Thursday, January 29, 2009
Shoe Statue
I don't even know what to say about this. Is it funny? Bad? Or both? Funny, even though the incident wasn't good. But I can't help grinning.
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
Honesty is the best policy.
I've been tagged and I am supposed to tell ten completely honest things about me. I don't think I have anything that interesting to say, but I shall try.
1. I like pina coladas, long walks on the beach, and soft caresses.
2. I could get lost looking in your eyes.
3. I once rode bareback on a horse through the Italian countryside.
4. Everywhere I go, I keep a fan blowing on me so my hair can fly around my face all romantic like. I also wear lipgloss so strands of my hair will stick seductively to my lips.
5. I've had my butt surgically altered as to be reminiscent of J. Lo.
6. I'm secretly in love with Carrot Top. Meow...
7. You. Me. Caviar. On the cliffs of Ireland. Need I say more?
8. My longest relationship was with a midget. He had the hair of a stallion.
9. I wash my hair in the urine of the duck-billed platypus. That's how it gets that "new penny" shine.
10. I'm your mama.
Sorry, I just couldn't think of anything.
Sunday, January 25, 2009
Happy anniversary to me?
I have been a primary teacher for somewhere between 18 months and two years. I don't remember exactly when I was called. For the majority of that time, I have had the same class - all girls, from the time they were six through their baptisms last year. They moved me up with them last year, so it's just been me and "the girls." I love those girls - they are all so awesome in their diverse ways and it was fun to get some girl talk for a change. This year, they gave me a different class. On a crowded Sunday, there are four children in my class. On a day like today, there are two. Three weeks ago, they released the second counselor in the presidency (hi, Suzanne!), and I was totally bummed. I just like her so much and enjoy having the chance to talk to her in Primary. Last week I was thinking about who they could call, hoping with all my heart it would be someone I like. Suddenly, a thought came to me. "Um, it could be YOU." I realized that I am not immune to such a calling - and it was a shocker to me. Even though I'll be 32 next week, I still feel so young and inexperienced; often I feel like a 17 year old just graduated out of high school playing babysitter to these boys. It's just all so "grown-up." Anyway, I realized I am a grown-up and that I am NOT immune to heavy-duty callings. But I laughed it off - no way. Today, Missy's husband John - the assistant executive secretary - came and asked which hour I was teaching. "Hmmm..." I thought, "here we go." Sure enough, a member of the bishopric pulled me aside since none of my class were there yet. And since Keven, the primary president (who happens to be fiercely protective of her staff and will keep them at all costs) didn't seem upset that I was obviously being pulled out for a new calling - I knew. Sure enough, you are looking at our ward's new second counselor in the Primary presidency. I'm not freaking out - yet. I don't know why me. I'm a terrible procrastinator, horribly disorganized, and lots of little details tend to send my mind into overdrive and it shuts down, as friends who have tried to plan anything with me can attest.
But I'm looking at it as a humbling experience to get myself in gear. I'm going to need the Lord's help more than ever. I have needed help for a long time, and haven't asked enough. I'm too afraid, not enough faith? I don't know... Now, how can I not ask? I want to do a good job - and I have some huge shoes to fill. I need to be able to give the presidency the support they need and the children the leader they need, all while being a good mother to my boys.
I'm leaving my thoughts there for now - can't think of what else to say.
Six Years
Today is our sixth anniversary. I am so unspeakably grateful for Bryce and all the things we have been through together - good and bad. I love our beautiful family and how hard Bryce works to take care of us, and that he loves me even though I have a chin that rivals the captain of the Axiom (see Wall-E). For fun, I'd like to give a brief retelling of how we met and became this little family full of handsome little boys.
