Close up. You can see his nose and mouth, and even his spine and heart!
He looks like he's sleeping in this one. Just snuggled up and warm. 
Surprise! It's a Boy!
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Saturday, April 25, 2009
Little Pitt
The rumors are true! We're having a baby! We wanting to make sure this pregnancy was going to last before telling anyone. At 16 weeks, things are still looking great! We are both so excited and can't wait for him to get here! Due date is October 9, 2009.
Close up. You can see his nose and mouth, and even his spine and heart!
He looks like he's sleeping in this one. Just snuggled up and warm.
Surprise! It's a Boy!
Close up. You can see his nose and mouth, and even his spine and heart!He looks like he's sleeping in this one. Just snuggled up and warm. Surprise! It's a Boy!Saturday, January 3, 2009
New Years Resolutions - Looking Back on Last Year
Well, I guess it's that time of year again. A time when we all make promises to ourselves and others that we don't intend to keep. It's a time when you look back on life, evaluating the choices and decisions that have brought you to where you are. Did you do everything you could? Is the world a better place because you were alive last year? Or is my existence just that; existing. What have I done? Am I any better then I was a year ago? Have I accomplished all that I wanted to?
Looking back, I've realized that things have changed. They might be small changes, but they still occurred. For instance, Randy and I have moved from Sunny St. George, to cold, snowy Tooele. Randy is no longer working for Target, and I have increased my work commute to 30 or more miles a day. (Thankfully gas prices have decreased.) We've made new friends, and lost some old ones. We've had a few hospital visits, as well as birthday parties, and spending the holidays with friends and family.
Since change is inevitable, what should I want and hope that the new year will bring? Randy and I are still madly in love, and I don't see that changing anytime soon. Unfortunatly I don't think we'll have enough money saved up, even by the end of the year, to buy our own house. Since I can't fulfill it, I am not going to consider it a resolution. With all the problems we've had trying to start a family, I think that's out of the picture for the next year too. It seem that my only constant in life right now is Randy. I guess I could resolve to love him more. That also seems silly to me though, because I love him more every single day. It would be redundant to resolve to do that. So, this year, I'm not making any resolutions. I intend to take the year head on, and accept anything that comes my way. Here's looking to 2009.
Looking back, I've realized that things have changed. They might be small changes, but they still occurred. For instance, Randy and I have moved from Sunny St. George, to cold, snowy Tooele. Randy is no longer working for Target, and I have increased my work commute to 30 or more miles a day. (Thankfully gas prices have decreased.) We've made new friends, and lost some old ones. We've had a few hospital visits, as well as birthday parties, and spending the holidays with friends and family.
Since change is inevitable, what should I want and hope that the new year will bring? Randy and I are still madly in love, and I don't see that changing anytime soon. Unfortunatly I don't think we'll have enough money saved up, even by the end of the year, to buy our own house. Since I can't fulfill it, I am not going to consider it a resolution. With all the problems we've had trying to start a family, I think that's out of the picture for the next year too. It seem that my only constant in life right now is Randy. I guess I could resolve to love him more. That also seems silly to me though, because I love him more every single day. It would be redundant to resolve to do that. So, this year, I'm not making any resolutions. I intend to take the year head on, and accept anything that comes my way. Here's looking to 2009.
Saturday, December 20, 2008
Grandma's Hands
This was sent to me in an email, and I had to repost and share!
