Sofia Premiere Reminder with a Surprise

Is anyone else excited about the Disney Premiere of Sofia the First: The Curse of Princess Ivy!? I know I am. My daughter loves Sophia and Rapunzel is my favorite princess blowing Ariel right out of the water after 21 years of admiration.

I applied to host the Sofia the First House Party, and unfortunately never got it, but I still see the ads and Disney Jr. posts for the premiere in my Facebook news feed religiously.

Here’s yet another reminder to watch the show Sunday, November 23rd at 7pm/6c on Disney Channel with a little surprise I put together just for you.

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Tell me now, would you even notice the horse’s genital area if they hadn’t placed an obnoxious butterfly to cover it? 

Come to Him

As I was reading  through General Conference talks yesterday evening, I found a talk that speaks to me and the many trails in my life that I tend to face feeling both isolated and alone.

Ten years ago was a time when life was rock bottom for me. I was a single working mother of two rambunctious little boys. My ex was calling and harassing me from the county detention center almost daily. I couldn’t seem to get things in order and struggled each night watching the clock just waiting until it was time for bed so I could go back to sleeping my life away. It seemed to me the easiest way to shut out my problems. The morning would come too soon and a new day of the same struggles would unfold.

At the time, I was meeting with the missionaries (for the 4th time in 2 years) and working toward baptism. I began praying and reading my scriptures often and within weeks, I found the strength to ignore the phone. That strength lead to a phone call to my provider to block all calls from the detention center. For the moment, he was out of our life and healing could continue.

My evenings soon changed from watching the clock in complete isolation and loneliness to reading my scriptures with no sense of the hour. Prayer was my constant companion. My Heavenly Father was the only person I could turn to in those quiet evenings and although the conversation seemed one-sided, I was content that He was enough. My life seemed to settle into peace while chaos still nipped at the light that now filled my home. I realized all this time I was never alone. I just needed to reach out to Him. To follow Him. He knows me and knows what’s best for me and He will not lead me astray.

Here I sit 10 years later struggling with severe depression, a strong sense of isolation and sadness, and I often wonder what happened to that happy, peaceful person I was. The truth is I still am that person. I’ve just let go of the things I used to rely on to get me through each day. I let go of Him. I don’t think to pray, rarely read scriptures and my church attendance is sporadic. Life was never meant to be easy, but I do have faith and knowledge that it’s easiest when following the footsteps of the Savior.

In the recent sessions of General Conference, Elder Eduardo Gavarret addresses this very subject during his talk “Yes, Lord, I will Follow Thee.” Elder Gavarret reminds us the Lord said, “Come unto me, all ye that labour and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest.” Matt. 11:28 He goes on to share the many open invitations Christ offered us to come, follow him and shares that we can do so by:

  1. Feeding our desire to be a better follower of Christ.
  2. Praying for the desire that your faith in Him to grow.
  3. Obtaining knowledge from the scriptures to light the way and strengthen your desire to change.
  4. Make the decision to act today and say, “Yes, Lord, I will follow Thee!”
  5. Persevere by by exercising these principles daily.

Knowing the truth will not provide needed change unless that knowledge is turned into actions. It seems I’ve forgotten that without resting upon my Savior, I will find no peace or strength in my trials. I’m not alone. I was never alone. Nor do I want to continue being alone. I have every bit of faith in Him that as I come to know Him once again, I will find my positive change–my peace and happiness in this madhouse life of mine.

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Here I Am!

This is going to seem extremely out of the blue. I thought of writing for quite sometime, but the unfiltered thoughts that go through my head most times won’t make me friends with most of the people I interact with in real life so I’ve held a lot in although much has happened over the past few years.

Part of the issue, too, is that I have no theme here. My ramblings are as disorganized as most of my life. I’m going to move forward sharing current musings and past happenings as they tie in and resurface.

Controversial Debate Perplexes Me

We all have that acquaintance on Facebook who religiously plasters their wall with their political stance aimed to both change the general thought process of their friends and piss others off. We also know the post would be in vain if at least one person didn’t take the bait and banter back and forth with mindless nonsense to support their own opinion. I like to read these threads and move on shaking my head, laughing. Today, among a dozen other politically suggestive posts, this was shared with me:

No, it’s quite a rudimentary concept when you look at it like that. The thread turned into a fit of biological remarks of which neither party deemed themselves a scholar and all the while I thought to myself, “if a similar union of matter was discovered to occur somewhere in the solar system, it would most definitely be declared a form of life on any other planet.” One thing is certain . . . it doesn’t have to be a difficult concept.

