The Road Less Traveled

Remember Grandma

2012-01-25T19:31:00.000-08:00

Grandma Barbara Ellen Peterson passed away on Saturday, January 21st, surrounded by her loved ones. Her obituary can be found here

Last Friday I got a call from my mother that said she was in the hospital after suffering a stroke. It was such a bad one that her entire body was paralyzed. The doctor's estimated she had 3 days to live at most. So my 7 aunts and father rushed to her side to ensure they could say their goodbyes.

I wasn't entirely close to grandma, the way many grandchildren are close. She wasn't the typical, "Make cookies" and "Read Books" to you type of grandma. Instead, she suffered from a mental illness of schizophrenia.

As a child, I remember going to grandma's house and finding things a little out of sorts. Shelves were taken out of her drawers and put on top of the dressers.
Chairs were found on top of her piano.

I remember long road trips to Montana with Grandma. She'd offer us cookies in a Kotex bag,:) and we were always hesitant to take one, as we weren't sure what was in them.

There are many wild stories...as her mental illness brought out interesting sides of her. I'm so grateful that she is relieved from that mental illness now. Because of the Savior, Jesus Christ, she will be made whole again. I'm excited to meet her and get to know her more.

Though grandma wasn't the typical grandma in many respects, she taught me a lot.
1. To accept people for their differences and learn to appreciate people, even if they aren't like you.
2. To learn to laugh at the silly things we do.
3. To love music. (I used to go to her house and play the piano for her)
4. To realize that mental illness happens, and there is help out there.
5. To strive to stay young. (My grandma mowed the lawn at 80)

I love my grandma and am grateful I can call her that. My dad's family had it rough growing up but I my dad is the man he is today because of his trials.

I hope my grandma is enjoying the Spirit World now, being with her family and loved ones.

15 pounds

2012-01-16T11:03:00.000-08:00

Click HERE to learn about my weight loss journey.

Miracle of My Life

2011-12-27T17:23:00.000-08:00

Miracles do happen. There is a God. How can I be so sure? I witnessed a miracle of my new baby daughter. To see a child being born is to witness God's hand and His Omniscient power. It amazes me that what starts out as a few cells turns into a human being. I'm so grateful for His matchless power.

Heidi was born just a mere 2 weeks ago, but she's already growing and developing at a rate no camera can capture. We are in love with her...even on those nights she doesn't seem to get that p.m. and early a.m. hours are for sleeping.

My birth story wasn't quite as planned. Went in for a non-stress test, felt to bring a packed bag just in case. The ultrasound tech mentioned she would fax the results to the Dr., unless something was amiss. Then she would call him.

Minutes later I heard her on the phone with my Dr. The babies heart rate was too irregular. She and the Dr. felt it was best to induce me that day. I was in shock and so was the tech. "Aren't you excited to get this baby out?" she said. "Yes" came the reply..."But not in this way. Is the baby alright?"

They didn't have a ton of answers for me but sent me to the desk to get admitted into the hospital. What? My head wasn't wrapped around everything. I was shaking and trying to get a hold of my husband, who was at work. Luckily-in town.

To make a long story short, they decided to monitor the babies heart and induce me in the morning. I sent the hubs home to get one more restful night of sleep. It wasn't going to be an adventurous night anyway, right?

Wrong:)

At midnight they broke my water, as Heidi's heart rate was stressed out.

By 9 a.m. I was at a 5, by 9:45, I was totally dilated.

The nurses had me push during a contraction and then told me to stop. "We better get the doctor here...this baby wants to come now."

So we all waited for the doctor to drive from home to the hospital (15 minutes).

By the time he showed his face, we had 3 sets of pushes done. One more set of pushes and our little baby Heidi came screaming out. We were excited to hear her cry and know that she was okay with the lungs:)

I was on an adrenaline rush the first day, and crashed after that. But what a miracle:) Seriously!

I remember when I first became pregnant and had some complications. I thought to myself, while looking at every living person that walked past me, "Look at all of these babies that were born! We are all miracles." And so we are.

I am so grateful for this chance to meet my little girl and get to know her soaring spirit:) She is already so sweet.

As far as posting pics; we won't be doing that for a while. I know, crazy, right? The hospital mentioned being really cautious with social media and posting pics of our Christmas angel. The Hubs, being the protective Dad, decided we'll postpone for now. But-if you want a picture, facebook or email me and I can get you one via snail mail.

If you ever meet someone that doubts a Divine Power, have them see me. I will have plenty to say:)

Chocolate Heals

2011-12-05T20:07:00.000-08:00

Annie Greeting Me at 39 Weeks

2 Hours 59 minutes 30 seconds: The time Baby Alderks is to make his/her entrance into this world. December 6th. Let me play out a scenario for you that occurred today.
Ring Ring
Aunt Mary: Hello?
Me: Hi Aunt Mary.
Aunt Mary: Hi, how are you doing?
Me: "I'm kind of sad." (Shaking voice near the edge of sobbing)
Aunt Mary: "You poor thing, what's wrong?"
Me: Tears flowing freely. "I'm just sad that the baby has not come yet. Can I come over?"
Aunt Mary: "Of course, I'll be home."

After crying to her on the phone, I felt much better. Driving to Pleasant Grove, I laughed to myself at my impatient sadness.

Mary offered me a listening ear and some homemade chocolates. I ate probably 7. Yes. Sorry baby, but I needed that.

I see the Dr. tomorrow for my 40 week check-up. I've realized many of things.
1. That I don't think I ever want to know my due date again. Instead, I want the Dr. to say, "You're due in early December." Giving exact dates isn't a good idea for this planner of a girl.
2.Uncertainty kills me, or at least tests my patience. My life and the babies life is in the hands of God. I have zero control over what my body wants to do.
3. People give you the strangest advice on how to get a baby out. "Oh, if you want that baby out, eat an entire cheese pizza by yourself." (Mmmm..I"ll pass)
"Oh...go walking. One foot on the curb, one on the road."-I'm considering it:)
"Caster Oil, do it."

I'm sure those tips actually have worked for people. Is it wrong to want the baby to come when it naturally wants to come? My Dr. will induce labor at 41 weeks, but not before. I'm okay with that, if my body needs an extra push, but I don't want to put myself in misery eating an entire pizza or drinking oil to get this baby out. Ha Ha. Not. in. my. cards.

People are really good at empathizing with me and making all sorts of "sorry you're uncomfortable" advice. I've noticed the closer I've been to my due date, the more sorry people are for me. "Tell that baby to come out." people say. In turn, this joyous occasion has turned into a pity party and I don't like that.

Instead of being frustrated, I want to be happy. This is exciting! The baby will come. I'm sure Baby Alderks is waiting until we get our Christmas tree up. Don't worry Baby Alderks...we're getting it up, and soon.

So here's to Baby Alderks. May he/she come when he/she feels like it:)

So What If I'm a Hippie?

2011-11-16T13:56:00.000-08:00

"Slurp, slurp, slurp." That's me sucking down the last drops of my 1st green drink. For a while I've been hearing about, "The Green Drink." A majority of my family has bought the "Vitamix" blender, that blends vegetables into smoothies so you can't even tell they are there. Sounds like heaven, right? Right.

Just recently I finished watching this:

It was amazing. He went on a juice fast for 60 days and lost a lot of weight.

I'm having a baby and soon to be breastfeeding, so I'm not planning on a fast. However, I'm wanting to supplement my meals with these great drinks. Do I have a fancy "Vitamix?" Nope. Just a regular blender.

But-I just had this and it was amazing.

Recently I've made myself sick eating so much sugar. With Halloween candy left over, I have way overindulged. So-today I have had no sweets. Only the cranberry green drink. Delish.

The Bigger I Get, The More Aware I Am

2011-10-26T14:28:00.000-07:00

33 Weeks

It's getting close. Our little baby will be arriving soon. Is everything in our home in its perfect place? Nope. Do I feel a sense of urgency to get it done? Yes.

This is what we do have:
1. A crib,
2. Bassinet
3. Crib Sheets (not on the crib yet)
4. Baby Books
5. Bottles
6. Wipes (No diapers...those are on their way. Did I mention we're doing cloth? Yep..that will be an adventure:)
7. Baby Lotion
8. I believe 2 pjs, ducky ones to be exact.
9. Lots of onesies.
10: Dresses and Boy pants...just in case it's a boy or girl.

We are getting there...time is flying by, holy moly. I'm coming to the realization that no matter what, I will never be 100% ready. And that's okay:)

The Challenge Results

2011-09-22T16:59:00.001-07:00

So, recently I gave myself a Book of Mormon Challenge. Read the book in 31 days. Yep. Well-I have been on the pursuit and have landed in Alma 19...pg 256. Though I didn't reach pg 531, I did get a great jump start to my continual study.

Things I am grateful for and have relearned:
1: Nephi pretty much is my hero. With all the complaining of his brothers and sometimes even his mom and dad, he held out faithful to the Lord. I am in awe.

2. Alma and Amulek: Stalwart missionaries that watched their converts get burned for believing, and still they looked to God.

3. King Benjamin: Reminding me how blessed I really am, that no matter how much I try to repay the Lord, I can't. He's given me so many blessings.

4. In General: Prophets and good people that struggled in life, but still looked to God.

I am so grateful for this Book and know it is true.

My life has been more chaotic than usual, but yet I have been more happy. There once was an analogy of scripture reading to baking bread.

When you bake bread, it feels the home with a warm, nice smell. Likewise, when we read the scriptures, the Love of God fills our home. We are kinder, nicer, more compassionate, understanding.

It has been this way with us. I'm a better wife, teacher, friend, daughter, sister, when I read the Book Of Mormon. There is special power in the scriptures.

I am continually on my quest to finish what I started. Happy Reading!

I'm a Copy cat....What Can I Say?

2011-08-22T14:02:00.000-07:00

During the last of my summer days, I was breezing through some Blogs that I find interesting. I checked out this ladies blog, and found an awesome challenge she just participated in.

A "Read the Book of Mormon in 31 Days" challenge. I don't think I've ever read that book in such a short amount of time. I've been needing to do something like this for some time, as I have slacked in my study habits as of late.

I'm starting today, August 22, and ending September 22nd. I believe it requires reading 8 pages a day for 31 days. (Recent update: That is 8 chapters or 17 pages per day...just filling you in). I am listening/reading them,as I have a 30 minute commute to work everyday. (1 hour both ways).

I'm already feeling refreshed after reading just a few pages. I'm really excited about this challenge/quest.

I read this ladies testimony after finishing it well within 31 days, and it inspired me. Here is the original challenge, and here is her testimony.

Want to join?

I Hate Saying Goodbye

2011-08-11T14:29:00.000-07:00

Goodbyes are so hard. Especially when it is said to an intimate friend that has proved to be the funnest around. This friend, Summer, has been so good to me.

Next week I start meetings at school. I love my job and consider myself extremely blessed. However, summer is just so wonderful.

This summer was the first in 3 years that I haven't worked. Normally I teach summer school. This summer season I said, "No", when the job was offered.

I wanted a break.

I got one and it was amazingly good.

This summer included:
---Trips to many parks with my trusty "man's best friend" Annie.
---Trips to a neighborhood candy store-penny candies rock:)
--Reunion to see the in-laws in sweet Texas.
--Family visits to the Farmers Market
--Shaved Ice: Yes, yes....it was amazing. (Mango is my favorite)
--Sleeping in
--Visiting my sister Brie and her 5 sweet kids:)
--Holding lots of newborns: Mainly Cristopher, Angelique, Livia, Lucy, James. ( Babies are miracles:)
--Straightening my house: (And deep cleaning at times)
--Weeding the lawn and garden
--Watching flowers bloom and smelling their blossoms
--Freshman Roommate Reunion (10 years it's been)
--Peterson family reunion (So fun to see family...even for 24 hours)
--Finally being able to swim and exercise (even if it is mild stuff)
--Taking Annie on 2 walks a day. (Hopefully I can keep it up in the fall)
--Random reunions at wedding receptions and at the doctors office. (I love seeing old friends)
--Seeing our grass come in (We planted seed and we are being patient:)

Summer has just been great. I thought I might be bored, not having a summer job. But honestly, I have enjoyed every last drop of not having to work. I work, but in an entirely different way:)

Time is pressing on and with it comes new adventures.

This is my 5th year of teaching. (3 Consecutive years in the same grade/subject level) Luckily it is part time, which is perfect for me.

New Master's classes: Yeah and boo. Boo because it means more papers to write. Yeah because at the end of those classes, out comes a baby. Yes.

So dear Summer,
Ta Ta for now. Thanks for making life so sweet. I will miss you.

Sincerely,
Sunburned me:)

This pretty much just made my day

2011-08-03T12:47:00.000-07:00

Is this not the cutest video? I love it.

21 Weeks to the Day

2011-07-26T17:37:00.000-07:00

Here I am at 21 weeks. Only 19 more to go:)

I Will Never Look At Walmart the Same Way

2011-07-12T14:38:00.000-07:00

This story just can't go unwritten.

Picture this: Me, 4 1/2 months pregnant, sleeping in the back seat of a truck with
1.- 90 degree weather, 2) An anxious 50 pound dog, 3:) My sweet husband (Sleeping in the front seat) 4) in a Walmart parking lot. Yes. The above said is true. Couldn't be possible, right? Oh...well it was and is.

It started out with my husband who loves to camp. While traveling to Texas, I told him we had to take it in two days. I'm pregnant after all, and the dog couldn't handle the 16 hour drive either. Being frugal and a camper, he suggested, "Why don't we just camp along the way?" I asked, "Where?" He stated, "Oh...we'll find a place, any national forest will do."

I was a little hesitant but decided to be open to new ideas. I'm a planner. So NOT having a plan spells D-I-S-A-S-T-E-R to me. But my husband does this type of thing all the time with work, so I was sure it would work.

