music on the radio(it is summer after all) and Zach insisted that <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pJSuxWelk0s">this song </a>(or <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5glCEfLdBPg">this song</a>) get stuck in my head...as in he searched for it on the radio and sang it every free moment he had at home all.weekend.long.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyoecR4T4xRProW57t8jO1wIdr4sVIheZXGP-f9gfIyJ6MDSgs0ErWyeooFCP71UWSO252TYQ4yH9vWGufiyeGDUpkuXNjBI4JSD0J16VhTw1EbkXI0MLOGHS_RwxPolqyQ_8tMC_j0mNi/s1600/at+the+lake.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyoecR4T4xRProW57t8jO1wIdr4sVIheZXGP-f9gfIyJ6MDSgs0ErWyeooFCP71UWSO252TYQ4yH9vWGufiyeGDUpkuXNjBI4JSD0J16VhTw1EbkXI0MLOGHS_RwxPolqyQ_8tMC_j0mNi/s640/at+the+lake.jpg" width="480" /></a></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">If we didn't live here there's a large chance that we: </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">*Wouldn't be able to attend a church of our choice let alone read our religious text <b>out in public</b>.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">*Wouldn't have fresh food to eat and certainly not such an abundance of it...</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">*Wouldn't be able to buy fuel, have a pet, or take our pet to a public place</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">*Would have much bigger things to be sad about than the end of a television season. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">*Wouldn't have the luxury to buy things to make our sleep more comfortable. We were living the life of extreme luxury just by being in a house with carpet, running water, and air conditioning...</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">*Wouldn't have the hope that we have as we plan for our financial future</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">*Wouldn't have relaxed and enjoyed a three-day weekend just the two of us in safety </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">The reality of this makes me feel bad, honestly. We are so very very blessed. I am thankful for the opportunity to live in this land of prosperity and opportunity. I am thankful for the men and women who put their lives on the line so that I can go out and get a tan this weekend, sleep in an air conditioned house, eat fresh food, and worship the way I want to.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/63/435E5BFC18A6299A770E6D4951F3F2C9.png" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent; border: 0pt none ! important;" /></span></div>Sharleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07868533450200166506noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6025434939242197267.post-44489538039566423512011-07-01T09:54:00.000-07:002011-07-01T15:09:04.634-07:00THIS IS NOT A FASHION ADVICE COLUMN JUST A RANT<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-iEb7yECF4-FWzBpjnIxKRSR2bFv3O5u_G1n0y6hLhnArGneuaSY_E3y-d1x74vjOhoublqyHe34Nj0fKACtNeZTRye_oJ7COKeeyGc4i2DEqfrg6rfR9k-qXgv73YbXDkAUlDEEs-zzb/s1600/fashion-fail-quality-rappers-man.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624458709078626162" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-iEb7yECF4-FWzBpjnIxKRSR2bFv3O5u_G1n0y6hLhnArGneuaSY_E3y-d1x74vjOhoublqyHe34Nj0fKACtNeZTRye_oJ7COKeeyGc4i2DEqfrg6rfR9k-qXgv73YbXDkAUlDEEs-zzb/s320/fashion-fail-quality-rappers-man.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 207px;" /></a> <br /><br />If any of you know me at all I am not one to give fashion advice. Just ask my kids or Misty about my lawn mowing clothes or my infamous big denim blue shirt (which by the way I am going to gift to Sharlee in my will with that blubbery story about the daughter and her moms shirt) <br />But here are a few things I DO know from living 51 years and working almost 40 of that. Some things are not ok <br /><br />1. Flip Flops in church <br />2. Ditto for denim skirts that look like you are on a picnic <br />3. Jumpers and platform heels <br />4. Things that make you look like a sister wife from FLDS. <br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3l1aMvkKTehdUxw9_OeoGOgHGSvzGjxSaLeJKLbSGFZBdtuT8_mMY8zwxrZ78xNtBBVeymCCxOXdCpNVOlFkLEtxueH4pcdalS-xZFfvgvNmrDwttHY8YYBEcvY9F9ACbZa9G0RyAWaa-/s1600/flds.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="268" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3l1aMvkKTehdUxw9_OeoGOgHGSvzGjxSaLeJKLbSGFZBdtuT8_mMY8zwxrZ78xNtBBVeymCCxOXdCpNVOlFkLEtxueH4pcdalS-xZFfvgvNmrDwttHY8YYBEcvY9F9ACbZa9G0RyAWaa-/s400/flds.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><br />5. Sandals in winter with a coat <br />6. Those Tights people want to pass off as pants with a shirt that <br />is up to your rear..Not Ok EVEN if you have a good rear !! <br />7. White nylons.. on anyone ever.. unless you are playing out a <br />fairy godmother fantasy.. in which case we should not be <br />seeing this anyway <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLA2MoxL5UYqy86snyx_zU1_oMW5jHZaP1HIOV0ga8P0q1rmWrNyVIBBhxwjg_BvGj609Ufnp7-ZH-Ru67cXf2bcA8q8FK9NVe1A8hawBBExav5FJO2y7BjvL4w5SQ_ItrU5oSNjfMuXgu/s1600/82012-283x424-Whitetights.