I was privileged to take a photo of "Five Generations of Women" shortly before my 93 year-old Grandmother passed away last year. The photo, shown below, features the hands of my Grandmother, Mom, Sister, Niece and Great-Niece. While I can't take credit for the idea, I was so happy to have had the suggestion & capture this moment. It inspired a friend of mine to do something similar, which turned out so beautiful it became a special keepsake, prior to her father's passing."GRANDMA'S HANDS?A must read through to the end please!!!!!!!!!!!!!Grandma, some ninety plus years, sat feebly on the patio bench. She didn't move, just sat with her head down staring at her hands.When I sat down beside her she didn't acknowledge my presence and the longer I sat I wondered if she was OK Finally, not really wanting to disturb her but wanting to check on her at the same time, I asked her if she was OK. She raised her head and looked at me and smiled.. "Yes, I'm fine, thank you for asking," she said in a clear voice strong."I didn't mean to disturb you, grandma, but you were just sitting here staring at your hands and I wanted to make sure you were OK," I explained to her."Have you ever looked at your hands," she asked. "I mean really looked at your hands?"?I slowly opened my hands and stared down at them. I turned them over, palms up and then palms down. No, I guess I had never really looked at my hands as I tried to figure out the point she was making.Grandma smiled and related this story:"Stop and think for a moment about the hands you have, how they have served you well throughout your years. These hands, though wrinkled shriveled and weak have been the tools I have used all my life to reach out and grab and embrace life."They braced and caught my fall when as a toddler I crashed upon the floor.They put food in my mouth and clothes on my back. As a child, my mother taught me to fold them in prayer. They tied my shoes and pulled on my boots. They held my husband and wiped my tears when he went off to war."They have been dirty, scraped and raw , swollen and bent. They were uneasy and clumsy when I tried to hold my newborn son. Decorated with my wedding band they showed the world that I was married and loved someone special.They wrote my letters to him and trembled and shook when I buried my parents and spouse."They have held my children and grandchildren, consoled neighbors, and shook in fists of anger when I didn't understand.They have covered my face, combed my hair, and washed and cleansed the rest of my body. They have been sticky and wet, bent and broken, dried and raw. And to this day when not much of anything else of me works real well these hands hold me up, lay me down, and again continue to fold in prayer."These hands are the mark of where I've been and the ruggedness of life.But more importantly it will be these hands that God will reach out and take when he leads me home. And with my hands He will lift me to His side and there I will use these hands to touch the face of Christ."I will never look at my hands the same again. But I remember God reached out and took my grandma's hands and led her home.When my hands are hurt or sore or when I stroke the face of my children and husband I think of grandma. I know she has been stroked and caressed and held by the hands of God.I, too, want to touch the face of God and feel His hands upon my face.When you receive this, say a prayer for the person who sent it to you, and watch God's answer to prayer work in your life. Let's continue praying for one another.Passing this on to anyone you consider a friend will bless you both.Passing this on to one not yet considered a friend is something Christ would do.-- Author Unknown
I was privileged to take a photo of "Five Generations of Women" shortly before my 93 year-old Grandmother passed away last year. The photo, shown below, features the hands of my Grandmother, Mom, Sister, Niece and Great-Niece. While I can't take credit for the idea, I was so happy to have had the suggestion & capture this moment. It inspired a friend of mine to do something similar, which turned out so beautiful it became a special keepsake, prior to her father's passing."GRANDMA'S HANDS?A must read through to the end please!!!!!!!!!!!!!Grandma, some ninety plus years, sat feebly on the patio bench. She didn't move, just sat with her head down staring at her hands.When I sat down beside her she didn't acknowledge my presence and the longer I sat I wondered if she was OK Finally, not really wanting to disturb her but wanting to check on her at the same time, I asked her if she was OK. She raised her head and looked at me and smiled.. "Yes, I'm fine, thank you for asking," she said in a clear voice strong."I didn't mean to disturb you, grandma, but you were just sitting here staring at your hands and I wanted to make sure you were OK," I explained to her."Have you ever looked at your hands," she asked. "I mean really looked at your hands?"?I slowly opened my hands and stared down at them. I turned them over, palms up and then palms down. No, I guess I had never really looked at my hands as I tried to figure out the point she was making.Grandma smiled and related this story:"Stop and think for a moment about the hands you have, how they have served you well throughout your years. These hands, though wrinkled shriveled and weak have been the tools I have used all my life to reach out and grab and embrace life."They braced and caught my fall when as a toddler I crashed upon the floor.They put food in my mouth and clothes on my back. As a child, my mother taught me to fold them in prayer. They tied my shoes and pulled on my boots. They held my husband and wiped my tears when he went off to war."They have been dirty, scraped and raw , swollen and bent. They were uneasy and clumsy when I tried to hold my newborn son. Decorated with my wedding band they showed the world that I was married and loved someone special.They wrote my letters to him and trembled and shook when I buried my parents and spouse."They have held my children and grandchildren, consoled neighbors, and shook in fists of anger when I didn't understand.They have covered my face, combed my hair, and washed and cleansed the rest of my body. They have been sticky and wet, bent and broken, dried and raw. And to this day when not much of anything else of me works real well these hands hold me up, lay me down, and again continue to fold in prayer."These hands are the mark of where I've been and the ruggedness of life.But more importantly it will be these hands that God will reach out and take when he leads me home. And with my hands He will lift me to His side and there I will use these hands to touch the face of Christ."I will never look at my hands the same again. But I remember God reached out and took my grandma's hands and led her home.When my hands are hurt or sore or when I stroke the face of my children and husband I think of grandma. I know she has been stroked and caressed and held by the hands of God.I, too, want to touch the face of God and feel His hands upon my face.When you receive this, say a prayer for the person who sent it to you, and watch God's answer to prayer work in your life. Let's continue praying for one another.Passing this on to anyone you consider a friend will bless you both.Passing this on to one not yet considered a friend is something Christ would do.-- Author Unknown
This Crazy Thing Called Life
Wow, it's been way to long since I've written. Guess life's been pretty busy. I've been keeping busy working at Target, supervising the front end. Randy's busy working at Carlise Syntec making roofing tiles. Yay for Randy ha ha. Naw, we're doing pretty good, living in Tooele with Randy's parents to save some money. Trying to decide which path to take next.