We had a late start to our road trip and landed at our stopping point at 11:30 p.m. By now, my husband says, "Maybe we should get a hotel." (There were dog friendly hotels in this little town).

I sing his praises with thanks and run into the nearest hotel to book ourselves a room. Mind you, this is a small town. So getting a room last minute should be fine.

I race into the hotel and ask for a dog friendly room. The manager looks up from his computer screen. He seems a little high on something, but I can't be sure. He says, "Um...well...we may have one room, but it won't be clean and you will have no keys to get into it. I'm the only one with a master key."

Um...okay. Really? We scratched that sketchy deal off our lists. Luckily there was a dog friendly hotel next door.

I raced into its headquarters and the lady says, "We're all booked up." I wonder why and then look at their marquee which says, "Welcome to the UFO festival." The UFO what? Oh my.

I knew we were in trouble.

We decide that camping it would be. However, low and behold, camp sights were few and far between. So-I suggested the ultimate desperate thing to do. "There's always Walmart. They let you stay overnight in their parking lot."

We soon found ourselves amongst many other campers. All if which had a motor home or trailer. We didn't feel like setting up a tent in the pavement, so we slept in the truck. Yep.

Poor Annie was stuck in that car for another 8 hours. Ha Ha! She was hoping to get out for good.

I wish I had a camera and video for the next events that took place. Amongst all our bags and supplies for the trip, I crawled over them to get to my "bed" I made sure the hubs rolled down the window to get some air.

As I lay there praying for some sleep, I hear Dave trying to get Annie to sleep on the passengers side of the truck, (Where my feet would go). It was quite the scene. I started laughing hysterically. I have never laughed so hard. It got to the point that tears were streaming down my face from my laughter. Dave said, "You always laugh at the worst times."

My tears of laughter soon turned into real tears of desperation. I was tired, hot, and in a pickle. Shortly thereafter sobs turned into more extreme laughter. Oh...it was a sight.

We finally tried to get settled and I woke up at 1 am. I had to use the facilities. Dave looked up and said, "WalMart's closed." What? I did what any pregnant girl would do. (I'll let you decide what that was."

I finally got back to sleep and woke up at 4. Dave was still wrestling with Annie in the front seat. She took his pillow and he had to sleep sitting up, with the steering will to boot.

I pled, "Can't we just keep driving." No...came his reply.

I had him unroll the back window to get more air. I must have needed some stretching because I woke up to my foot hanging out that window. :)

I asked how Dave slept. He said "Not so good." He explained that Annie was trying to escape out the back window. It was so funny---now that we have passed it.

Pulling away from the parking lot, I stated, "And that's why we need to plan in advance." Dave mumbled under his breath and he knew I was right.

We did enjoy our week stay in Texas. Very relaxing.

When the time came to head back to Utah, we decided that the best thing to do was drive 16 hours to Utah, in a straight shot. No messing with hotels, parking lots, or camp sights. We had enough of those experiences to have our fill.

16 hours in the car beats spending the night in Walmart parking lot. Trust me, I know.

The Beast Within

2011-07-09T17:06:00.000-07:00

This man looks really angry. That's how I have felt as of late.

Pregnancy hormones+Brooke+100 degree weather+ 16 hour long drives + someone irritating=Beholding of the Beast.

Dave and I went to Texas this past week. It was great to see his family and just relax. It is a safe haven, his parents home. So that was wonderful.

But every so often, when I got really hot, and the dog was too close to me, I became a beast. Just annoyed I should say.

And heaven help anyone that should wrong me in any way.

But I'm learning to tame the wild animal within and go for the softer side of life.
I'm thankful for a husband who is so good to calm my nerves....even when they get rattled.

I'm already a feisty person without being pregnant. So I'm learning to take deep breaths and realize that life will go on, even if a person or dog or hot weather wronged me in some way. Life does go on, and life is good.

More to come on this lovely trip and its adventures:)

The "Save Brooke:" Party

2011-06-25T10:58:00.000-07:00

Recently my husband threw a line at me that I used on him. He said, "Hey...I'm throwing a "Save Dave" party. He needs help with cleaning his side of the bed. Ha Ha.

I had to laugh: 3 years ago I used that line to win his heart.

Well-not exactly, but it helped us get back together. Dave and I had been dating for several months when I got confused and all sorts of mixed up and broke it off with him.

School was starting up and I was about to teach 2nd grade. I had a ton to do and wanted help. I knew he would help me, even if I had just broken up with him. He was that nice.

So I gave him a ring. I said, "Hey...I'm throwing a Save Brooke party. I'm getting a bunch of people together to help me with my classroom." He sounded a little iffy but I gave some names of who would be there and he signed up.

That night came and so did he. It was only him. Yep. For some reason I couldn't get those people to come. Party was held and saving I did get.

Thanks to my trusty ex-boyfriend Dave.

It was small acts of kindness that won me over after I broke it off. Most boys start hating you the moment you break up. Which, frankly, I don't blame them.

Not Dave. The day after I broke it off with him, flowers were delivered to my door with a note that read, "Have a great day."

Next, a phone call was made. Dave wanted to know if I still needed help taking my bike to the bike shop. I told him he didn't need to do that, but he said he had promised he would, and so he did.

These and the "Save Brooke" party made me realize what a gem I had.

Thankfully he was willing to have me back.

Indeed, the "Save Brooke" party did just that. Saved me:)

Dear Utah Haters: My Time To Vent

2011-06-22T11:05:00.000-07:00

If you hate Utah, then you'll hate this post. So don't read on. But if you want to hear a girl defend this state, then carry on.

So....I have this pet peeve. Lately I've been reading people's comments on a certain social network that say, "That's so Utah." or "That's why I would never live in Utah." Really? Really?

I feel I have some fair ground to speak, as I am not from Utah. I am from Utah's northern neighbor Idaho. Yes...they have their similarities, (Lots of Mormons) but there is definatley a difference.

I'm trying to stay calm while writing. It is hard. I just have such a hard time with people knocking any state. But for some reason it is always Utah. People say that Utah Mormons are so rude. Um....hello? Many of our Apostles are "Utah" folks.

That really isn't the point. I think what happens is someone picks up a bad vibe from a certain individual and they have a bad taste for a state. Let me remind all of us that Utah is not treating you badly. It is the person. Not the state. The person.

I currently live here. It's true. Will I live here all of my life? Maybe not, maybe so. But to knock Utah while living in the state is ironic to me. If people hate it so much, why do they live here?

Is Utah for everyone? No. It takes some adjusting. But I feel that is true wherever. I've lived in Arizona, Illinois, and New Jersey. I've had some culture shock to adjust to. It's a different state, different people, different pace of life, a different vibe.

My motto has always been "Bloom Where You're Planted." Often people say, "When I get married then I"ll be happy." Or "When I have a baby, that's when my happiness will start." I've had my moments of these thoughts but I always turn back to my motto.

Some people say, "Oh...but Utah just isn't as cool as my state." "People are so friendly in my state." "I hate this place."

I'm sure they have their reasons, but I truly feel attitude can take you to a higher or lower level. Don't be a hater, be a lover. Yes. That is what I am saying. Learn to love a place. Dive in without looking back. If people aren't friendly, it's probably because they are shy. Go up and talk to a stranger. Ask them how they are. Be a friendly person. You'll actually be surprised at how friendly people can be.

"People in Utah think they are higher on the righteous scale"-Um...no. And if you feel that way, sorry. I hate categorizing people into groups. If someone hurts your feelings, you all of a sudden blame it on the Mormon faith or the Utah culture.

No. No. Can you tell I am passionate about this? Yah.

Have I loved every aspect of Utah culture. No. But there are more great things then bad. Loved New Jersey but they have their own issues too.

Dear Reader...thank you for letting me vent. I've probably made everyone upset but that's my stance and I'm sticking to it.

Now on to enjoying Utah.

Dad

2011-06-20T07:55:00.000-07:00

Yesterday we celebrated Dad's. That would be this guy.

I called my dad from home and he was in the airport-the Tennessee airport. He was returning home after a week excursion helping my brother Josh buy a house. It was a boys week.

Here are some great memories of my dad and I.
1. Dancing in the kitchen: My dad was my first dancing partner ever. If there was a good swing song, we would dance in the kitchen like two crazy fools. It was great.

2. Him singing me to sleep: One of my earliest memories of my dad is him playing the guitar and singing a song to get me to go to sleep. No wonder I love music.

3. His really bad luck with video cameras. As a young girl I always loved being the center of attention, and I loved performing with my dance groups. Without fail, dad rarely was able to have luck with the video camera. Time after time something went wrong. I cried at the time, but I laugh now. Even as an adult, and me singing a solo at my choir reunion, he still didn't have luck.

4. Christmas eve family talent show: Him playing the fiddle.

5. My trip to San Diego with dad. Just me and him. I was 15 and flew by myself to meet up with him on a business trip.

6. Races: Lately, Dad seems to love racing me. He gets all happy that he can beat me. Which he has, and it is hard on my pride. Like in this picture:

7. Me, kneeling at the altar of the temple with my soon-to-be husband. Looking over at my dad and noticing the tears in his eyes. Man...I love that guy.

8. Him dropping by our new place to lend a helping hand. He loves building, working, and seeing things get done.

The list could go on. Though he's not perfect, I couldn't have asked for a better one.

Am I Creative?

2011-06-17T07:38:00.000-07:00

So-I"m taking this creativity class for my Masters. We study a lot about creativity, and we had to bring 3 items to show our class how creative we are. Many people brought scrapbooks, cooking utensils, paintbrushes.

These 3 objects had to describe our creativity as a person, teacher, and learner.

My 3 Items: *
As a person: A question game. I love asking questions, creating conversations, meeting new people. I love breaking the ice.

As a Learner: A book I just wrote while learning to write in my writing class. Yes. I wrote a picture book about Dave and I.

As a Teacher: Some dance CD's. My students and I love to dance, and I let them do it almost every day.

I brought these things but still felt like I was falling short of creativity.

I thought of my husband who is the most creative person I know: He creates amazing meals without a recipe, creates beautiful landscape, creates a garden, creates beautiful paintings and such. He has the creative gene if I ever saw it.

----So after leaving my class feeling depressed, I realized that I can create, just not in the conventional way of creating.

---I can create a peaceful home, where warmth, laughter, and cleanliness are there. Where people come to feel loved and safe.

---I can create a smile. I love making people happy and especially babies.

---I can create conversation.

----I can create friends (I love friends)

I also have been thinking about last weeks Sunday School Lesson: The parable of the talents. The Lord gave several men different talents. Some had many, some had few. Those that buried their talents lost what they had. But those who used their talents: their talents were multiplied.

I'm grateful for the talents God has given me, and I hope to obtain more. I want to be as creative a person as possible.

And just for fun, I'm posting this...because it is SO BEAUTIFUL!

When Gaining Weight is A Good Thing

2011-06-03T16:13:00.000-07:00

Weight: Yuck. I don't like that word. I've had my battles with it and will continue to. Ever lied on a driver's license? Yep...I have (I'm always about 10 pounds lighter on that card than on the scale.)

For the past 10 years...I've had my battle with weight. The Weight Watchers program + training for triathlons/half marathons are my friends.

Gaining weight is never great unless it is for this cause:

Yep...A cute baby.

And guess what? I'm happy to announce that I'm gaining weight! (For Such A Cause)
True that.

Dave and I are going to have our first little baby in December. Woo Hoo!

I'm truly grateful for this news!

Dave and I found out I was pregnant at the end of March and kept it a secret from our families for 11 weeks. Amazing right? Considering the fact that I found out I was pregnant the same day my parents rolled into town.

Overall I'm doing fairly well. I had to quit running/swimming/dancing/doing anything physical. Why? I've had some complications come up that require me to take it really easy. Pretty much...if I work too hard, I'm on bed rest for at least 48 hours. If I take it easy, I can do mild things like take Annie for a walk.

The doctor told me I shouldn't do laundry for a few weeks. I was heart broken as one might be. :) Dave has come to appreciate me in a whole new light.

And anyone that says being pregnant affects only the women is a big liar in my book. Dave has had to take on lots. Not only his jobs, but my jobs as well. I'm really grateful for his work ethic. He never complains but does what he can.

My poor neighbors probably think I'm a slave driver as my husband works outside in the yard all day and I barely show my face. Oh well! Can't win them all.

Annie has struggled with my taking it easy thing. When I was on bed rest and Dave was at work, she would stand by the door pleading her cause. She needed to get out of the house and on a walk or run.

We used to go running for miles at a time. Now she was only walking to her food bowl and back. It made me really stressed and so a lovely friend of mine started walking her for me. That has been such a life saver.

It was quite the experience finding out I was pregnant.

A few days before my period I got eager and took a test. No such luck. I had a feeling I was pregnant but I always have that feeling, even while on birth control. :) So I missed a day and took the test. It was the faintest of plus signs. I read that even a faint plus sign means you're prego, but I thought I was reading into it. So I took another one. Again, a really really faint plus. I was freaking out, because I was freaking out.

I was going to settle this once and for all. I took myself to the doctor and they did a pee test. "It has come back negative." Boo hoo! But the nurse said, "You might want to try early in the morning...as that is when your HCG hormone is strongest." Two days later, I bought myself a digital pee test. Either I'm pregnant, or I'm not.

6 a.m. came. (I had dreams the night before.) I took it and it said "Pregnant" I took it again because I didn't believe it.

I rushed into our room and woke Dave up. "Dave...I'm pregnant." Muffled voice. "What?" "I'm pregnant....see." Needless to say, he did not go to sleep after that.

I went running that morning and told my running partner...."Um...I'm pregnant!" She had to know as this would change my running routine (and my planned marathon). We took it slower that day and here I am today!

I'm in the frumpy stage of gaining weight and still not showing a baby belly. So-I'm sure people are wondering if I'm letting myself go. Well-I'm not, promise.

Who would have thought that gaining weight can be a good thing. Ta ta while I go grab something to eat!