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624457871346852898" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLA2MoxL5UYqy86snyx_zU1_oMW5jHZaP1HIOV0ga8P0q1rmWrNyVIBBhxwjg_BvGj609Ufnp7-ZH-Ru67cXf2bcA8q8FK9NVe1A8hawBBExav5FJO2y7BjvL4w5SQ_ItrU5oSNjfMuXgu/s320/82012-283x424-Whitetights.jpg" style="display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 214px;" /></a> <br /><br /><br />8. Birkenstocks with socks <br /><br />9.Sandals with socks <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaPqLvdFEjAOBVobEFS6ARH_GJ4i_0VInc_4UG1P0-aTo3IRW348FZyAPt9xs1TFdGfzY1H9wJjYqwS5Vd9_sDQ5HjAMawFWjVv8wobmXA8X39it2CufzQnPjzfbfFlSgwtBG4gCpF-DaP/s1600/ss6.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624458848363486834" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaPqLvdFEjAOBVobEFS6ARH_GJ4i_0VInc_4UG1P0-aTo3IRW348FZyAPt9xs1TFdGfzY1H9wJjYqwS5Vd9_sDQ5HjAMawFWjVv8wobmXA8X39it2CufzQnPjzfbfFlSgwtBG4gCpF-DaP/s320/ss6.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 192px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /></a> <br /><br /><br />10. Tank Tops with half yourself hanging out if half yourself <br />is over 100 pounds and I am giving a grand leeway here <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisJs9bhM9YLXwxaqLXPcISHm-ZVMC_QbYq7g2RbrDEwGsKDdo-O6SdmGlqvzBdUEyCb2ywkTh7UsKCG9puaMOoXFdYH-GmrRUe6Wj6_p1HALgrrzkhVZxtB525HGeoBByCf_X36KLXa1b8/s1600/fashion-fail-deep-thinker.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624453514320947426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisJs9bhM9YLXwxaqLXPcISHm-ZVMC_QbYq7g2RbrDEwGsKDdo-O6SdmGlqvzBdUEyCb2ywkTh7UsKCG9puaMOoXFdYH-GmrRUe6Wj6_p1HALgrrzkhVZxtB525HGeoBByCf_X36KLXa1b8/s320/fashion-fail-deep-thinker.jpg" style="display: block; height: 213px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /></a> <br /><br />11. Camping shorts in the office .. unless your office is at the <br />Bureau of Land Management or a national park <br />12. Sweatpants as work attire <br />13. Those matching sets that look like you got your outfit at <br />Osh Kosh or Baby Gap To quote Shar's friend Renee.."just <br />because your top and bottom match doesn't mean you should <br />wear them to work." <br /><br /><br />So here is my post for the day. See you at the mall- I hear Penney's is having an excellent sale. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvJapfG9WWvzdva5sIKR_O8O9y_miw4i15N-w8EpQSlc7PEUoaAqj0tQKcdtuTDPpMDDs8fphbP1OjYY4SOt9RP47Ze9t53GI4ilGwPF_UXgkiQm8IorN0q4nV-8GtNGyYJ5awqUHkyrRh/s1600/fashion-fail-what-are-ewe-doing.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624448576443663650" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvJapfG9WWvzdva5sIKR_O8O9y_miw4i15N-w8EpQSlc7PEUoaAqj0tQKcdtuTDPpMDDs8fphbP1OjYY4SOt9RP47Ze9t53GI4ilGwPF_UXgkiQm8IorN0q4nV-8GtNGyYJ5awqUHkyrRh/s320/fashion-fail-what-are-ewe-doing.jpg" style="display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 223px;" /></a> <br /><br /><br /><div></div>MumofElderLarsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05707924840186094125noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6025434939242197267.post-53109697691548380042011-06-30T15:57:00.000-07:002011-06-30T15:57:24.676-07:00Just a Thought<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></div><br />
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</a></div><div style="text-align: center;">So I'm taking this to mean that it's totally and completely okay that I don't do yard work.<br />
Even if it mean our yard is mowed weekly (by Zach) and not much else is done because I don't enjoy it.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I also take it to mean that it's okay that I'm blogging right now (with passion) and not doing laundry because I don't have a passion for laundry at this very moment.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
I do get musters of passion for housework and it will come, but it's not here now.</div><div style="text-align: center;">So if I feel passionately about reading a book outside so that I feel the sun on my skin (and hope it kisses it some) Then that's okay? </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">If I love chilling with Mal when I get home in my quiet peaceful residence and would rather do that then go out and join the rest of the world, that's okay, too...because I'm passionate about Mal and my house.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><br />
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</div>Sharleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07868533450200166506noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6025434939242197267.post-11997649035608191582011-06-29T15:04:00.000-07:002011-06-29T15:04:01.174-07:00Finding Balance<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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</tbody></table><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;">I have lots of friends.</div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;">Church Friends</div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;">Work Friends</div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;">Just regular friends found wherever...</div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;">I have friends from before marriage</div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;">Friends from during courtship/engagement</div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;">Friends from after marriage.