I can't believe that Christmas is almost here! I've been preparing for it since before Halloween, (I'm a Christmas nut) but I still feel unprepared. We're spending Christmas Eve and Morning at my mom's, and there will be 12 of us (at least) in the house. Mom has invited Emily's birth mother and her kids to join us in our celebration. Though I don't mind their visit, Jaime is a little upset about the "intruders". Isn't Christmas about spending time with friends, family and helping those less fortunate? I fell very blessed to be able to help someone this holiday season.
Life is a crazy ride! Sometimes all I can do is hold on tight and not to look down.
I can't believe that Christmas is almost here! I've been preparing for it since before Halloween, (I'm a Christmas nut) but I still feel unprepared. We're spending Christmas Eve and Morning at my mom's, and there will be 12 of us (at least) in the house. Mom has invited Emily's birth mother and her kids to join us in our celebration. Though I don't mind their visit, Jaime is a little upset about the "intruders". Isn't Christmas about spending time with friends, family and helping those less fortunate? I fell very blessed to be able to help someone this holiday season.
Life is a crazy ride! Sometimes all I can do is hold on tight and not to look down.
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
Happy Birthday to Me!
Yeah, that's pretty much it. Ha ha. Happy Birthday to me. :D (And Michelle Miner, and LesLee's mom.)
Monday, October 13, 2008
Job Search
Yea! Randy's going in for orientation today! He got a job at Carlisle Syntec. I think they make shingles or something. Not quite sure. He also has an interview for somewhere else. Something with trucks, I think. It will be nice to have money coming in again. Got kinda scary trying to pay bills, watching our account drain. Still waiting to hear back on my applications. Hopefully they'll get back to me this week.
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
What's Happened To The World?
This one needed to be posted!
The following was written by Ben Stein and recited by him on CBS Sunday Morning Commentary.
My confession:I am a Jew, and every single one of my ancestors was Jewish. And it does not bother me even a little bit when people call those beautiful lit up, bejeweled trees, Christmas trees.. I don't feel threatened. I don't feel discriminated against. That's what they are: Christmas trees.
It doesn't bother me a bit when people say, 'Merry Christmas' to me. I don't think they are slighting me or getting ready to put me in a ghetto. In fact, I kind of like it It shows that we are all brothers and sisters celebrating this happy time of year. It doesn't bother me at all that there is a manger scene on display at a key intersection near my beach house in Malibu . If people want a crèche, it's just as fine with me as is the Menorah a few hundred yards away.
I don't like getting pushed around for being a Jew, and I don't think Christians like getting pushed around for being Christians. I think people who believe in God are sick and tired of getting pushed around, period. I have no idea where the concept came from that America is an explicitly atheist country. I can't find it in the Constitution and I don't like it being shoved down my throat.
Or maybe I can put it another way: where did the idea come from that we should worship celebrities and we aren't allowed to worship God as we understand Him? I guess that's a sign that I'm getting old, too. But there are a lot of us who are wondering where these celebrities came from and where the America we knew went to. In light of the many jokes we send to one another for a laugh, this is a little different: This is not intended to be a joke; it's not funny, it's intended to get you thinking.
Billy Graham's daughter was interviewed on the Early Show and Jane Clayson asked her 'How could God let something like this happen?' (regarding Katrina) Anne Graham gave an extremely profound and insightful response. She said, 'I believe God is deeply saddened by this, just as we are, but for years we've been telling God to get out of our schools, to get out of our government and to get out of our lives. And being the gentleman He is, I believe He has calmly backed out. How can we expect God to give us His blessing and His protection if we demand He leave us alone?'
In light of recent events... terrorists attack, school shootings, etc. I think it started when Madeleine Murray O'Hare (she was murdered, her body found a few years ago) complained she didn't want prayer in our schools, and we said OK. Then someone said you better not read the Bible in school. The Bible says thou shalt not kill, thou shalt not steal, and love your neighbor as yourself. And we said OK.
Then Dr. Benjamin Spock said we shouldn't spank our children when they misbehave because their little personalities would be warped and we might damage their self-esteem (Dr Spock's son committed suicide). We said an expert should know what he's talking about. And we said OK.