Sunshine, where are you?

2011-05-20T09:39:00.000-07:00

Most every year, I'm grateful for rain. We pray for it often because of our desert-like climate.

But raining for an entire week. And 2 weeks before Memorial day? No-I"m not a fan. I've discovered that Sunshine is the thing for me.

Once an artist was asked which color is the most important. The artist said black. Why? Because it sets contrast to every other color.

Likewise, this rain is setting us up to appreciate the sunshine. The days when Shaved Ice is a must, and when swimming in the pool is the only option to stay cool.

Even Annie hates the rain. She hates it mainly because I don't take her out nearly as much.

If it's pouring rain and she's needing to go potty, she'll hold it. Lately she's been holding it for really long amounts of time.

I know she's desperate when she runs quickly into the rain. I like those days because she doesn't fiddle faddle around the yard. She does her business and runs in to shake off her rain.

On Sunday Annie and I went for a nature walk with some friends and their dog. It was so fun and Annie loved every minute. She LOVES hiking and the outdoors.

So please, rain, make Annie and I happy ladies and stop. Bring on the sunshine and shaved ice. I'm ready

Memory Lane

2011-05-04T17:07:00.000-07:00

I love this picture. Though it is not our anniversary I wanted to give a shout to the hubs. Our wedding day was SO cold. As evidenced by our faces and my cousins face in the background. It was FREEZING!

I love this picture because in a way, it's a little symbolic. That day was rough in weather, but we were there for one another.

The first few years for us have been chaos...illness, job issues, house flooding. But it's been great! I love having this guy by my side. Tis true.

The end.

Good LIfe

2011-04-25T20:02:00.000-07:00

I rarely blog about songs, but this one just deserves the attention. I am in love with this song. The edited one on the radio is the best, but it still is SO good.
The chorus, the tune, just 99% of it...I love.

The chorus is simple
Oh, this has gotta be the good life
This has gotta be the good life
This could really be a good life, good life

Life is really good. Really Really good.

Enjoy

Go potty lessons

2011-04-19T18:09:00.000-07:00

"Time to go potty...time to pee, Annie...time to poop. Go poopie." These words echo in our backyard as we try to get our K9 to poop on command. I feel like, "Come on...I don't have all day, just do it." Especially when she is in diapers. Take it off, open the door, wait impatiently, open door, corner her and put diaper back on.

It gets old after a while. So impatiently I command her to use the bathroom. Often she just looks at me. Or she'll lay on the grass in the sun. Maybe she'll dig a little hole there, smell a little urine there (hers of course). My best trick is to walk around the lawn acting like I don't care, and then I quickly steal a glance to see if she's squatting.

Man I'm glad I was never told to pee or poo on demand.

The reason I'm blogging about this? Well-I'm learning or relearning a lesson here. Annie goes potty when I'm not thinking about it. When we're playing and I'm not dwelling on the fact that she needs to go potty and NOW! I'm sure when Annie hears she needs to go potty, her little mind says, "Let's see how long I can hold it. I love seeing my owners face go several shades of red."

That's how it is in life. Things happen when we aren't expecting it. For instance....marriage. I was expecting and looking and searching and dwelling on it since the day I graduated from High School. I was SO going to be the girl to graduate BYU-I with the MRS. degree. Poor boys that met me didn't know what was coming to them. Ha Ha!

8 years after high school, Marriage came when I wasn't looking, right? Not. I was always looking and I think one should be. But I wasn't obsessing over it. I was loving life, living it to my fullest and it came along, of which I'm eternally grateful.

At times I want something and I want it now. But thanks to Annie, I've learned a valuable lesson. Enjoy the ride. Things (poop) or not, will come in all the right timing. When mother nature allows it to be so. Until then...don't obsess. Be happy, live life to the fullest, and let poop happen when it wants to.

Thank you Annie, for teaching me this lesson. Shall we take a stroll outside (Cough Cough)

Note to Readers: If you tire of reading K9 stories from me...sorry. That's pretty much the excitement around here. Wake up...K9, go to work, come home---K9, go to library for homework, K9...she takes up a chunk of our time, tis true.)

An Aching Heart

2011-04-14T16:48:00.000-07:00

This morning I checked my facebook account for the latest happenings. One post talks about the winter weather in spring, another about fun happenings in Spring Break. I come to one that causes me to pause, "No parent or grandparent should have to go through this." Quickly I respond with, "What happened?" To my investigation I learned that a friend from my home ward was about to give birth yesterday. 9 months of carrying that beautiful girl in her womb. I looked at her status that said, "My baby died. I don't know what happened. They are going to deliver her soon. " Paraphrasing of course.

My heart is SO saddened for this family. When a mother discovers she's pregant I'm sure her world changes. Plans for the new member enter her every thought and 9 months of carrying that sweet sweet baby.

No one should have to go through that....but it happens. Why? That baby must have needed to go to Heaven on a Special mission. Her parents must have been chosen to bring her to this world. I know that they will see her again. She will thank them for giving her a body. She will thank them for sacrificing their lives so she could have that vessel.

It made me realize how precious life is. Every child, every human on this earth is a miracle.

My prayers go to this family. These are some quotes that have helped me.

Elder Orson F. Whitney said: “No pain that we suffer, no trial that we experience is wasted. … All that we suffer and all that we endure, especially when we endure it patiently, builds up our characters, purifies our hearts, expands our souls, and makes us more tender and charitable. … It is through sorrow and suffering, toil and tribulation, that we gain the education that we come here to acquire.” 5

Kent F. Richards of the Seventy said last Conference, "Sometimes in the depth of pain, we are tempted to ask, “Is there no balm in Gilead; is there no physician there?” 7 I testify the answer is yes, there is a physician. The Atonement of Jesus Christ covers all these conditions and purposes of mortality."

May Heaven Open Up their windows to this family! Thank goodness we know about the gospel of Jesus Christ.

And you thought PMS was bad

2011-04-11T14:26:00.000-07:00

Note: If you get grossed out by bodily fluids of human or man, don't continue reading. Thank you. :)

PMS. It is seriously awful. But dog PMS/hormones/cycle/heat mixture is really really bad. Currently, as I type, Annie is laying on her bed in our bedroom. She is tired, she is weak, and she is not herself. She is normally so happy and bouncy and way too full of energy. But today and the past week, not so much.

I never realized dogs could relate so well to humans or vice versa until I went to Annie's dog training class at PetSmart last week. Annie's cycle up to that point had not been bad. A drip of blood here and a drip of blood there. I didn't want to embarrass her or myself by having her sport a diaper at her class... so I took her in her birthday suit. She's normally totally fine.

Just as we were getting settled into class...my instructor looks my way and screams. "Your dog is BLEEDING!" In slow motion I looked to my right and low and behold, blood everywhere. Everywhere. I whisper to my trainer, "Oh...she's in heat. Hee hee." "Ohh..she said." All the other dog owners and families and dogs are looking my way in absolute horror. It was pretty nasty.

I continued to plead to the trainer for some paper towels. "Oh...I'll take care of that later...it's fine." Ummmm...HELLO! There is blood everywhere...and it's grossing me, myself, and everyone and their dog out...can I please have some? So I did get it.

That's when it gets worse. Normally Annie LOVES to play with other dogs...that is her number one love. Well-not that day. Any dog that looked at her wrong she tried to attack. She was furious at all dogs. (They were all female). She normally is not that bad of a behaving dog, but I'm sure people thought this animal needs to be put down.

My trainer said, "Oh...it's the hormones...it is." Oh...was it ever! We were teaching the pups to walk on a loose leash and our trainer wanted us to walk in the aisle's of the store. You can imagine my thought process. "Oh boy..keep her away from other dogs and the bleeding...it's going to get everywhere." We found our aisle by our lonesome, and 5 drips later I was rushing to the diaper aisle to buy something to stop this madness.

I put it on, and people started to laugh. Ohhh...this poor dog and poor me. It was so so bad. As class ended, there were two dogs on either side of the exit. I had to ask the trainer to open the door for me so I could race out of there before Annie killed one of the 2 dogs.

Ring Ring...."Hello, Dave replied." Angry sob from me..."Just so you know, I am never, EVER, EVER taking Annie back there again."

I called the vet to see how long Heat lasts. The answer. 21 days. 21 DAYS. It might as well be a year with that kind of behavior/mood swings/bleeding episode. Oh my heavens.

If this has motivated you to SPAY/NEUTER your animals...good Oh my heavens. I feel bad for Annie, myself, and Dave. He has 2 hormonal women in the home. I'll take PMS over that drama any day.

The Diaper of Shame

2011-04-05T14:58:00.001-07:00

Most people know it to be the Cone of Shame. Yes. My dog Annie, she is currently sporting the diaper of shame. As seen here.

Annie came to us without being spayed. We've heard from sources that 30% of dogs that are Spayed have bladder issues, so we thought we would just leave it for now.

Well-that was then, this is now. Annie is having her cycle. Luckily I caught everything in time. We went to PetSmart and got stylish dog diapers. Putting it on her was so hiliarous. I don't think I've ever laughed so hard in my life.

I went to get a camera and Dave said, "What will you do with the pictures? Put them on Facebook? On your blog?" With compassion towards Annie he said, "How would you like it if the most embarassing thing you ever did was posted on Facebook." I continued laughing hysterically. He then said, "Remember...you will be accountable for how you treat her." (We always talk about pet owners and being accountable in Heaven). Then I felt a twinge of guilt and put the camera down. But it was SOOO funny.

Annie doesn't mind, much. We have to set her down on her back to get them on, just like a kid. Oh...it's a sight to see.

I came home from work to find Annie's diaper off. She had chewed it into pieces. She has more pride than to wear the diaper of shame:)

Week 4

2011-03-21T14:27:00.000-07:00

I'm 1/4th there on the Marathon Journey. Nice, right?
Today we did 3 miles. Simple. Good. Exercise.It felt really good. My legs are a little tight but my back is less sore. Yoga moves really help...same with stretching in general.

My favorite part of the run? Finishing up to let my dog, Annie, off her leash. She and my running partner's dog, Harvey, have a dog crush on each other. As soon as I take that leash off...she runs like a free bird. I will have to video it...because it's stinking hilarious.

PS. (Side note: I used to laugh at people who talked about their dogs as if they were there own children. I don't laugh anymore:) Love it!

Bring on the 5 tomorrow!

P.P.S. I have a coworker who told me of his friend who just died of a heart attack training for a marathon. How crazy is that? Nothing like that news to encourage me onward. At least he died happy. He was doing the thing he loved most.

Sherry Dew, Books, and Pain

2011-03-16T08:53:00.000-07:00

What do these have in common? Running. That's what these 3 share. I've been reading the most hilarious book. See below.

Why? Because crazy me decided to pay to run 26.2 miles. Yes. June 11th is the day. 4:30 a. m. is the time. I was excited while telling everyone I was doing it, but signing up for it....that put a whole new level of fear into my heart. I'm really doing this....not just talking about it.

So I'm following a guide, which can be found in this book.

But I'm reading the Woman's guide for kicks and giggles. She is a humorous lady who had never run before. Her grandfather died of a stroke and decided to run a marathon for him. It does have some cursing, so if you were to own it, you may want to carry white out with you. It is plain funny.

Anyway...she recommends journaling about your runs, taking pictures during your training and so forth. What better avenue than my blog, right? I'm not promising every day, but I do want to write about my runs and training.

Sherry Dew comes into this because on Saturday I ran a 10K race.(6.2 miles) While running with the mass crowd, I noticed 2 people standing on the sidewalk looking at us sorry saps. I shouted, "Is that Sherry Dew?"...Because I knew it was her. She turned my way and gave me two thumbs up. It was pretty tight. I'm a fan of hers. My husband calls her the Martha Stewart of Mormonism...which she pretty much is. Anyway-seeing her gave me a great boost.

I felt really great running that race. I met up with a girl I'd never seen before. We ended up running the majority of the race together and getting to know one another. It was awesome to have someone to talk through the pain. It distracts me and I'm happier. I finished around a track and man, those tracks bring out the competitive side of me. Though I just ran 6 miles, I saw that track and booked it, trying to pass as many people as I could. We all were slow, but it felt good to beat some people. Ha!

Now I'm in week 3 of the 16 week training. The pain part of this blog is my back. For some reason during my 3 mile run today, I had serious back pain. Lower back pain is bad. I've had problems in the past, and have seen a physical therapist. He always recommends back exercises daily. I neglect doing them until the pain pokes its head out. Of course. I sit a lot in my job and such, so I need to strengthen my core and back. Here I come gym.

So, here I go on my adventures in running. I may have to take tomorrow off because of the pain. We will see. Do you think I can get Sherry Dew to cheer me on during my marathon and training? I'll have to make some phone calls. Out-

New Start

2011-03-06T17:07:00.000-08:00

I recently bought a new set of scriptures. I haven't bought myself scriptures in YEARS. They are blue with silver edging. My name, my full married name- is printed on them in cursive.

Something about new scriptures gets me excited to read them all over again. I work with the Young Women in my ward, and I'm completing my Personal Progress again==right along with them. One project is to read the Book of Mormon in its entirety. I'm excited to do this again, and what better way than to have a new set.

I also went to Barnes and Noble and bought myself a new scripture journal. I'm loving that as well.

Also, I got this cute little journal for Dave's surprise.

Well-it's not a surprise, but it will be a gift that we'll both enjoy. We have a friend who inspired me to do this. Every day he writes down a note to his wife to thank her for something she has done that day. EVERY night....Every night. Even those times when you want to stay mad but can't. I'm really looking forward to it. By March 6th of 2012, I'm hoping to have 365 entries. (Or 364..depending on the year.

There's something about new journals, new scriptures, new books. I just love them. I used some birthday money to get it...and I'm just excited.

Oh yah...and I bought this book too.

I'm signing up baby. 26.1 miles on June 11th. So excited.
Off I go to write in my journal.