</div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;">I've always been proud of how different all of my friends are.</div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;">Like every single one of them is different.</div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;">It's always been that way and I think it's good.</div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;">However, lately it's been a source of frustration for me,</div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;">My husband works and goes to school.</div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"> When he's home he's usually doing homework.</div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;">We have plans every week with each other and sometimes with others.</div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;">I work and have busy callings at church.</div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;">We both have families here.</div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;">Is it bad that I sometimes find it a little frustrating that in order to "catch up" with friends I haven't seen I have to meet someone, closer to them because somehow I feel guilty for living where I do so I drive to them.I usually end up going out to eat, because that's what friends do?</div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;">Gas rounds up to $4 a gallon.</div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;">And a meal is at least three times that.</div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;">That's a lot of money.</div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;">When you have 10 different friends.</div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;">Wanting to have lunch at ten different times.</div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;">It can add up pretty quickly. </div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;">I can't get all of my friends together at once.</div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;">I feel too pressured to make sure everyone is being spoken to/acknowledged/entertained/having fun</div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;">And almost always someone is not being spoken to/acknowledged/entertained/having fun</div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;">And out comes the phone (which is cue for a whole different post entirely)</div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;">Facebooking, Texting, Etc....</div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>like seriously, you are coming to something I have planned and asked you to be at and just because you don't have my attention this very second that calls for Facebooking via the phone?!?! I can seriously feel my blood pressure rising. </i></span></div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;">It is not fun for me.</div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;">I end up more mad at my friends than happy I saw them.</div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"> </div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;">A girlfriend of mine had a birthday party at The Cheesecake Factory a little while back</div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;">She invited roughly 20 people. No joke.</div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;">It was packed. Originally I was sitting by someone I had never met before.</div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;">A bunch of single girls from a new ward that I was never a part of.</div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;">I didn't even get to talk with my friend at all over dinner.</div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><b>I didn't care.</b></div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;">It was her birthday and she wanted all of her friends together.</div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;">I met some new people and visited and enjoyed some dessert.</div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;">It was fine.</div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;">I left there thinking, "Why can't I do that?!" </div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;">Why do I feel so obligated that everyone be happy...when if I'm the one planning it, it should be my way, right?</div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;">I often get this line,"Well you let me know when you want to do something because you're always so busy."</div>This puts a lot of pressure on me to practically maintain a friendship.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I am meeting all of my people next week over the course of four days for lunch dates etc. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">And then I am just inviting everyone to game nights and dinners at our house...single /married...Mormon/ not...nerdy/not nerdy...you get the drift.Come one, come all! You like us...surely you can all find a common thread of sometime. Really they're all awesome. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">That will be my attempt at getting together with my friends. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">And that's just it! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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