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2012 plus announcement
Man, 2011 was a great year for me.
I just got a job at private alternative school that I am way excited about.
I am signing up to run a 5k tomorrow after I’ve trained diligently for 6 weeks.
My marriage is better than ever. (Trust me there were times that were really tough).
I have been reading my scriptures and saying my prayers consistently (almost daily).
I reached and surpassed my reading goal of 50 books.
I have been paid for book reviews this year.
Most of all, I have felt God’s hand in my life.
I hate to sound all braggy, it’s not really my style, but this year has been awesome for me, and I want to say thanks to all of you who have helped me in little and big ways. I really really deserved a good year. I’ve been through some really rough times over the past decade. Yes, decade.
2012 is looking like it will be even better.
The first thing you need to know is I started a new blog.
Come over and check it out.
I am super excited about the new challenge.
My goals this year are:
FAMILY
1. Read scrips every day.
2. Do good every day.
3. Be quiet.
PERSONAL
1. Run four 5k’s. (keep 3x wk)
2. Read 54 books.
3. Weigh 180 or under.
4. Attend temple monthly.
5. Plan a family camping experience.
7. Dailies. (scripture study, prayer, service)
8. Be still and quiet.
9. Go back to college.
10. Stay under budget.
11. Go to bed & wake up w LG.
12. Show love and compassion.
13. Bond with the girls.
How about you? What are your goals?
Book Review – The Magic Room
This is a paid review for the BlogHer BookClub.
The Magic Room: A Story about the Love We Wish for Our Daughters by Jeffrey Zaslow
My rating: 4 of 5 stars
Let me start this review by telling you that I got married 10 days after we decided to tie the knot. The day after deciding that we didn’t want to wait any longer, I ran into a local wedding-dress shop and asked for something simple and cheap. I tried on one dress off the clearance rack and said “I’ll take it.” I shopped alone and I called my then non-official fiance (he never really proposed) and asked him if he would o.k. me using $200 from my paycheck to buy the blasted dress.
I felt it appropriate to start this review with my own wedding dress story as this book is a compilation of wedding dress stories. In The Magic Room Zaslow did a great job of telling the story of Becker’s Bridal in Fowler, Michigan. In this teeny tiny barely thriving US town, there are a few constants, Beckers is perhaps the most impressive, only outlasted by the loyal long-standing families that reside there.
Even though I am not much of a romantic, I really enjoyed this book. I thought the author did a great job of interlacing the stories of various recent brides with the stories of the Beckers’ royal family. For five generations the Beckers have faithfully served a very large portion of the bridal industry within the United States, many times selling dresses to mothers who years later bring in their own daughters to the same shop to purchase a dress of their own.
Unexpectedly, I learned a lot about the worldwide and US trends of marriage in this book. Zaslow has a knack for making statistics interesting, statistics like “25% of first-time brides have children. Another 7 to 8 percent are pregnant” and “forget the seven year itch, UofM researchers have found that more divorces now happen in the fourth year of marriage than any other.”
Overall, this is a great book jam-packed with various intriguing biographies, families’ dreams and losses, wedding magic, and like it says on the cover it’s mostly “a story about the love we wish for our daughters.” Indeed, I do hope to one day take one of my four daughters to this magic room or at least one just like it in my own region of residence.
You can read more discussion about this recently published book at the BlogHer discussion boards.
Merry Christmas
In the words of Mater,
“This here blog is bein’ neglected.”
I am spending lots of time with my family
and loving every minute of it.
Thank you to Jeremy for the reminder
that time is the best way to show love.
Merry Christmas to you and yours.
Maybe after Christmas, I will attempt
to write a yearly recap.
Maybe.
Santa Claus Going to Town
The Kid Nativities
we were going to be making
nativities at Cub Scouts.
Well I lied.
It took the girls and I
two hours to come up with this.
The hour Scouts has alloted per week
just wasn’t gonna cut it.
So I gave the boys the molding clay
and told them to create their own creche.
Book Review – Heir to Power
Heir to Power by Michele Poague
My rating: 3 of 5 stars
This book took me a long time to read and I really think it can be shortened by at least 200 pages. There is a very “technical” feel to it and I wasn’t surprised when reading that the author has written technical manuals. Sometimes I felt like I was reading a manual instead of a piece of fiction.
I think that Poague’s overall idea is a great one. The tribe of Survinee people whom which the book were based upon were very intriguing, and seeing the world through their eyes felt almost like being an adventurous child again. That was probably the aspect of the book that I enjoyed the most: seeing my world through the eyes of someone who has never experienced it. Come to think of it, the two weeks that it took me to read this book was a little like I was a foreign exchange student experiencing a whole new place.
I definitely think that this book is being classified in the wrong genre. There were only about 5 paragraphs in the whole book that left the reader with any feeling of futuristic, much less science fiction. If you took out those 5 paragraphs, this book could have been a work of non-fiction about any ancient civilization.
I felt like the author left a lot of loose ends at the closing of the book which is always frustrating to me and I just read another review on goodreads that says the author plans to make a trilogy (which would explain the loose ends.) I know I am no expert but if I were to sit down with the author and have a perfectly honest talk (I don’t believe I am even capable of being anything but completely honest) I would tell her to forget the trilogy and to get a good editor to cut the book length in at least half. Use the ideas for a trilogy to make ONE sound book that has a faster cadence with a whole lot less detail and technicalities. This will take a lot of letting go emotionally for the author, but I do think it would be to her great advantage in the book sales department.