Ta Ta!

SLOW DOWN.

2011-03-01T20:41:00.000-08:00

Life has been insane, and great, and insane. But I wanted to give you a taste of the CRAZY life of Brooke. What gives me stress?

1. 8 page paper on the Sputnik and how it influenced America's education. 8 pages...with at least 5 references. 8 PAGES. (It was Due on Monday at Midnight) I don't know if I can explain it enough. It was torture. Well, I did get to watch October Sky, which is pretty much my favorite movie now. (He was inspired by Sputnik). Oh...and I got the guys autobiography. Something great did come out of it, it's true.

2. My faculty luncheon. I nominated myself and a coworker to be in charge of it. 70 people, 9 people in charge of planning, I took the lead. It was stressful...it was.

3. More homework to be done. (3 assignments by the way)

4. A sink full of dishes that I keep putting off. (We had the most scrumptious meal on Sunday, but it caused way too many dishes. I already did one batch on Sunday...and trust me...there's WAY more to do. Ugg. (I used my excuse of an 8 page paper to skip it for a day. But now...I have no excuse.

5. I'm getting my tooth pulled tomorrow at 2 p.m. Oh yah, and I'm getting a crown. "Brush your teeth" you say. Well-this tooth getting pulled actually stems from a dentists' mistake. Woops! While drilling a root canal, he drilled in NOT the right place. Hence, my bone is infected. I have a love/hate relationship with these dentists.

I wasn't too nervous about the whole process, until my brother-in-law dentist said that I needed a bone graft. They take a dead persons bone and put it in your mouth. Nice, right? I asked him how they choose corpses. Do people donate their body to dental work? He cracked a few jokes and we were on our way.

Did I tell you? I cried the day the dentist told me I need my tooth pulled and an implant put it. I cried. Not to the dentist, but to the first person I called after that. My brother-in-law dentist. I cried to him. He said, "What's wrong." Me...crying like a baby, "I have to get my tooth pulled." He probably thought I was nuts, but I was just mad. I'm better now, except for the fact that I'm getting someone else's bone in my body. Weird...but I'm grateful.

There you have it. My overview of craziness.

I did have a happy thought. Last year at this time, this date, I was cut open and my gallbladder removed. Terrible pain followed for 1 week. Things are definatley looking up.

When it comes down to it....life is good. Sunday was one of the best I've had in a while. Good food, good friends, great husband, great church. Couldn't have been better. Sundays remind me to slow down and enjoy life.

Represent

2011-02-09T14:30:00.000-08:00

So....if there could be a song to represent a time in my life, it would be this one. For the most part-- it's great. When I learn to really play the guitar, this will be the song I learn to play.

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WARNING: THE Real Music Video is psycho...so just enjoy this:)

The Lyrics are below.
The Quiz
You look nice alright
and I like the way you nod after everything I say
like it actually means something
to you

And I like your record collection
Townes and Jens with a hint of Rickie Lee
And you've cleaned up the bathroom, made a really nice soup
but a bit too much sci-fi in your shelf with DVDs

But there's some things you need to know about me:
I'm weak right now, real weak right now
I need proof before I dare to open this heart
so I prepared a quiz for you:

Would you freak out if I said I liked you?
Do you walk the line?
Is your IQ higher than your neighbour's?
And is it very much higher than mine?

Can you sleep when I grind my teeth?
Do you look away if I slob when I eat?
Will you let me be myself?
Can you at all times wear socks?
because I'm still scared of feet

Do you talk in the middle of Seinfeld?
Do you read more than two books a month?
Do you get racist or sexist when you've had a few?
Is it fine if I make more money than you?

Have you slept with any people I work with?
Is there anyone you'd rather wish I'd be?
Do you still keep pictures of old girlfriends?
Are they prettier than me?

And if I'd fall, would you pick me up?
If I fall, will you pick me up?

More lyrics: http://www.lyricsmania.com/the_quiz_lyrics_hello_saferide.html
All about Hello Saferide: http://www.musictory.com/music/Hello+Saferide

Inspire Me

2011-02-03T08:03:00.001-08:00

This quote came to my mind yesterday as I lay in a doctors office, getting poked and prodded where you shouldn't get poked and prodded. I thought to myself, "Wow...I have a lot of health problems." Then this quote came to mind.

President Gordon B. Hinckley stated,
"We know not what lies ahead of us. We know not what the coming days will bring. We live in a world of uncertainty. For some, there will be great accomplishment. For others, disappointment. For some, much of rejoicing and gladness, good health, and gracious living. For others, perhaps sickness and a measure of sorrow. We do not know. But one thing we do know. Like the polar star in the heavens, regardless of what the future holds, there stands the Redeemer of the world, the Son of God, certain and sure as the anchor of our immortal lives. He is the rock of our salvation, our strength, our comfort, the very focus of our faith.

In sunshine and in shadow we look to Him, and He is there to assure and smile upon us." Gordon B. Hinckley, “We Look to Christ,” Liahona, Jul 2002,

It was a moment to feel sorry for myself, and realize that some people have more health problems than others. My doctor thinks I may have Endometriosis. It's painful and I don't like it. Don't know what it is? Check here to understand. I'm bummed, but realize I've actually been really blessed. The Lord has been good to me. Sometimes life just is hard. But we can do hard things.

I love this

Arby's, Hugs, and Lions

2011-01-31T15:52:00.000-08:00

Day 24 of the 30 Days of Truth. Yep, it's my own list now. I have to finish what I've started...but now I'm improvising.

Day 24: Who was the best teacher you ever had?

I've been asked this question a lot lately. I haven't had the opportunity to fully explain how amazing memories of brilliant teachers have filled my mind. So here's my chance.

I can think of 3
Mrs. Messick (5th grade)
Mrs. Bybee (Honor's English)
Brother Lambert (American Literature)

I'll just focus on Mrs. Messick.

She was one of the coolest teacher's on the block. Many people wanted to be in her class, and I was a fortunate one. Here are some cool things about her.

1. She gave us tokens. Tokens turned into buying candy and even earning an Arby's lunch with her and a classmate. Cool, right?

2. Art. I remember some amazing art lessons from her (including a Lion in pastels)

3. Sleepover. What, you ask? Well-the entire 5th grade got to sleep over at our school. We had pizza, played hide and seek in the 2 story building, and slept in our classroom. (Girls on one side of the room, boys on the other) Can you picture doing that now? Ha! I wouldn't dare as a teacher:)

4. She was compassionate. I remember my grandpa Cartwright was really ill. I told her that we thought he may die that week. The next day, my mom showed up at my classroom door. I knew what she was going to say. Grandpa had died and I needed to get my things. This was my first experience with death.

I walked toward my teacher to tell her and I started sobbing. She gave me a giant hug and had tears in her eyes.

Never will I forget that Mrs. Messick. I hope I can be that type of teacher. The one students happily remember.

Dear Jamba Juice

2011-01-30T17:07:00.000-08:00

Day 23 of 30 of this 30 days of truth. I've bagged the old list and have started my own. :)

Day 23: What saved your bacon on Saturday? Write a letter.

Dear Jamba Juice,

Thank you. Thank you. I don't know if you realize how great you were. See, Saturday was a toughie. My friend and I ran 10 miles in 17 degree weather. That would have been fine, but the longest run I had done in weeks was 4 miles. I was dragging behind my partner at mile 7. I never drag behind my partner. It was just tough. I was cold, my mental game was not on, and I was just tired. The only thing that kept me going was you. I was hungry and I thought of you. The nice sweet smoothie mixed with a hot bowl of oatmeal. Seriously...it was you that made me push to the end. (Even my running partner stated later, ..."Yah...I could sense you were struggling at mile 9 as I was the only one talking." ) Ha! I'm never short on words, that is until mile 9 of the longest run of my life.:)

I got to my car with my dog by my side. I raced to your doors and pulled out my wallet. "I'll have your such and such smoothie, with the rasberry/blueberry oatmeal goodness."

You couldn't have come faster. It was the joy of joys. I raced home to eat, and found myself shivering. My lips were purple (thank you 17 degree weather) but I didn't let that stop me. I enjoyed every slurp and swallow of your oatmeal/smoothie goodness.

Thanks for making my day. It may be worth it to run that 10 miles each Saturday...just to reward myself with that treat. So thank you!

Love,
Me

Woops

2011-01-25T19:07:00.000-08:00

This is day 22 of my 30 Days of Truth. I'm using my own writing prompt, as I pretty much don't like that list.

Day 22: What is the one thing you regret about today?

This:

I was working at my desk and I had Annie sit on my lap. She turned her face to see this fish tank...and to see this fish. She looked at Copper, our fish, with longing eyes. She hasn't been the same, and by golly, I can't have her trying to eat our 5 year old fish. So I gave her one of these to soothe her hungry self.

Yep: A pig's dried out crusty ear. Nice.

Live Like You Were Dying

2011-01-16T12:29:00.000-08:00

Day 21 of this 30 days of Truth. I'm sure you're saying to yourself..."Is she ever going to be done with this?" In 9 posts...yes, I will be. Until then...you can see the entire list here, or just read mine.

Day 21 → (scenario) Your best friend is in a car accident and you two got into a fight an hour before. What do you do?

This is a weird scenario, but I guess it could happen.
My bestest of friends is my hubby, Dave. The thing is...when we do have a "disagreement," we rarely leave the situation until it's settled. Even at night. Many experts used to say, "Don't go to bed angry." Recently...people have told me, "It's okay to go to bed angry, because you can't think straight when you're tired so it's better to wait until the morning to solve the argument."

Dave and I just can't stay mad. We always always always have to settle it. So I would hope that no matter what, I would try to make amends before someone took off. And arguments happen, and people do get in accidents. Of course you would feel really bad, and you'd really want to make amends afterward...and you'd probably serve them until their dying day. But as my good friends, Tim Mcgraw and Kris Allen have sung, "Live like you were dying." Love people unconditionally now, not just when they get hurt and you feel really really guilty.

The end.
PS. I voted for Kris Allen to win American Idol...thank you very much!

Back to This

2011-01-15T21:40:00.000-08:00

I can't just stop the 30 Days of Truth on day 19. I must press forward. Check out the entire list here....and feel free to be as crazy as me.

Day 20 → Your views on drugs and alcohol.

Really? Who put this prompt here.
What do I think of drugs and alcohol. (Just say....No)

Instead of drugs and alcohol...make good use of your time and do something like this

Changes Around Here

2011-01-08T10:08:00.001-08:00

She's beautiful..and she knows it.
Who knew that having a dog would change everything about our household. For example:
1. Now...I am woken up in the wee hours of the morning to let Annie out for her bathroom routine. She has to have me watch her...so I stand out in the freezing 10 degree temps at 3:30 am in my bathrobe. Nice, right?

2. We no longer need our doorbell..because Annie lets us know when strangers are here. (Bark Bark)

3. We are going to be the most fit people in the world. :) Seriously. I ran 10 miles with her today and she came home and immediately grabbed her bone to play. Wow...she is full of energy. She keeps us off the couch and outside way more than before. Love it.

4. After leaving her while I go to my job, I can't stop thinking about how she is, and if she's alright.

5. We get to pick up poop that's bigger than a humans (Sorry for the visual):)

6. We are now trying to socialize her with other dogs, so she has lots of friends to play with.

7: I'm calling up the parks and rec to find a dog park for her (Wish me luck)

8. I'm finding random squeaky toys around the house.

9: I have a permanent sidekick when it comes to following me everywhere:)

10: We feel like we can officially take a family picture now, where before we felt weird having it be just us.

I'm thinking she's prepping us for the days when we will have a little one, and life isn't just about us anymore. I love her already.

A New Face in Our Family

2011-01-05T16:24:00.000-08:00

See this lady:

We get to see her face everyday, from here on out.
Her name is Annie, and she is a new member of the Alderks family. She's a Vizsla...aka, running and hunting dog. She can run 10 miles flat, and not blink an eye. That's what Runners World says.

Dave and I have been wanting a Vizsla/Weimaraner for quite some time. With this new house of ours, we were craving "man's best friend" even more.

A fellow teacher approached me on Monday and said, "Hey...my niece has a Vizsla she is needing to give away...do you want it? Some phone calls were made, a visit was paid, and we came home with a new dog last night at 9:30.

We are so excited to have her in our family. Here are some more pics:)

Want to know more about Annie's dog family. Check out this cute video:

Happy New Year

2010-12-31T18:07:00.001-08:00

Number One Reason

2010-12-20T14:43:00.000-08:00

There are a million and one reasons why I feel blessed to be getting a house. Out of all the reasons in the world, this one beats them all.

No more going to this:

I HATE THIS place. Hate is such a strong word...but I really do. Especially when there is free drying involved. Free drying until 3 pm. People are scrambling, pushing, and moving other people's clothes to get a spot. It is insane. Not to mention scary people are there. (No offense to those that go to a laundry mat...I'm sure you're normal.) But I'm talking about the scary boys that stare at you, and you keep pointing to your wedding finger but they are creepy, scary. You know the type...weeby jeebies is what I get from them.

Pulling undies out of the dryer for everyone to watch isn't fun either. Washer and dryer will be one of my first purchases. Yes. Sorry Dave if we don't get a couch first. These things matter. I want to feel safe in my own home washing my own dirty clothes, and feeling safe.

Thank you.

The end

MERRY CHRISTMAS

2010-12-20T12:01:00.001-08:00

News on the Street

2010-12-14T16:59:00.000-08:00

News on the street says this home is Brooke and Dave's new home. Yep...we have signed our names on the dotted line and it's ours. Well...ours and the banks, but we're going to work extra hard so that it becomes ours! We love our new place.

We haven't moved in yet, but we will be by Christmas. So excited. It's been a journey...and still is. Packing is probably one of the worst things ever. I hope their is no packing in Heaven. Yep.