Ramblings of Potty Mouth

There’s something about  little kids cussing that’s funny to me. Maybe it stems from Grandpa making sure our first word was sh*t. I just don’t know.

I don’t intentionally encourage it. Sometimes I’m a potty mouth. More frequently than I’d like to admit actually. I understand that this behavior in itself encourages my children to not only say these things at times, but to say them in context. Usually in public. Unfortunately, between my family and myself, my children have a vast vocabulary of unintelligible, yet humorous, words to say at any given moment.

I think it’s most humorous when they use words I’ve never thought to combine. Kinda like that time the German foreign exchange student in high school complained of the damn sh*t rain.

Today my toddler was quietly playing in her pool while I sat nearby, absorbed in new things on Pinterest which I will never make time to create. Irritated by the malfunction of her water gun, she coaxed it to work….

“Come on pisser! Come on piss nuts!”

Piss nuts? Ha!

I quickly retired to my bathroom to bust a gut laughing before we could discuss the use of “nice words.” Today brings another revelation that I really need to watch my damn sh*t mouth.

Bin Loveing You

Reflecting on the past few months, I have new gray hairs. My boys are getting older, adolescence is nigh, and we’re experiencing a change in attitude, testing boundaries, and new developmental stages. Sometimes I find myself wishing Calgon really would take me away.

A few days ago, we had a serious meltdown. More so than every before. The boys were standing on the stairs and there was gnashing of teeth and blows to the face. It was an all out Battle Royale. I stepped in and sent them to their rooms to rest of much of the afternoon. Exhausted and separating myself from the chaos, I sunk to the floor in my bathroom and called my husband on his way to work. We seem to be having more and more of these fits and talks and at times I’m feeling so lost. Lost in a state of feeling I’m no longer connecting with my children, often wondering if they do know I love them as I always say I do.

The events and emotions of the other afternoon have passed and all been forgotten, except for the lingering sound of  “I hate you!” coming from my child’s mouth to me for the very first time. I know that truly he does not, but it still pains me that in a moment of overwhelming frustration, he would feel that way. I’ve mulled it over in my mind for this space of time and found myself believing him at times and at others, surely knowing he does not feel that way about me.

This morning as I walked past my desk, which I’ve neglected for the past few days, a box caught my eye. Assuming it to be trash, I swept it up and froze as I extended my arm to toss it out. Adorned in the sweet writing of my children the afternoon we had this explosive fit, it reads:

“I love you bin I have bin loveing you since I was little”

“We all love you”

“Sorry we use a box”

As I look at these sweet notes and take them in with wet eyes, I believe the apology is all mine. Sorry for wanting to be swept far away from here in extreme moments of need. Sorry for not pulling them into my arms and squeezing them tight more often as they feel irritable and overcome with emotion. Sorry for being less than I know I can be in their times of need.

Truth is I’ve always “bin loveing” them too.

In Need of a Spa Day

Over the past few weeks my life seems too chaotic. About a month ago, Ox and I agreed that a move to Utah is our best option to further his fire career. We are now scrambling to tie up loose ends and plan to drive away with the Uhaul truck a week from today. I’ve been stressed about last minute packing, the little details of closing utility accounts and bank accounts, the little repairs to the house, preparing the house to be vacant for who knows how long, the fact that the house still hasn’t sold……

It’s obvious I need a break. Not just a mental break, but a physical break. One where I can put my feet up and care less about anything for even just a brief moment. Maybe what I need is to put my feet in a nice steaming bowl of buttery popcorn again. To my dismay, the air popper is packed away and not to be seen again for another 2 weeks (if I feel that motivated to unpack it right away.)

What’s my next option?

The other day my mom left an enormous tub of of green and red layered Jello with me and I contemplated puting my feet in it. The thing is, Jello is so amazingly wonderful to eat I can’t get myself to put anything other than a spoon in it. However, I long to put my feet in it and I even imagine the squelching sound as my feet are sucked through the top layer to the middle. Ahhh! Such relaxation and ridiculousness.

So what’s my next next option?

Being a massage therapist, one would think I’d turn to the spa, but that doesn’t really do it for me either. I think a close second to squelching Jello is jiggly Orbeez.