As of right now, the one word that comes to mind with this book is “long” which I don’t think any author wants to have on the book cover. However, I do think the story-line and the author have a lot of potential and Poague could have a great best seller on her hands with some editing.
This book made me think about Emily Dickinson. She wrote and wrote all day, but only let the public see a small 1% of what she found her best writing. I hope that when I write that book I’ve been dreaming about one day that I will be able to self-edit because I am also long-winded.
I received a copy of this book for free but as you can see I am still very honest in my critiquing. Note to future best-sellers: send me your books first, I will be brutally honest. Please go here and buy a copy for yourself and tell me that you didn’t think the book was long at all and that I am just a slow reader, it will make me feel better. It is always fascinating to me how every reader has a completely different experience with the same book.
You can also go over to Michele (with one L) Poague’s website if you would like.
Check out the goodreads book synopses:
The colony of Survin has been hidden for centuries, protecting an ancient religious artifact called the Healing Crystal from men who would steal or destroy it. Kairma, heir to the Crystal, is destined to mate with the handsome Naturi and become the leader of the reclusive colony, but she is too young to realize the peril soon to arrive. At sixteen, Kairma is too young to realize many things…
Kairma would rather go spelunking with her brother and his best friend than study ancient medicine and religious laws, but the discovery of a tomb containing ancient artifacts leads Kairma to question her religion and the true nature of the Crystal. To further complicate Kairma’s ascent, a childhood illness has left her resembling a nearby race of men both hated and feared by the people of Survin. Because of this, Kairma’s younger sister Kinter, who is in love with Naturi, believes she is the rightful heir.
Disease and infertility have decimated Survin, but bigotry and religious laws forbid the introduction of new members so things heat up when a traveling archeologist stumbles upon the reclusive colony and introduces a powerful new weapon. Forced into a larger world, the Survinees discover they hold an object of unimaginable power, a power other men covet, a power that might save or forever damn the human race
Sticking Out Like a Sore Thumb
I will be reading a Christmas books about idioms to the kids today at the Christmas party.
I love idioms so much I could eat them.
Did you catch that?
On Sunday, LG and I discovered that the phrase “sticks out like a sore thumb” isn’t an idiom at all, but a tried and true description.
I cut my thumb good while making hashbrowns. OUCH!
LG was so kind and wrapped up real tight to stop the excessive bleeding.
The wrapping seemed to multiply from the roll to the application.
My thumb was humungous by the time he got done.
Of course this happened on the Sunday that Abigail and I were scheduled to sing in church.
The only comfort I got from the constant throbbing was to hold my thumb above my heart,
so while singing I had to ignore the throbbing. I wasn’t about to hold it up for everyone to see.
For some reason I have been having a bad week.
This morning while Caroline and I were cleaning up all the books she had dumped out all over the floor, my bad week was hopefully finalized. Caroline was wearing her pink cowboy boots and she stomped down hard on my thumb re-tearing open the wound.
Did that just make you squirm? Because it did for me.
What a boring post, but that photo is pretty cool, huh?
Wondrous
We are in the land of snow.
This photo was taken a few weeks back.
It would be a whole lot better
with my old broken camera,
but I take what I can get.
I was having a bad day
and when I opened up this file
it made me smile from ear to ear.
I am so blessed to be a mother
even if sometimes I want to quit the job.
My husband and my girls
are my greatest treasures.
Period.
Nothing else is relative
if I don’t have them first.
They make everything enjoyable.
Even the stuff I don’t like.
Snow
for instance.
Not a huge fan.
I did grow up in San Diego
after all.
But, my family makes snow
wondrous.
Wondrous to behold.
Thank you God
for giving me an eternal family
and this mortal life
with earthly experiences
to savor
with the ones I love most.
Only Have One
I’m a codependent.
A full-fledge flaming codependent.
What does that mean?
It means that I am addicted to others at an unhealthy level.
It means that my core issue is
needing other people to fill my love tank.
It means that I unconsciously do things
(all the time) to feed my addiction.
Things like making too many comments in Sunday School.
Or blogging for attention.
I often cry myself to sleep at night because nobody cares.
And then there are the times (too many times)
that I try to require things of my husband,
things that I need to let go.
I don’t do it to be wrong,
I just want to be loved
and I just want to love others
and so I hold on to that thing
far too long.
It’s part of my addiction.
I try to control other people.
Unconsciously.
To gain importance.
To get love.
I can’t have enough of love and importance.
Just saying it is part of the addiction
doesn’t excuse it
because it is still very much my life
and I have to own it and change it
and sculpt me into what I want me to be.
It does give understanding
and the first step to fixing is admitting.
So, this post is my way of letting something go.
Something hard.
Even though I have every right to care about it.
and I am completely justified in my desires
because they are pure.
Yet, they are my desires for him,
and not his desires for him,
so I have to let it go.
Even if he is wrong
and doesn’t see it.
Because I can’t live his life.
I can only live my life.
Apparently JJ Heller understands
why I cried myself to sleep last night.
Next time I am going to sing this little song
instead of getting all frustrated with myself.
Because let’s face it,
nobody gets it right every time.
Everyone needs room to screw up.
And I have decided that true love is
really only one thing.
Loving each other through your screw ups.
And boy do I love that man.
I’m the luckiest girl that he loves me back
even when I try to control him.