Oh yah, and removing wall paper. Prior owners of this home plastered wallpaper, covered it with more wallpaper, and then painted over that 3 layers of paint. I love you guys. Ha:) That has been interesting, but we are learning to become "real people" as one friend put it.

After telling her we were buying a house, she, being a renter (along with 50% of our ward) said, "Wow...you're like a real person."

Yep, being a real person is great....but it means we grow up. No longer do our landlords mow our grass, and fix our apartment boo boos. It's all in our hands. Woo Hoo!

So here's to being a real person. Wish us luck on this adventure. It's exciting, and scary..all at the same time. I'm excited to take this from a house to a home:)

Love,
Me

Religion

2010-12-05T20:10:00.000-08:00

Today is day 19 of my 30 day writing quest (30 Days of Truth). Click here to see the entire list, and read on to see what I have so say about it all.

Day 19 → What do you think of religion? Or what do you think of politics?

I choose to talk about religion. Politics are important, but religion is my LIFE.
Check out this, to see what I had to say on Mormon.org.

Religion is life to me. I know God lives, Jesus is the Christ, and that God Speaks to Prophets today. Today, our time, right now. God sent us here to earth to become like Him. Gain a body, gain experience, and prove that we choose Him over anything else.

Life has its tests, trials, and road bumps. These can bring us closer to Him. I love the Book of Mormon, and I know it is true. Joseph Smith translated it by the gift and power of God.

Families can be together forever. Through proper authority, couples are sealed to one another for time and all eternity. It doesn't just end in this life, but our marriage can go on forever, with continual growth occurring.

The Priesthood Authority is here on Earth, just as it was in the time of Christ. As he walked the earth, he organized His church, with the 12 apostles. That same priesthood authority is again on the earth, with a prophet and apostles. I love hearing their words, as they are truly messengers from God.

The Church Of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints has changed my life. I know my Savior. I know how to repent. I know that though families struggle, they can be strengthened through Christ. I know I don't have to walk life alone. I have the Holy Ghost to protect, warn, and comfort me. Prayer is real, it's powerful, and I have seen miracles come through it.

I could go on and on. These lyrics say quite a bit.
I Know that My Redeemer Lives
By: Samuel Medley

I know that my Redeemer lives!
What comfort this sweet sentence gives!
He lives, he lives, who once was dead;
He lives, my ever living head!

He lives to grant me rich supply;
He lives to guide me with his eye;
He lives to comfort me when faint;
He lives to hear my soul’s complaint.

He lives to silence all my fears;
He lives to wipe away my tears;
He lives to calm my troubled heart;
He lives all blessings to impart.

He lives to bless me with his love;
He lives to plead for me above;
He lives my hungry soul to feed;
He lives to help in time of need.

He lives, my kind, wise, heavenly friend;
He lives and loves me to the end;
He lives, and while he lives, I’ll sing;
He lives, my Prophet, Priest, and King!

He lives and grants me daily breath;
He lives, and I shall conquer death;
He lives my mansion to prepare;
He lives to bring me safely there.

He lives, all glory to His name!
He lives, my Savior, still the same;
Oh sweet the joy joy this sentence gives:
I know that my Redeemer lives!

Inspiring Christmas

2010-12-05T14:46:00.001-08:00

Check out this amazing video. The reason for the season:)

Marriage

2010-12-02T13:16:00.000-08:00

Today is day 18 out of my 30 Days of Truth. If you, too, would like to join this writing party, please check the following list. It is found here. Thank you.

Day 18: Your views on gay marriage.

Such a tough subject. I don't understand all things. But I do know this, that God has living Apostles and Prophets who have declared this:

(Taken from The Family; A Proclamation to the World)

All human beings—male and female—are created in the image of God. Each is a beloved spirit son or daughter of heavenly parents, and, as such, each has a divine nature and destiny. Gender is an essential characteristic of individual premortal, mortal, and eternal identity and purpose.

In the premortal realm, spirit sons and daughters knew and worshipped God as their Eternal Father and accepted His plan by which His children could obtain a physical body and gain earthly experience to progress toward perfection and ultimately realize their divine destiny as heirs of eternal life. The divine plan of happiness enables family relationships to be perpetuated beyond the grave. Sacred ordinances and covenants available in holy temples make it possible for individuals to return to the presence of God and for families to be united eternally.

The first commandment that God gave to Adam and Eve pertained to their potential for parenthood as husband and wife. We declare that God’s commandment for His children to multiply and replenish the earth remains in force. We further declare that God has commanded that the sacred powers of procreation are to be employed only between man and woman, lawfully wedded as husband and wife.

Recently the church made a statement to those who may oppose this doctrine. Check out the video

View Changing Book

2010-11-30T20:28:00.000-08:00

Day 17 of the 30 Days of Truth. Check out the entire list here.

Day 17 → A book you’ve read that changed your views on something.

Hands down it has to be In Quiet Desperation by Fred and Marilyn Matis along with Ty Mansfield.

This is a hot topic at the moment. Not the book, but the subject the book is about. It's about Same Gender Attraction. The authors are all LDS. The Matis couple who are co-authors raised a son who had same gender attraction. He served an LDS mission, attended the temple. The pressure and self-hate he had ended with him committing suicide.

The 2nd Author, Ty Mansfield, is a faithful Latter-Day saint who has struggled with same gender attraction, and still does I'm sure. And yet he continues to be an active, worthy member of the LDS Faith. He tells his story of moving forward with hope.

I love this book because I know several people who struggle with same gender attraction and are members of the LDS faith.

Prior to reading this book, I had little understanding of how someone could have same-gender attraction. I still don't have all the answers, but this book led me to have more compassion and understanding.

Here is a news report interviewing the authors.

Live Without

2010-11-29T12:28:00.001-08:00

These people I definatley couldn't live without. (Just thought I'd put a random pic in here)

Day 16 of this 30 Days of Truth. Does it seem like day 100? It feels like it to me. Check out the entire list here. Do it...I dare you.

Day 16 → Someone or something you definitely could live without.

Liver.
I'm not a picky eater. Nope.
I'll eat just about anything.
But Liver, really?
Mom loves liver.
She'd eat it everyday if she could.
I just can't get over the fact that liver removes toxins in the blood.
Why should I have to eat those toxins?
That's what it feels like.

Any liver eating fans?
Nope? Didn't think so.
No offense to the liver lovers.
I will keep mine, though.

"I can't live With Or Without You"

2010-11-28T16:17:00.000-08:00

Today is Day 15 of the 30 Days of Truth. Want the entire list? Here it is!

Day 15 → Something or someone you couldn’t live without, because you’ve tried living without it.

Dear Mr. Facebook,
I tried. I really really tried. I kicked you out and shut you down. But of course, you made it too easy to come back. After "deactivating" my account, a little message stated, "You can always come back...just enter your current password."

I haven't really come back. There was a day that I felt lonely...as I had no facebook friend to stalk. I decided to activate my account just to see what everyone was up to, and then I deactivated it 5 minutes later. Well-I recently did that again, only I didn't deactivate that time. I haven't updated my status. I only use it to see the latest news in everyone's lives.

I quit because I was spending too much time on it. And I was living my life in Facebook status's. I would always think to myself, "That would be a great status update." Now I don't think like that.

Prior to "quitting" facebook, I would log in 2 to 3 times daily. Now...it's like once a week. I feel a lot more free, but yet I can stay up to date with all the fun happenings.

I did have a cousin tell me, "I don't know how you have the courage to quit facebook. It would be just too hard for me."

And-I did have to get advice about quitting facebook, as I was going through withdrawals. What makes Facebook so great? We did have a life before Facebook, right? Just like we survived without cell phones (How we ever did...I don't know:) But seriously. Once you have a modern convenience and you take it away..you feel naked. It's strange. But think to yourself..."Could I ever quit facebook?" I half quit...and maybe you could too:)

A Hero That Falls

2010-11-27T11:12:00.000-08:00

Today is day 14 of my 30 Days of Truth. Check out the entire list here, and see if you'd like to join this party. It's actually quite fun!

Day 14 → A hero that has let you down. (letter)

I choose not to write a letter today. Instead, I want to tell you of a hero that let me down, but then became a hero again.

I think we all have people in our lives that seem invincible. Like, they could own the world if they wanted. Just solid, strong, courageous people. I've had several of those that I just look up to. They seem to take life by the horns and do something great with it.

The truth is, these heroes don't let me down, but I guess I'm shocked when they fall. Does that make sense? You build someone up to be the amazing person that they are, and then you see them slip. They let go of their standards for one brief moment and they have fallen. Really fallen. And it shocks you, because you thought they were invincible.

I had one such hero. I looked up to this person so much. But just like everyone, they have weaknesses...they let go of their standards, and their whole countenance changed.

I never looked down on this person. I was just in shock. And I made a committment to myself, that no matter how tempting some things are, I was going to fight it. I was going to be strong. A major reason was seeing this persons countenance change completely. Just a short moment of pleasure, and then such heartache.

I think we all need to be on guard. No one is invincible from falling. No one. But just as amazing as before, this person picked up the pieces. It was a battle to become better, but this great person did. They are better for it...and now they are whole.

So in retrospect, this person still is my hero. For after falling so hard, they rose up and became even better. With Christ's help...they became an even greater hero to so many.

Dear MoTab

2010-11-26T06:53:00.000-08:00

Day 13 of my 30 days of truth. (Sorry for my delay). Click here to see the entire list, and feel free to join this party.

Day 13 → A band or artist that has gotten you through some tough days. (write a letter.)

Dear Mormon Tabernacle Choir,

I know you're not a band, but you are an amazing group, and I wish to thank you. You see, if it wasn't for you...I may have not gone on my New Jersey mission. Remember that day? It was August, I believe.

I was reading my scriptures and listening to you. Remember? I had my own little sanctuary to study, my families game room. The room is not attached to my the house. It's above our barn, but that's beside the story. The point of it is, I was all by myself....studying, contemplating, and just being uplifted by your harmony. I remember the exact song, and the exact scripture, and the exact phrase you sang that caught me by surprise.

It was the song, "I Believe in Christ." I love that hymn. You sang it with absolute testimony. It wasn't a whimsical belief you were singing about. It was pure knowledge and conviction. The phrase was, "I believe in Christ, my Lord, my God. My feet He plants on Gospel Sod." That combined with this scripture, Alma 39: 16-17, made such strong emotions flair up, and made me truly feel that I needed to serve a mission, and NOW.

As a young girl, I wanted to serve a mission. But at that time in August, I was no where thinking of a mission. I was to finish my degree (as I was a senior that year), and move forward in life. I had just been through a relationship and was more in marriage mode than anything else.

But all of that changed when you sang your song. The spirit was so strong at that moment...and I thank you for creating an atmosphere where the Spirit could dwell.

That moment changed my life, and saved it as well. Not more than 4 months later, I was on a plane to New Jersey. I would land in the streets of Newark and start my first proselyting experience. Me, a white girl from Idaho, walking the streets where I was the minority. It felt very strange,spectacular,terrifying, and exhilarating all at the same time. I never doubted whether I had done the right thing or not when I served that mission. I was where God needed me.

So Mormon Tabernacle choir, thank you again. And thank you for all the times since that you've boosted my spirits and reminded me why I'm here.

I owe you one.

Sincerely,
Brooke

The Lack of Compliments

2010-11-22T12:14:00.000-08:00

Today is day 12 of my 30 Days of Truth Marathon. Click here for the entire list. (In case you want to join my party).

Day 12 → Something you never get compliments on.

I was in Yoga last week, breaking my back to get into Warrior Pose. No one complimented me on my flexibility. Odd, I know.

In fact, I've been insulted a few times about that issue. I went to a chiropractor when I was 18. I was having some back problems. He tried to push my leg toward my head to see how flexible I was. (I'm not quite sure what that had to do with back problems...but I'm sure he had his reasons.) He quickly states after not even making a 90 degree angle (with my leg and torso)..."Man...you have a body of a 65 year old."

Thanks Doc...thanks. Love you too. But...I'm really liking this warrior pose yoga stuff. I may just have to get more into it. Though I'm breaking my back to do it...it actually feels quite great. The deepest stretch I've had in some time.

Maybe someday I can get compliments on flexibility. Or at least the comment of, "You have a body of a 20 year old" I would like that:)

Compliments

2010-11-20T19:42:00.000-08:00

This is day 11 of my 30 Days of Truth. Check out the list in its entirety here. Feel free to hop aboard this flight.

Day 11 → Something people seem to compliment you the most on.

I feel the older we get, the less compliments are given. Is that just me...Or am I the only one not getting compliments? No...people are very generous and they say nice things...I guess I just don't keep tabs on who says what on what topic.

This has been the hardest prompt for me. Not because I don't feel the love, but because I feel awkward talking about my amazing self. Ha Ha. Really though, I've rewritten this prompt over and over.

I love compliments, as I am a words of affirmation type of person. But I think I'll say this much. I love when people compliment me on the insides. Not my doctor who says, "Oh...your lack of gallbladder looks great." Not those kind of insides silly.

But the soul type of insides. I like when people mention I'm kind or thoughtful. I'd hope that people would be able to see me reflect love, and warmth.

We need to give more genuine compliments I think. I just feel like the older I get, the less I compliment as well. I need to be telling people just how amazing they are. We all need to be doing it more. I think we are so concentrated in our little realm of problems that we forget about others.

Like today...I could have told my friend, "Hey...thanks for making me laugh..you really have a great sense of humor."

I don't know...maybe it's just me. But that's my goal. More compliments, more love.

Needing to Let Go

2010-11-19T12:09:00.000-08:00

Today is lucky 10 of 30 Days of Truth. The entire amazing list is right here. Check it out, see if it floats your boat, and then join in of you dare.

Day 10 → Someone you need to let go, or wish you didn’t know.

Let's be honest...there's always at least one person in your life that made things difficult, that tested your endurance to the very brink of you having a breakdown. Oh..no, it's just me?

