Wednesday, April 6, 2011

Pennant Wreath

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I wanted something cheery to put on my door for spring.  This is what I came up with.  Wanna make one?
You will need:
  • foam wreath
  • burlap
  • fabric scraps
  • ric rac
  • ribbon
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Take your boring ole’ foam wreath and cover it in strips of burlap (or whatever fabric you want really).  I wanted something that would add lots of texture but keep things simple enough that the pennants would still be the star of the show. 
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I secured each strip of burlap with a pin.  You could glue it too, I suppose, but I pinned mine because it was fastest/easiest. 
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Break out your scrap fabric stash. 
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Cut your pennants.
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Stitch your pennants together with ric rac. 
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Pin them to the wreath.  Again, you could glue them, but this way you can change them out if you like. 
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You’re done! 
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Tuesday, April 5, 2011

Stumped

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This little project has been in the works for a few days now, and I am SOOO pleased with how it turned out!  I know it sounds really nerdy, but I was just in the mood to sculpt something. 
I have always loved sculpting things.  When I was little I was addicted to Play-Dough.  It’s true.  On my first day of kindergarten, I still remember that there was Play-Dough on each students desk right next to their name tag.  We got to spend the first few minutes of class playing quietly with it at our desk.  On the second day, I was distraught to discover that the Play-Dough wasn’t set out like it had been the day before, so I asked my teacher where it was.  I was devastated when she told me that we wouldn’t be playing with Play-Dough again anytime soon.  I had hoped that school was where you went to play with Play-Dough everyday! 
I got older and graduated to modeling clay.  My dad still has a few little doggy sculptures that I made for him when I was eight years old.  They sit proudly on his bookshelf at work. 
I took a sculpting class in college with my roommate.  I discovered that I really wasn’t as good at sculpting as I thought I was.  Especially when it comes to subtractive sculpting (objects created by removing excess material to reveal a form within, for example: ice sculpture).  Wow, I have SUCH an appreciation for artists who can do that.  But, I still like working with my hands, and playing with clay, just for fun. 
So, like I was saying, I was in the mood to sculpt something so I made a little family of fat owls. 
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And then the fat owls needed a home, so I sculpted them a cute little stump to live in, and a few mushrooms to sit on.  Spencer reminded me that an owl’s natural habitat is in fact, high above in the trees, not low to the ground in stumps.  I reminded him that stumps are very cute and that this stump has central air and heating and hardwood floors, so of course my fat owls would rather live there than up in some boring ole’ tree.
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Shoot, I would live in a stump as cute as this one.
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Especially if I could have cute fat owls such as these for roommates.