Every time we visit my sister-in-law, my niece has a massive collection of slimy Orbeez swollen to the max and captured in a vase. It’s like a rainbow explosion of muculent orbs and I need to put my feet in them! I suggest it and everyone calls me crazy and laughs it off…but serioulsy…I’m serious. I have to put my feet in them. I haven’t been able to yet. There’s just something about insisting they fetch a basin and fill it with Orbeez for me to dunk my feet that really doesn’t mesh with dinner time.

So, sadly, I continue to ponder ways to go about putting my feet in them. I think maybe I should just buy my own Orbeez machine to build my own collection and dunk my feet to my heart’s content. Call it weird and crazy–and maybe a little repulsive–but I’m not the only one that has this foot fetish for gooey globules.

What!? An Orbeez Soothing Spa Set?! You’ve got to be kidding! That will be $30 well spent when I finally get within shopping distance of a Toys R Us.

Freaky Friday

After a long awaited arrival, my Freakers came in the mail today from Freaker USA. Of all the things I said I would freak when I got them, I chose something completely different.

I freaked a pineapple and I can’t freakin’ believe it! Even more amazing was removing the Freaker and watching it shrink back down immediately to perfectly fit my Calypso lemonade. It’s amazing how much better my lemonade tastes with a Freaker on the bottle. I can only imagine how that pineapple is going to taste now. Fan-freakin’-tastic!

Monday is my Freakin’ Birthday….

and I refuse to cry about it.

As I mentioned in a previous post, June 6th is apparently the best time to be on vacation because (like clockwork) my parents are gone again. It’s a good thing I have my own family to love me because they never forget me on my special day. This year I’ve decided to think about the wonderful things I’ve got going for me:

– I’m Back on Track and have lost 7 lbs over the last 3 weeks. It’s not much, but I haven’t found it again so I know I’m going in the right direction with this whole eating healthy and working out process.  Oh how I loathe it, but it’s paying off and I’m not going to complain too much.

-My little brother is coming home for a short period of time before he ships out to Afghanistan. I love him. I’ll miss him. He is one of my favorite people in the whole wide world. I love him. Did I mention I love him? Because I do!

-I found this Freakin’ guy. Zach Crain.

With his freaky knitted one-size-fits-everything koozies, he plans to stop all bottle sweat in the world, thus stopping all moist handshakes forever.

How can you not like this guy? He had me at “your hair is like beautiful fire.”

He launched his business idea on Kickstarter and needs our help to back his project. We’ve got 3 days to close the gap and reach our goal of $48,500. You can back him with as little as $1, and for each donation level you’ll recieve awesome rewards…a Freaker koozie is the minimum and the sky’s the limit.

My birthday wish is that, together, we can pull through and help launch this business because I need a Freaker….for my wrists…and my water bottle…and my diaperbag’s wipies case…and my cankles while I’m workin’ out…and my drink shaker…and my vacuum handle…….

If you’re not familiar with Kickstarter, it’s all or freakin’ nothing! If we don’t reach our goal by June 6th, nobody’s credit card will get charged, nobody will get freaked and everyone will cry.

I refuse to cry on my birthday!

So I beg you to please–pretty please with a freaked out cherry on top–support this guy so we can freakin’ celebrate on the 6th. >>>

Psst…Not having a freaker feels like getting kicked in the man grapes…and that don’t feel good. Not at all.

Childhood Love

My boys’ birthday party was a huge success although the friends they invited from school were unable to attend with so many events going on in the surrounding area over the weekend.

My little guy was heartbroken that his kindergarten girlfriend couldn’t make it. He’d known for over a week that she wasn’t coming to the party and when the day finally came, he was even more saddened until the fun was impossible to ignore.

Today he is seven. To our surprise this morning, his girlfriend was waiting for him  by the locked door of their classroom with a present in hand. Her bright eyes sparkled as she walked toward him. She greeted him with a hug, wished him a Happy Birthday, and quickly turned to leave, her silky pigtails swinging as she walked away. They saw each other yesterday as school, but she’d remembered his birthday wasn’t until today.

The sight of her actions fills my heart with joy and even made me cry a little today. I’ve pondered this a bit through the morning and believe that the only feeling better than that of pure, innocent childhood love is being married to your best friend for time and all eternity or the beautiful birth of a child.