There have been some people that have made life hard, but I could never say I wish I didn't know them. Well-I have admitted that before, but I didn't really mean it.

The truth is, we learn from the greats and the not so greats. From the happy times and the not so happy times. We experience deep love and we experience deep disappointment. Whatever the case may be, it is about letting go. Dwelling on the "what ifs" is not a good idea.

There's an amazing talk on looking back. Elder Holland, one of my favorites, says it perfectly. Find it here

Here is a great quote from him
The past is to be learned from but not lived in. We look back to claim the embers from glowing experiences but not the ashes. And when we have learned what we need to learn and have brought with us the best that we have experienced, then we look ahead and remember that faith is always pointed toward the future. Faith always has to do with blessings and truths and events that will yet be efficacious in our lives.

I guess I need to let go of regrets. Regrets of the awkward goodbyes...the ones that if you could say it again, you'd say it in a different way.

The awkward, "Have a nice life." when you've been hurt by someone. I guess we all have awkward moments that we've lived through. My brain sometimes likes to play them over and over. I need to do just as Elder Holland stated. Learn from the past but move forward today.

I just hope when I get to heaven, I can look "the awkward goodbyes" in the face and say, Thanks. Thanks for teaching me so much. Thanks for testing my patience and thanks for being patient with me.

Until then, I'm going to move forward and try not to have anymore awkward goodbyes.

Drifting apart never feels good

2010-11-18T17:45:00.000-08:00

Here is day 9 of my 30 Days of Truth. Check out the list here....and if you feel like it...fly this way too!

Day 09 → Someone you didn’t want to let go, but just drifted.

This is a tough one. I feel like way too many friends and I have drifted apart. Not because of choice, but because of circumstance.

I'll focus on one: My dear friend Diane.
But first...a preview to paint the picture: As everyone knows...Jr. High, Middle School...they are just awkward years. I had floated around from friend to friend those first few years (6th and 7th), unsure of what kind of friends I wanted. I hadn't super connected with anyone. Sure...I had friends at school, but not the friends that came home after school, the ones you'd have girl talk for hours. The ones Anne of Green Gables calls, "Bosom Buddies."

That was until I landed in 8th grade. I'm not even sure how we met, but Diane was in my Math and U.S. History class. She moved to Ammon, Idaho with her family. Her father was in the military and they landed in Idaho. I think he was in retirement stages at this time.

For some reason...we clicked. We had sleep overs, hot tub parties with many friends, the whole friendship just automatically clicked. I remember going to her home for the first time and just feeling so safe. It felt like her entire family adopted me as their own...I just loved it.

The sad day came when she told me, at the end of the best school year of my life, that she was moving. I cried a lot. I felt so upset that Heavenly Father would take her away from me. Bah!

But-life often changes when we feel the most comfortable. She moved off with her family...and we kept in touch via phone. She told me of her new friends, crushes, and I told her of all the news in Idaho Falls. Lucky for me, she still had a married sister in town. Whenever her family came to town...I got to see her.

Years later we both landed at BYU-Idaho. We continued to get together for lunch once in a while. It was obvious our lives had changed and we were a little different...but man, it was great to see her.

She's married now. I came to her reception,she came to mine. I haven't kept in contact lately...I need to call her.

This blog is motivating me to write her now. Somehow I have her mom's cell phone in my phone...but not hers. Interesting how life works out.

The cute thing is...her family still knows who I am...and my family still knows who she is. I just love it. The great thing about great friendships, though time and distance may separate you...when you get together, it's like you never left.

This blog post actually makes me sad...thinking about all the great friends in different states.

It's amazing how the Lord puts different people in our path for a reason. People move, lives change...but memories live on baby. Yes they do.

Cheesy madness

2010-11-17T15:05:00.000-08:00

Today is day 8 of 30 Days of Truth. Check here for the entire list. Feel free to join the madness.

Day 08 → Someone who made your life like Hades, or treated you like crap (My censured version).

I'm going to call this someone Mr. Gallbladder. Why Gallbladder? Because that's who treated me like poop. Literally...my gallbladder is the culprit.

I'm sure there have been people who've made me mad, or made me feel angry inside...but like I've said before...I try not to dwell on the the hate and anger of life.

But back to Gall. That's him. All I ever did to him was eat Asparagus with butter, and some really great Filipino food with coconut milk. 15 minutes later...he was putting up the nastiest fight. I've never felt so much pain. Try to picture a bent over me, dry heaving, sweating (from a body in shock) trying to talk to a nurse who says its an hour wait...and me, crying uncontrollably while nervous Instacare patrons watch on.

He was just that bad..insomuch that I had him booted. No longer was he going to treat me like that. Well...that was until a few days prior to his eviction...he decided to give me one last punch. It was a doozy.

But, alas...I have overcome...I won...and my body didn't need him anyway? Right? Well...we'll make do, and I'm sure he served a purpose (breaking up my fatty foods), but he sure caused too much pain. Thus his purpose was blotted out by his nastiness of the fight. Lesson learned: Don't be nasty, or you may get the boot.

Worth Living For

2010-11-15T20:49:00.000-08:00

It's Day 7/I forgot yesterday so I meshing my days together to bring you Day 7 of the 30 Days of truth. The whole whopping list is found here. Browse and join this party. You'll be glad you did.:)

Day 07 → Someone who has made your life worth living for.

The Hubs: this one's dedicated to him and only him. I know he'd be completely embarrassed if I wrote an entire blog about him. What the hay? I'll do it anyway.

Without getting oobers and oobers of personal, I tell you what. This guy does make life worth living for. Why?

He's just good...true and blue...through and through.
We build a home together...one dinner, one movie, one cooking experience at a time.
He makes me laugh.
He's the one person who can calm me when I want to go a hundred miles and more.
He helps me realize it's okay to relax...we need to take care of ourselves.
He's taught me that people are more important than "to do" lists.
He constantly reminds me that temple marriages are about coming in as 2 families and leaving with 3.
There's no one I would rather spend my day with.
Can we say IKEA?
He's so ready to just up and serve, but also knows how to say no when he needs to.
He's an answer to more than one prayer (You know the mom in Pride and Prejudice....let's just say my mom proposed to my husband for me..:)

I could go on...but I think I've caused him to blush more than ever. Peace out

What I Hope to Never Do

2010-11-15T05:49:00.000-08:00

This is day 6 of 30 Days of Truth. Click here to see the entire list....and feel free to join the madness.

Day 06 → Something you hope you never have to do.

This is easy peasy. I hope to never grow old. Of course...the day will inevitably come...but IF I grow old I want to do it in style. I want to be that 80 year old that still mows her lawn. That old lady that passes the 25 year old in a half marathon. (Don't worry....it's happened to me).

I wish we could choose how we grow old. So many times I see people with dimensia or Alzheimers and if I could choose now...I would say no to all of the above. I guess we all would.

If I can't control the age thing...I just hope to never be a grumpy old grandma. I want to choose now and then to be positive and moving forward in life...Not counting the days until I die. (I've seen that too).

My motto: Bloom where you are planted. I'm sure life gets super lonely without loved ones around...but I hope to be there for the ones who still are there..who still need my help.

The End.

What I Hope To Do

2010-11-13T05:48:00.000-08:00

Alas...it is Day 5 of my 30 Days of truth. Check here to see the entire list, and feel free to join the madness.

Day 05 → Something you hope to do in your life.

Pain every step, sweat dripping off my face, knees sore with the pounding of the pavement. These are the things I want to do....that is...run a 26.2 marathon.

People always ask me, "Why do you pay money to be in pain?" Little do they realize just how awesome the feeling is after you cross that finish line.

My usual race is the 5K, (3.1) miles, but I've branched out and done 2 half-marathons (13.1 miles). To achieve a marathon would just top my bucket list.

Speaking of which, I'm signing up for a Marathon this April. SLC Marathon to be exact. What challenges await me? Mostly the weather...winter running is something I haven't done a lot of.

I believe a marathon truly taps into a persons psyche. And by psyche I mean the definition that states,
psyche: 'soul: the immaterial part of a person; the actuating cause of an individual life

Running that distance has got to effect you emotionally, physically, mentally, and spiritually. I want to do it...if for nothing else...but to prove to myself that I can do hard things.

The honest to goodness obstacle I have now is getting my body in shape enough to do it. I recently had a massage where the masseuse stated, "My prior client just ice climbed Mt. Rainier...and your body is worse than hers." Meaning my muscles are cramping up and close to injury.

Hence I am taking the day off of running and going to a Yoga class. Wish me luck, as my body is not flexible, and watching me will be more of a comedy act than a workout, but what the heck? You gotta do what you gotta do.

In all seriousness: there are many many things besides a marathon that I want to do.
The most important one of all: Raising children in the Gospel of Jesus Christ; and being able to be in the temple with my hubby and all of our children at the same time. Would that not be the coolest thing ever?

A brother in the New Jersey Mission Presidency said that he and his family; sons and daughters, grandsons and granddaughters, always got together every year to attend the temple.

Would that not be one of the sweetest things?
I remember my 12th Birthday...and the amazing gift my Grandpa gave my family. We were given family names to take to the temple, and every single member of my immediate family was there, clothed in white, performing ordinances for our ancestors. That's what I hope to do.

Marathons are nice, but being with family in such a sacred place....that's even nicer.

Seeing ourselves reflected in the mirror of others

2010-11-12T20:05:00.000-08:00

This is a must read article:)
Do it...because you know it will be worth it.

Jerry Johnston: Seeing ourselves reflected in the mirror of others | Mormon Times

Who I Should Forgive

2010-11-12T14:20:00.000-08:00

Here is Day 4 of my 30 Days of truth. Check here to see the entire list, and feel free to join the madness.

Day 04 → Something you have to forgive someone for.

This is easy. Though I pretty much am over it by now...I need to forgive my mother. Why? Out of her sweet frugal heart, she decided give us, kids, haircuts herself. I'm still trying to understand why I got a mullet. Really---you ask? Yes...I had a mullet. Thankfully before long,I decided to grow my "Sides out". Funny...huh?

I didn't think much of it until Dave and I's wedding. We shared our wedding video, you know...the slide show of both us growing up. We came to one photo...and we all started to laugh. I was like, "Hey...I had a mullet."

Oh yah...and the time my aunt Margy gave me a perm. To make things go faster, my mom did one side and my aunt did another. Not a good idea. With one side being tight and the other loose...it looked amazingly strange.

Thank goodness we, humans, can bounce back from such traumatic experiences. Truly...I hold no grudge. If nothing else...it makes for a great laugh when I show my photo album to future generations.
My Grandkid: "Grandma...why did you have a mullet?"

ME: "Well Child....back in those days, hair dressers were hard to come by."

My Grandkid: "Wow, Grandma...you've been through some tough times."

And I'll sound truly pioneerish:)

So forget my not forgiving story. Thanks Mom...I owe you one:)

Day 3: The Forgiveness Factor

2010-11-11T12:52:00.000-08:00

Day 3 of my 30 Days of truth. Check here to see the entire list, and feel free to join the madness.

Day 3-Something you have to forgive yourself for.

This one's hard. Not that I haven't made mistakes...because believe you me...I have. We truly are our own worst enemy at times, but often times I feel I'm my own best friend:) I laugh out loud saying that but I believe its true. "Love thy neighbor as thyself." If you're hating on yourself every day, all day...how can you truly love others? If you have a hard time forgiving yourself, how can you forgive others?

Back to the question: What do I need to forgive myself for?

Well-right at this moment, I'm feeling bad about not updating my health blog every day. Ha Ha! It's true. I made a huge commitment to myself and the blogosphere that I was going to write EVERY single day about EVERY single thing I have eaten. It lasted a week and a half and I've missed almost an entire week of reporting back.

Is it bad that I thought of deleting that blog? Ha Ha:) It's sad, but true. I am committed to health, and doing what's right with my health. I'm at a healthy weight, I exercise nearly every day, and I think I just feel trapped about the things I can and can't eat. I've tried months and months to lose more weight...just to be more fit than ever, but my body wants to stay right where it is.

After the 7 days of my new strict committment to eating less carbs, I felt such a lack of energy...and pretty deprived. I was losing weight, but my body just wasn't happy. I felt weak and hungry all the time. I'm trying to find a happy balance, and that happy balance may be that I'm not so rigid with my blog updates.

So that, my friends, is where forgiving others takes place on your part. Forgive me if I'm not true to my blog update committment? Right now...that's what I'm working on. Peace out:)

Day 2: Feeling the Love

2010-11-10T11:54:00.000-08:00

This is day 2 of my 30 day prompts. Click here to read the entire list.

Day 2: What do you love about yourself?

Picture this: My sister invites me to a family BBQ. You know, her in-laws family BBQ. Picture everyone jovial and kind, striking up conversations left and right. Then picture this: One that keeps to himself. He checks out his GPS system and is mute to the entire party.

Now picture me, running up to see if I just might strike up a conversation. If I just might get him to talk about himself, his life, his goals....I will have succeeded.

Now let me paint you a new picture. It's 2008...I"m waiting for an interview from the Bishop. Mr.Executive secretary starts up a conversation of sorts...mentioning he used to be like me...outgoing and all....and now he's not. He says he has "walls". That no one can get to know him like the good old days.

Now picture me: In my heart of hearts feeling so excited because guess what? I"m going to break down those walls. I'm going to get to know him if its the last thing I do. 2 years later...we're happily married and those walls are broken down. KAPOW!

I guess to answer the question, I love people. I LOVE BREAKING THE ICE. Some may say that I talk too much, that I'm way too bold. But I love it...I love talking to strangers, and getting to know them...even for that brief meeting. Love it.

Hmmmm.....who will be my next victim:)

30 Days of Truth: Day 1

2010-11-09T21:05:00.000-08:00

I have a fellow friend. She's a blogger. And she is a dedicated soul who answers 30 prompts in 30 days...so I decided to join her madness. For the full list, check here.

Day 01 → Something you hate about yourself.