Bryce was about to go on his mission at the age of 21 when I first saw him give a talk in sacrament. I was coming off of a very bad "relationship" - bad guy, bad circumstances, and was at a very low point. I liked Bryce but I needed to be in a better place, and the last thing I was interested in was a guy who was about to take off for two years. I was 23, and felt like an old maid. (Being LDS can do that to a young girl.) But he started giving me rides to activities and dances, where we'd sit on the side and talk about how we didn't like to dance, make fun of the line-dancers (no offense) and how glad we were there was someone to talk to. Our first and more important bond came from the Walmart game. (Ask and I'll explain.) Before we knew it, we were spending every spare moment together. From June to September, we had so much fun and knew there was no other choice than for me to try to wait. And I did. When the letters from Bryce became a little scarce, I did date others and had lots of fun making out with other boys. He says I Dear Johned him, I say he's smoking crack. Anyway, we made it through the two years. He came home in September 2002, and we picked up right where we left off.
We were married at the Dallas temple on January 25, 2003...
...went on our honeymoon to Oregon - Seaside, Astoria, Portland, Cannon Beach...
... in March 2004, we had our beautiful Ewan (unfortunately no tiny baby pics of him on computer)...
...spent three years as a small family, and a few anniversaries just the two of us...
... after enduring three miscarriages to get Fynn here, he made his appearance in December 2006 with his delicious cheeks and full head of hair...
... and we celebrated the arrival of our wee Corgan in October...
... and now here is our little dynasty of Taylor men. Hopefully in three or so years, I'll have some female backup.
Bryce was about to go on his mission at the age of 21 when I first saw him give a talk in sacrament. I was coming off of a very bad "relationship" - bad guy, bad circumstances, and was at a very low point. I liked Bryce but I needed to be in a better place, and the last thing I was interested in was a guy who was about to take off for two years. I was 23, and felt like an old maid. (Being LDS can do that to a young girl.) But he started giving me rides to activities and dances, where we'd sit on the side and talk about how we didn't like to dance, make fun of the line-dancers (no offense) and how glad we were there was someone to talk to. Our first and more important bond came from the Walmart game. (Ask and I'll explain.) Before we knew it, we were spending every spare moment together. From June to September, we had so much fun and knew there was no other choice than for me to try to wait. And I did. When the letters from Bryce became a little scarce, I did date others and had lots of fun making out with other boys. He says I Dear Johned him, I say he's smoking crack. Anyway, we made it through the two years. He came home in September 2002, and we picked up right where we left off.
We were married at the Dallas temple on January 25, 2003...
...went on our honeymoon to Oregon - Seaside, Astoria, Portland, Cannon Beach...
... in March 2004, we had our beautiful Ewan (unfortunately no tiny baby pics of him on computer)...
...spent three years as a small family, and a few anniversaries just the two of us...
... after enduring three miscarriages to get Fynn here, he made his appearance in December 2006 with his delicious cheeks and full head of hair...
... and we celebrated the arrival of our wee Corgan in October...
... and now here is our little dynasty of Taylor men. Hopefully in three or so years, I'll have some female backup.
Thursday, January 22, 2009
Three Months!
*I had already posted this and right after tried to get him laughing on video. What resulted is pretty stinkin' cute, mixed with my very annoying voice, and a hilariously loud raspberry that Ewan blew on my arm right as I was ending the video. Enjoy.
Ewan and I had ourselves a little photo session with Corgan to commemorate his three month mark. We took turns snapping while the other tried to get him to smile. While there wasn't one "perfect" picture like I was hoping, these were the cutest. I couldn't limit myself to posting one. He's so stinkin' cute I have to refrain from squeezing him until he pops. Then I take him to the store, and he cries the entire time, and he seems a little less cute. But only for a little while. ;) These pictures don't show his total old-man hairdo - none on top and growing on the sides.
Ewan and I had ourselves a little photo session with Corgan to commemorate his three month mark. We took turns snapping while the other tried to get him to smile. While there wasn't one "perfect" picture like I was hoping, these were the cutest. I couldn't limit myself to posting one. He's so stinkin' cute I have to refrain from squeezing him until he pops. Then I take him to the store, and he cries the entire time, and he seems a little less cute. But only for a little while. ;) These pictures don't show his total old-man hairdo - none on top and growing on the sides.
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