Now we're asking ourselves why our children have no conscience, why they don't know right from wrong, and why it doesn't bother them to kill strangers, their classmates, and themselves. Probably, if we think about it long and hard enough, we can figure it out. I think it has a great deal to do with 'WE REAP WHAT WE SOW.'
Funny how simple it is for people to trash God and then wonder why the world's going to hell Funny how we believe what the newspapers say, but question what the Bible says. Funny how you can send 'jokes' through e-mail and they spread like wildfire but when you start sending messages regarding the Lord, people think twice about sharing. Funny how lewd, crude, vulgar and obscene articles pass freely through cyberspace, but public discussion of God is suppressed in the school and workplace.
Are you laughing yet?
Funny how when you forward this message, you will not send it to many on your address list because you're not sure what they believe, or what they will think of you for sending it.Funny how we can be more worried about what other people think of us than what God thinks of us. Pass it on if you think it has merit. If not then just discard it... no one will know you did. But, if you discard this thought process, don't sit back and complain about what bad shape the world is in.
My Best Regards, Honestly and respectfully,
Ben Stein
The following was written by Ben Stein and recited by him on CBS Sunday Morning Commentary.
My confession:I am a Jew, and every single one of my ancestors was Jewish. And it does not bother me even a little bit when people call those beautiful lit up, bejeweled trees, Christmas trees.. I don't feel threatened. I don't feel discriminated against. That's what they are: Christmas trees.
It doesn't bother me a bit when people say, 'Merry Christmas' to me. I don't think they are slighting me or getting ready to put me in a ghetto. In fact, I kind of like it It shows that we are all brothers and sisters celebrating this happy time of year. It doesn't bother me at all that there is a manger scene on display at a key intersection near my beach house in Malibu . If people want a crèche, it's just as fine with me as is the Menorah a few hundred yards away.
I don't like getting pushed around for being a Jew, and I don't think Christians like getting pushed around for being Christians. I think people who believe in God are sick and tired of getting pushed around, period. I have no idea where the concept came from that America is an explicitly atheist country. I can't find it in the Constitution and I don't like it being shoved down my throat.
Or maybe I can put it another way: where did the idea come from that we should worship celebrities and we aren't allowed to worship God as we understand Him? I guess that's a sign that I'm getting old, too. But there are a lot of us who are wondering where these celebrities came from and where the America we knew went to. In light of the many jokes we send to one another for a laugh, this is a little different: This is not intended to be a joke; it's not funny, it's intended to get you thinking.
Billy Graham's daughter was interviewed on the Early Show and Jane Clayson asked her 'How could God let something like this happen?' (regarding Katrina) Anne Graham gave an extremely profound and insightful response. She said, 'I believe God is deeply saddened by this, just as we are, but for years we've been telling God to get out of our schools, to get out of our government and to get out of our lives. And being the gentleman He is, I believe He has calmly backed out. How can we expect God to give us His blessing and His protection if we demand He leave us alone?'
In light of recent events... terrorists attack, school shootings, etc. I think it started when Madeleine Murray O'Hare (she was murdered, her body found a few years ago) complained she didn't want prayer in our schools, and we said OK. Then someone said you better not read the Bible in school. The Bible says thou shalt not kill, thou shalt not steal, and love your neighbor as yourself. And we said OK.
Then Dr. Benjamin Spock said we shouldn't spank our children when they misbehave because their little personalities would be warped and we might damage their self-esteem (Dr Spock's son committed suicide). We said an expert should know what he's talking about. And we said OK.
Now we're asking ourselves why our children have no conscience, why they don't know right from wrong, and why it doesn't bother them to kill strangers, their classmates, and themselves. Probably, if we think about it long and hard enough, we can figure it out. I think it has a great deal to do with 'WE REAP WHAT WE SOW.'
Funny how simple it is for people to trash God and then wonder why the world's going to hell Funny how we believe what the newspapers say, but question what the Bible says. Funny how you can send 'jokes' through e-mail and they spread like wildfire but when you start sending messages regarding the Lord, people think twice about sharing. Funny how lewd, crude, vulgar and obscene articles pass freely through cyberspace, but public discussion of God is suppressed in the school and workplace.
Are you laughing yet?
Funny how when you forward this message, you will not send it to many on your address list because you're not sure what they believe, or what they will think of you for sending it.Funny how we can be more worried about what other people think of us than what God thinks of us. Pass it on if you think it has merit. If not then just discard it... no one will know you did. But, if you discard this thought process, don't sit back and complain about what bad shape the world is in.
My Best Regards, Honestly and respectfully,
Ben Stein
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