I try to contain the self hate to a minimum, but I will share one thing. You know those homes that you walk in...the ones that are immaculate in the cleanliness department. The ones that make you want to hate the owner, but admire and love them all at the same time? That home isn't mine. Not at all. But there's lots of love in our home.

I'd like to blame it on the lack of storage...or all the company we have. (Right?) But nope. truthfully...I get tired. And let's be honest, sometimes I don't want to clean. And I want to spend time with the hubby without being stressed.

So excuses or not, I can always improve. Excuse me while I go dust the t.v :))))

I Choose Vibrant

2010-11-08T12:09:00.000-08:00

“Life gives to all the choice. You can satisfy yourself with mediocrity if you wish. You can be common, ordinary, dull, colorless; or you can channel your life so that it will be clean, vibrant, progressive, useful, colorful, rich. You can soil your record, defile your soul, trample underfoot virtue, honor, and goodness, and thus forfeit an exaltation in the kingdom of God. Or you can be righteous, commanding the respect and admiration of your associates in all walks of life, and enjoying the love of the Lord. Your destiny is in your hands and your all-important decisions are your own to make” (President Spencer W. Kimball, The Miracle of Forgiveness [Salt Lake City: Bookcraft, 1969], p. 235).

Halloween festivities

2010-10-31T07:12:00.001-07:00

Let me paint a picture for you. It was last Sunday night. Our friends Audra and Brandon were over for dinner. Pens were sketching, eyes were widening, and ideas were flowing...we were going to win it.

That is, our ward Trunk or Treat trunk contest. Our ward is the bomb, and every year we have a Halloween smash (party). We decorate our trunks for the passing out of candy to the wee little ones along with their teenage siblings.

Well-in years past, a certain amazing ward member won every trunk or treat decorating contest. This sparked my dear friends competitive nature. She was not going to let that happen.

As she was discussing her willingness to win, ideas started flowing. We were already going to be pirates...and they were already going to be Peter Pan and Wendy. It was perfect. A pirate ship.

To make a long story short, we shopped throughout the week for materials. Audra and I spent our day off painting and talking. It was really fun...but still lots of work.

In the last hour before our "Float" was to be up and running, our hubbies got home from work. They raced to get the sails up, and add the finishing touches.

Pretty much,....it rocked. Sorry if you find this a bit too bragful. It was so much work, but turned out to be So much fun.

We won. The funnest thing was seeing the kids just sit and watch it. Brandon and Dave were in the boat, sword fighting. Wendy was on the plank, and I was handing out candy, unsure of where to stand.

It was crazy chaos throughout, but so worth it.

Here are some pics:
Enjoy!

The Crew
See how we even had the sails burned? Nice touch Brandon

The Originators

The Villains

All the Sweat and Blood put into it paid off: Booh yah

I'm going vegetable style; My New Blog

2010-10-21T17:34:00.000-07:00

To all of my reading fans out there...I know there's many (wink wink), I have a new blog unfolding. I'll keep this one for my personal ramblings and happenings.

To keep things exciting, I have a blog for my every bite, literally. Check it out here to see what I mean
http://brooke-goodbyetosugar.blogspot.com/

Feel free to browse. The more people view it the more motivated I am to be healthy:) Happy Eating!

Reflective Mood

2010-10-11T16:09:00.000-07:00

HOME SWEET HOME

Here's the back of the house

We went home this past weekend. Home as in-- my "growing up years" home. My, "I am an Ammon, Idaho" girl home. The home my dad built 20 years ago, page by page. Really. He bought a book on "How to Build Your Own Home". 6 months later, with a lot of reading, came our little castle.

It has been almost 1 year since I set foot in that house. I've lost all track of time. Living in Utah, my husband and I are building our lives together,with friends, neighbors, and memories of a whole new nature.

The house on Georgia Lane seemed so distant to me that I almost cried. With the business of everyday life in Utah, I let the memories of the past slip by. After setting our stuff down, I walked through the entire house, room by room. Memories came flooding in. "This is where I talked my moms' ear off," "Over hear is where our Christmas Eve tradition was held." It was like I was giving myself a tour, in a home that had built me.

I could hardly sleep that night. Memories and gratitude for my loved ones overcame me. It was so good to see my mom, dad, and brothers. I was only wishing my sister could drive down and be with us.

I was awakened from my memory fest by the ever consistent rooster. Cock-a-doodle doo. It was 6a.m. I jumped out of bed to see if my dad was still doing his ritual...lifting weights and running. Sure enough, I found him in the weight room. He always is there this time of day, ever since I can remember.

I think I startled Dad, as I said, "Dad...I forgot just how great this house is....you did an amazing job." He didn't know quite what to say, but had a huge grin. He's come to love this house too. All of us have.

Here's the man who read the book...my paps!

This whole experience, visiting home again-was so surreal. You would think I haven't been home in ages. It made me do a ton of reflecting. I came away realizing that I need to apply the phrase, "Bloom where you're planted." Those memories, those cherished times, they have their place. These people, this love, these walls...they built me. They made me who I am.

With this great past, I, the Ammon, Idaho girl, and Dave, the Midland, Texas boy... come together to make our home, our new memories, our little castle.

Check out this song that says so much:)

My "Mini Me"

2010-10-06T15:17:00.000-07:00

Do we not look like twins? Here is Hannah...my amazing cousin. She took me to lunch for my Birthday (along with her mom, dad, and my mom).

I hope my future daughter turns out to be as great as her. She's amazing!

A Muddy Preview

2010-09-30T14:39:00.000-07:00

If you think this photo is crazy, just wait...it gets better.
My cousin and I ran the Dirty Dash, a 6 mile run through mountain trails, mud pits, swamps, and sllp n slides. It was AMAZING. I'm currently in the process of getting more photos. Until then, check out this amazing movie about my race.

Life can be hard, but hard things can be conquered

2010-09-27T15:43:00.000-07:00

On my mission, there were hard days. At such times, a companion of mine would pull out a post-it note her mom sent. It said, "I can do hard things." Her mom told her to say that over and over. So today, I'm going to say it. "I can do hard things...I can do hard things."

Life is hard, but I know people have it harder. It's hard in the "I'm going to stretch you hard."

Don't mind me ranting...it's good once in a while. My hard spot right now is my Master's degree. I've wanted it for some time...ever since I can remember. When you mention it as a child, it sounds so cool and easy. "Oh yah...I'm getting my masters." The truth is, it's harder than it looks. Go figure...ha ha.

I was ranting to my mom about these hard things. She said, "Would you feel good about quitting?" She's mentioned that before when I've had a hard time. She doesn't want to see me hurt and struggle. Any parent hates to see their kid struggle. But like always, I told her, "No...I won't quit" (Thinking to myself...Dave won't let me quit:) :) Ha Ha.

He did say that. And so it is. I won't quit...though at times I want to say, no more. I guess I'm just not used to the whole disciplined stuff...you know? The whole,come home from work, do laundry, finish lesson plans, go to the library, eat, read, zzzzzzz." Oh yah...and have the home organized. AHH!

I will tell you this. It will be worth it...and I do feel smarter, even just a tad bit. Things that are worthwhile are never easy. And thank goodness to a Heavenly Father above. He gives me solace in a friend I can laugh with, a hubby who lets me relax a little longer, and a running buddy. He's been answering my prayers. I really did pray for a running buddy...and I found one:)

So see...life can be conquered. I can do hard things. Especially with Him.

Here is a talk that reminds me it's okay to have a hard time.

The Travel Bug Bit Us

2010-08-24T17:22:00.000-07:00

In early August, Dave and I took a long road trip up to Seattle. It was there that we stayed with Dave's brother Peter and family. It was a first in meeting my sister-in-law Jenne, and their 2 kids. (They tried coming to our wedding but couldn't get past the blizzard). Their kids are super cute, and if ever you wanted to know what Dave looked like as a kid, it would be his nephew, Willem. So cute.

We rather enjoyed our time together. We visited the mother of all REI stores, downtown Seattle, and even took a train ride. (Dave is happiest on a train). It was fun had by all!

Dave and I then drove 5 hours to Lewiston, Idaho...home of my sister. Brie and her dentist husband, Travis, along with their 4 kids live there. We had a blast. In Lewiston we went Wake boarding, Wake surfing, tubing, and splashed at a water park. I learned something about myself. If there was only one thing I could do for the rest of my life....it would be wake boarding. It is a royal blast. Well-that and spending time with those I love:)

Here are some pics:)

Here is Belle, our adorable niece. Aren't her eyes amazing?

Me and the biggest paper snowflake I've ever seen:)

Jenne, Willem, and I hanging out at Pioneer Village in Seattle. They were great to take us all over town.

Dave and his "mini me" Willem. (Almost) Dave wasn't happy about my camera shot but the picture was too cute to pass up.

Here are some Lewiston Pictures:

Marlee and Me (Isn't my niece a doll?)

Wake Surfing at Night. It's already tricky, but at night it's a little more fun.

Here's the brother-in-law and wake-boarding coach.

Me loving the sport of all sports: Wake Boarding

Chloe: The niece who loves to sit in the front of the boat, jam to "Eye of the Tiger" and tap her feet to the beat. She is great!

Time for a Change

2010-08-24T16:37:00.000-07:00

To all those who happen upon my blog...this is for you. You've probably noticed my background changing more than a baby changes diapers. Something in me has to have a change quite often. Maybe it's the mood I feel, or the season. In any which way, let's embrace change, eh?

Are You Serious?

2010-08-02T18:35:00.001-07:00

Yes...it's true, this Brooke can sew. Woot Hoot...Holla. I've been working with a sister in my ward to strengthen some skills in the sewing department.Let me tell you...it has been a tough journey. I started my tutoring by sewing curtains for my kitchen. Ohhhh....the thought of that day brings back sour memories....it took me four hours to finish one curtain...and I had 2 more to go. Later that day I bawled to my hubby...for I was not a good seamstress and I never wanted to touch a machine again. Oh yah...and my mom had one tearful earful too. I was done.

Well...this sweet Sister in my ward, Roxey...didn't give up on me. She's been helping me repair a sweater (zipper), a temple dress (zipper) and I hemmed some dress pants for work. Oh...it has taken me a long time. I will tell you...I don't like repairs. But-I do love saving money and I love building things...such as this T-Shirt quilt. I finished it today...Holla!

I have collected high school t-shirts, graduation gowns, dance costumes, and volunteer uniforms to create this masterpiece. Trust me...it's not perfect...but I'm so excited that I could make something with these two hands....something that I will use on those chilly nights.

Give a Woot Woot for my tutor, Roxey. When I ask her what I can do to repay her she simply says, "Just learn to love sewing." Trust me Roxey...I am.

Good Things to Come

2010-07-20T20:17:00.000-07:00

The Cellphone Vs The Scriptures

2010-07-18T09:00:00.000-07:00

I got this poem from Alex Boye's profile on Mormon.org. It's amazing. I'm reminded how much more time I need to spend with my scriptures:

THE CELLPHONE VS THE SCRIPTURES

I wonder what would happen if we treated our scriptures like we treat our cell phones? What if we carried it around in our purses or pockets?
What if we turned back to go get it if we forgot it?
What if we flipped through it several times a day?
What if we spent an hour or more using it every day?
What if we used it to receive messages?
What if we treated it like we couldn't live without it?
What if we gave it to other kids as gifts?
What if we used it as we traveled? What if we used it in case of an emergency?
This is something to make you go...."Hmmm..Dude.. where is my scriptures?"

Unlike our cell phones:
One Plan does fit all.
Unlimited usage. No roaming charges.
You always have reception.
You can use it in the mountains and in a tunnel.
It's free with no hidden costs,
AND you don't ever have to worry your scriptures being disconnected because CHRIST has already paid the bill!

I'm Kicking This Addiction

2010-06-30T19:01:00.000-07:00

Sorry Cookie Monster, From here on out, it's no sugar for me. I'm throwing it out, calling it quits, au revoir, hasta la vista,sayonara baby. Yah...that's right. Sugar...I'm kicking you to the curb...so "hit the road jack, and don't you come back no more,no more, no more, no more."

Ha ha, you say, ya right? Well-okay....maybe you are right, but really...why does sugar have to be so tempting? I feel complete joy when I'm inhaling it, but then I feel so awful afterwards, and I think..."Now I need to go to the gym twice in a day to make up for that...boo hoo. (And then I don't go.) I've already had the scare of, "It's not a matter of if...but when you're going to have diabetes." My mom had diabetes when I was born, and they say it's genetic. And well, my pancreas is getting tired of working for so much sugar, so it may give out one day.

Now that I'm typing this I feel extra bad for the 6 mini candy bars I ate at a meeting today. Woops. Not to mention I get home to find my visiting teacher left a Rice Krispy, white chocolate treat...that was massive. Don't worry..I haven't devoured it all today. Why can't I think as I'm devouring..."Caution Caution...bad addiction,could lead to diabetes, heart disease, high cholesterol, cavities, and DEATH. Why can't I think that?

Sugar, you are tempting, but I don't have to give into your every swoon. No....I will partake only a small amount and feel satisfied. Or, be like Joseph of Egypt, who, when he was tempted by the Potiphar's wife, he fled. I will run. Run away I say. Yes...that's it. Run away.

A Sprint into the Madness

2010-06-22T18:59:00.000-07:00

Sweat raining down, mouth cotton dry, the sun sinking into my soul: this is what led me to the question, Why? Why and When did I start this addiction of running? Was I mad? Yesterday I challenged myself to some intervals, where you run fast, then faster, then faster again, until the cheeseburger you had 3 hours ago starts coming up. I know, too many details, right? Well-it's true.
This is when I started thinking of my running past. There has to be some reason to the madness. Here it is:
At age 14, I was in 8th grade. I tried out for basketball 2 years in a row, made the first cuts, but quickly realized it wasn't for me. I was dancing down the court instead of blocking. (Woops!) Tried out for cheer leading...um...let's just say, not happening. I specifically remember looking at the "made it" list to NOT find my name. I ran out of the building, jumped into my suburban, and slammed my face on the seat. I was devastated. Thankfully, I didn't make it.:)( Um...back to my running story.
I was tall. Everyone said I'd be great at volleyball or basketball. Mmmm...specific skills were needed. If you missed a shot, your teammates hated you. But-track, I could do track. You just run, right? Your team is just glad to see you finish alive. I was in.
"Hurdles could be fun," I thought. You had to try out for hurdles...so I gave it all I had. To no avail, the hurdles coach pulled me aside and said, "In order to do hurdles, um...you have to be fast." Ouch. Distance was my calling in life. We ran our first 4 mile block that week. I thought I was going to lose it. We ran down the busiest street in my hometown, by fast food joints, grocery stores. That night I asked my mom if I could pack some money with me while I was at track practice.. "What ever for?" she said. Well-I was going to get a pop on my next run. HA HA!
Track came and went. High school was about to start and I was stoked. I had two choices to make: pursue my love of dance and take intense classes, or 2)..join the cross-country team with my brother. Cross-Country. (My brother mentioned boys and I was there).
Probably not the best place to meet them, as sweat, tears, red beat face...that's what they saw every day from me. But to no avail, I did cross-country. May I tell you,...that was one of the best decisions of my life. Did I adore every moment? Nope. But I made some of the greatest friends during those sweaty practices. We ran through mud, sand, water, up hill, down hill, it was a blast. My first year of cross-country, I was pulling 11 minute miles (34 minute 5K) and by 10th grade I was hitting the 23 minute 5K range. I only say this, not to brag, but to laugh at how slow I am again. I'm proud when I can do a 30 minute 5K.
My senior year I had to give up the sport because of my "dance with death" experience in running. My final cross-country race, I pushed myself, had very little water in me, and I blacked out. After fainting, a spectator picked me up, and walked me to the finish line. I was rushed to the Family Emergency Center, where I was treated for heat exhaustion. Nice. Did it stop me? For a season.
In college, I did midnight 5K's, joined the college track team, (don't worry...no try outs) and did a leg in a triathlon. Running is a love, but also a habit. Pure madness habit....that all started because I didn't make the basketball team. Go figure.

See ya Suckers!

2010-06-18T12:39:00.000-07:00

You, yes you- Mr. and Mrs. Fruit fly.
You've driven me to extreme measures.
Why not a dump yard?
Why not a trash can?
Do you really have to hang around my home?
That's it...you're gone.
No more Mrs. nice guy.
Apple Vinegar was your last breath.
May you find lots of fruit in Heaven.

LOVE ME

The Women in My Life

2010-05-09T17:42:00.000-07:00

Happy Mother's Day! I love the above individuals greatly. They are some of my favorite women. (Plus my uncle Paul). From my aunts who took care of me as a little girl, to my mother who played beauty parlor and wiped my tears away. My sister who had so much patience with me as I played dress up in her dance costumes or when I spied on her dates at the park. She is one of my best friends: I love her. All of these women have taught me so much and continue to teach me. I love them. Where would we be without our mothers and the mother figures in our lives. They've taught me how to laugh, cry, and laugh again. Thank you....and someday...I hope to be as great as you!

Heroes of Mine

2010-05-07T20:55:00.000-07:00

Everyone has a hero. Meet some of mine. (Click on the link below)

My New Life

A flood, electricution, and spring cleaning: lessons learned

2010-04-12T16:29:00.000-07:00

No, this picture isn't me. But it resembles a very great portion of my life as of six days ago. Spring Break was upon me and I returned from a 3 day trip to Idaho. Opening the door, I stated, "What died in this apartment?" It was the nastiest smell this nose has smelt. I then stepped into what I like to call "sogginess." Yes. Soggy floor mat, soggy living room, soggy kitchen. Soggy apartment. What in the world? I ran upstairs to find my landlord. Together we investigated and splashed through puddles on the carpet. Long story made short, a pipe broke above our tv Monday and caused a flood of sorts. A sudden moving of all our belongings and a total remodeling later, I sit here with lessons learned.

1. Don't try to unplug a paper shredder while the carpet is wet. ELECTRICUTION may occur. (Trust me...I know:)

2. Family is the number one thing in our lives. AKA Dave is my man. Without him, I have nothing.

3. Material things can vanish from our eyes before we even know it. So don't put too much emphasis on material things. Relationships matter most.

4. It's okay to cry at first and maybe along the way...but don't get caught up in the Why me? Instead, pick yourself up, dust yourself off, and try all over again.

5. Trust professionals. Don't leave it to yourself to clean up disasters. Do what you can, but let the pro's take care of it.

6. Listen to your gut feeling, and not everyone else's opinion. It's between you, your spouse, and the Lord.

7.Scriptures and the Holy Ghost are what keep me sane...literally.

8. Enjoy the simple things, like riding a bike, sitting on the grass, eating ice cream.

9. Take one step at a time.

10. Look on the bright side of things. At least we have a head start on Spring Cleaning:)

Dear Running, I love you.

2010-03-18T13:47:00.000-07:00

That's right. No running. At least that what my body is saying as of late. Humf....Sigh...Tear rolling down the cheek. Really? Running you ask? Yes. Running. I love running for the sake of running. Give me those exercise induced hormones with running shoes on the side. Running. I want so bad to do it. In fact, I'm crazy enough to pay money to run. Yes. I signed up for 13.1 miles of sure pain and glory. The half marathon is in May. Am I ready? Mmmmm...complicated question. I was on track to be ready. I had a new training plan galore. Alas-my gallbladder had to hate me and give me grief. So one surgery later I sit here. Sitting. Not as cool as running. I drive in healthy Utah with runners on every side. I crave to join them. One more week I tell myself. One more week. Sigh. I hope that's it. Ready or not...I'm going to be at the starting line. Even if I have to walk, run, walk, crawl...I'm going to do it. Dear Running, I do love you!

To Be Like That

2010-02-12T21:51:00.001-08:00

What inspires me the most? Old people dancing. Dave and I saw the cutest couple do the jig at our Stake Valentine's Dance. I want to be that couple cracking a hip to get down with the beat. Someday Dave and I will get there.
Tonight: Dave and I's conversation went something like this:
Dave"You don't like to follow, do you?"
Me: "No...I just don't like following to the wrong beat."
Dave: "Well-I have 17 left toes and no feet, so you have to follow me."
Me: "Oh"...smile

Some day we'll get there...some day.

Call Me the Love Doctor

2010-02-05T17:18:00.001-08:00

So-I am a huge fan of Valentines day. Was I the one that got a gazillion roses on Heart Day every year in High school? No, indeed not. In fact, every minute that day I would hope to get a pink slip. (That meant something special was waiting for you at the office to pick up after school). I rarely got those. It's true.
So why do I love it SO SO much?
I love the gift of love! It sounds so cheesy, I know. But seriously...the ability to feel love. It doesn't have to be the romantic love, but a love for family, a love for life, a love of the gospel. Just to know that we can feel that, it's SO great.
On my mission for Valentines day, we gave flowers away to random people we met. We didn't know them from Adam, but it felt like we were best of friends! Love is a powerful gift we have.
Think I'm crazy or not...I'm all about the LOVE! Happy LOVE month!

Christmas Adventures

2009-12-14T19:34:00.000-08:00

Christmas is a love of mine. So many wonderful things to do. Here are a few fun adventures Dave and I have been able to put under our belts:

Gingerbread Festival: Dave and I went with some friends in our ward to the gingerbread festival in Alpine. There were hundreds of amazing ones: plus we got cocoa and were able to decorate our own cookie. Yum. It was a fun time had by all.

Our Ward Christmas Party: We had a wonderful dinner and we even got to take the poinsetta home: Hope I don't kill it:)

Festival of Lights: Dave and I, along with our great friends, the Burk family, drove around this golf course covered in lights. They had everything from castles and leaping frogs, to a long neck dino. Yeah for Christmas lights!

Merry Christmas to everyone!

Smiles and Tender Mercies

2009-11-23T16:11:00.000-08:00

Here is a quote that I LOVE!

President Gordon B. Hinckley stated,
"We know not what lies ahead of us. We know not what the coming days will bring. We live in a world of uncertainty. For some, there will be great accomplishment. For others, disappointment. For some, much of rejoicing and gladness, good health, and gracious living. For others, perhaps sickness and a measure of sorrow. We do not know. But one thing we do know. Like the polar star in the heavens, regardless of what the future holds, there stands the Redeemer of the world, the Son of God, certain and sure as the anchor of our immortal lives. He is the rock of our salvation, our strength, our comfort, the very focus of our faith.

In sunshine and in shadow we look to Him, and He is there to assure and smile upon us." Gordon B. Hinckley, “We Look to Christ,” Liahona, Jul 2002,

What are you grateful for?

2009-11-17T20:31:00.000-08:00

What are you grateful for? That is the question I ask? Today I am grateful for:
1. Laughing with Dave...it was good to laugh.
2. Being able to go Home Teaching with my hubby. (His partner couldn't come)
3. Friends that email or call.
4. A good run today at 6 a.m.
5. Getting out of class early.
6. Writing Time: It is therapy for me:)
7. Provo Temple: Seeing it on the hill on my drive home from work. (Peace)
8. The Book of Mormon: I love it!
9. Siagon Cafe's yummy vegetable dish
10. Dave: He makes me happy:)

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Halloween Half Marathon

2009-11-12T12:42:00.000-08:00

On Halloween Eve, Dave and I joined our ward family in a Halloween feast. I won the Adult costume contest. Oh YAH! Dave was an awesome musketeer. He loved showing off his swords.
Then...at 5:00 am on Halloween...I was off to my first Half Marathon: 13.1 miles. We ran from Sundance in Provo Canyon to the Riverwoods in Provo. It was tough...but I loved every minute of it. (okay...maybe not the last 3 miles.) It was fun to see everyone's costume. The day after Halloween was definatley tough. I've never been so sore in my entire life. I told people I ran 13.1 miles without walking and now I can't walk. Next 1/2 marathon? May 2010. So excited!

Lifting-Burdens

2009-11-04T18:03:00.000-08:00

Lifting-Burdens

Ever felt a burden? YEP. Me too. I love this message. It rings SO TRUE!

Fall Snowage?

2009-10-13T16:27:00.000-07:00

Dave and I decided to take a trip to see Fall foliage in the beautiful Provo Canyon. Much to our dismay we had winter wonderland...followed by some signs of Fall. Sigh....the weather is wanting to progress too quickly.

This is more of what I'm talking about. I love the Fall and I have to admit...seeing all these leaves makes me want to jump in a huge pile of and throw them everywhere.

I think it's trying to snow? Wow. I thought Idaho was bad!

I Heart Running!

2009-09-20T18:55:00.001-07:00

Dave and I ran the Racing Cane in Orem, Utah. He ran the 4K (2 miles) and placed 2nd in his age division! Go Dave!

I ran the 6 K and beat my P.R. for this summer. YEAH! I'm training for a half marathon on Halloween. I'm super excited. I LOVE RUNNING. My neighbors upstairs let me run with their dog named Tes and I love it. We run around BYU campus and(don't tell anyone)...but she's left a few poops. I forget to bring a bag and boy...does it stick out like a sore thumb on their immaculate lawns. Fertilizer, right?

Heels and thrills!

2009-06-30T19:06:00.000-07:00

SO-I bought new heels. 2 inch high heels...mind you. I never buy heels. I'm 6 ft tall...I don't need to wear them...but I wanted to feel pretty...so I bought some. Plus Dave is very supportive of the fact. :) I wore them doing dishes, to the drugstore, and of course I wore them going to the temple. I even wore them going to the mall. (I'll tell you more of that later). I was in love with these heels.
No one tells you that life is going to be really different with heels. Driving was odd...trying to hit the brake and gas. Walking...I had to move my hips (I think one of my hips went out of socket.) There's no dragging your feet...you have to pick them up and go. These heels gave me trouble....but I tell you what...I felt power. People automatically respected me more when they heard the click click click. Heels make you a powerful woman who knows what she wants in life.
Well-I was being brave and went to the mall. Mind you...I was wearing these heels for hours now. I get to the mall and my feel kill. No one wears heels to the mall. You just don't do it. So-I headed to Macey's shoe department. "Can I help you?" the sales clerk asked. "Yah I replied...these shoes are killing me...give me flip flops." And so I got them.
Word to the wise. If you're going to the mall...bring some flip flops with you. And whoever invented heels, it wasn't a woman. Those heels owned me.

Cousin Reunion

2009-06-30T19:02:00.000-07:00

It's been way TOO long since we've been together. It's not all of us...but it was great to see a lot of them.

2009-06-28T18:15:00.000-07:00

Look at all those shoes! Goodbye Margy and Craig! They are going to be Mission Parents to the Halifax Canada Mission

2009-06-28T18:07:00.000-07:00

Amber, Jenni, and I chillin like villians. Got to love cousins.

Marlee and Me + Dave

2009-06-28T18:05:00.000-07:00

Little Marlee, Dave and I. Isn't she a doll. LOVE her...and all my neices and nephews.We went to Idaho for Margy and Craig's farewell. (My aunt and uncle). They will be mission president and wife in the Halifax Canada Mission.

Gangster's Paradise

2009-06-28T18:03:00.000-07:00

Here is my second grade class. Love them:) It was our last day of school and we did a hip hop dance routine.

The Road Less Traveled

2009-06-20T11:52:00.000-07:00

ROAD LESS TRAVELED

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth

Then took the other as just as fair
And having perhaps the better claim
Because it was grassy and wanted wear
Though as for that, the passing there
Had worn them really about the same

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet, knowing how way leads onto way
I doubted if I should ever come back

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence
Two roads diverged in a wood
And I took the one less traveled by
And that has made all the difference

Robert Frost