Monday, April 4, 2011

Stronger

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I enjoyed spending much of the weekend, sitting on the couch with my husband and my puppy and watching General Conference.  If you are not a member of the LDS church, then I should pause and explain that General Conference is a semi-annual event, where Latter Day Saints gather to listen to instruction from inspired church leaders.  
I always take time before conference to create a list of questions that I am seeking answers to.  I have found that as I seek revelation, the answers often come through the voices of church leaders. 
Of course much has been on my mind as far as Heavenly Father’s plan for our family as it relates to someday having children.  Spencer and I have spent a great deal of time on our knees seeking help, comfort, inspiration, direction, and guidance in this matter.
I am grateful for the insights and answers that came to my mind as I listened to the words of our Prophet, President S. Monson, and other beloved leaders of the church.
One talk that touched me particularly was by Elder Paul V. Johnson.  He told a story about a little boy who had been diagnosed with cancer at just nine years of age.  The boy’s doctor told the boy and his family it was common for cancer patients to ask, “Will I be the same after this is all over?”  The doctors answer was powerful, “No, you won’t be the same, you will be so much stronger.  You will be awesome.” 
I thought of our situation.  Infertility has changed us forever.  We are not the people we would have been if we could have had children right away.  We are stronger.  We have learned so much.  And even though it has been painful, we wouldn’t trade our experiences for anything.  We aren’t the same people we were, but it’s a good thing.   
I write letters to our future baby.  I post them on our adoption blog, because I want to share them with our birthmom.  I want her to see how much I love our baby already.  It has been a very healing experience.  I wanted to share one of the letters I wrote last October with you.  (Oh, and I should probably explain that I write to Baby Lydia, not because we are sure we will have a girl, but because I wanted to write to a person by name… not just “baby.”  It makes my baby feel closer to me.  Anyways…)
Dear Lydia,
Yesterday we had an interesting experience. I had been asked to teach a lesson on floral arranging. I was ecstatic to do so, and looked up a few places online where I could purchase wholesale flowers. I didn’t have time to get to the store until after I had picked up your daddy from work. I asked him if he would like to go with me to pick out flowers. He agreed, so we typed the address of the store into GPS and were on our way.
Interestingly, the store was located on Lydia Street. It was a place we had never been to before. We didn’t know how to get there on our own. But we were confident that with GPS we could find our way. We navigated our way to Lydia Street without any problems, but we were astonished to find that there wasn’t anything at the address we had specified. No flower store. No store of any kind. Just an empty field and a vacant parking lot. We were baffled. I am certain we had the correct address. We had expected to find the store exactly where we were told it would be, but we didn’t.
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On our way home, I reflected on how this situation so closely resembled our literal search for Lydia. Your daddy and I have always known what our ultimate destination would be… parenthood. We have the address. Though we weren’t entirely sure how to get there, we were certain we would and we thought that we would get there quickly. Imagine our surprise when a year and a half later we had arrived only at an empty field.
The analogy is not entirely negative, however. We decided on a new location and were delighted to discover hundreds and hundreds of beautiful flowers when we arrived. We didn’t expect to have to try a new location when we set out on our journey. We didn’t expect the trip to take quite so long or the flowers to be a bit more expensive. But the flowers were just as beautiful as any would find should we search the whole world over.
Our little journey to the flower shop is not just a parable for infertility, but for life in general. Rarely does everything go according to plan. We do our best, but I have found that life does not hold our expectations in high regard. Though it seems that our original plan would have been the preferable one, I am consistently amazed how Heavenly Father’s plan for me is far better than the plan I had for myself. Life’s little detours, though sometimes painful, have always led me to higher ground. It is so much easier to see the big picture from higher up. From up high, we can see how what seemed like winding trails lined with burrs and thistles, were really the most direct path to our ultimate destination. We realize that our muscles are toughened from the vigorous climb, and our hearts strengthened in endurance. Most of all, I do not believe we could appreciate the beauty of the view should we not have struggled to arrive there. I am certain that the things we prize most are the ones we worked hardest for.
So Lydia, I pray you will remember these things when life brings you trials. I pray that you will strive to keep an eternal perspective and continue to look for flowers, even if you have to look harder and longer than those around you. The flowers are there, and I know that you will one day find them. I love you.
Love,
Mom
And on that note, there is an awesome article in the Ensign on Infertility and faith.  You can read it here
Hang in there fellow infertiles!  Together, we’ll get through this! 

Saturday, March 26, 2011

How To Take Silhouette Shots

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We live in a somewhat brown little town in Texas.  I love where we live, but sometimes the scenery around me isn’t very inspiring.  It isn’t the most photogenic place.  But, we do have GORGEOUS sunsets, so I find myself taking lots of pictures of the sky.  Hence, my love for silhouette photography. 
Taking silhouette photos is really pretty easy actually.  You really only need three things: a well lit background, a subject, and a camera.  You don’t even have to have an expensive camera, pretty much any camera will take these kinds of pictures. 
First step: turn your flash off. 
Second step: frame your shot.  This means making sure your subject is as back-lit as possible by placing them directly in front of a bright light source (the best time for these photos is sunrise or sunset). 
Third step: focus your camera on the brightest light source in the shot (but don’t blind yourself looking at the sun through your lens okay?).  Then, shift your camera slightly so that the subject is framed in the shot just how you want it.  Point and shoot camera’s usually have an auto-focus which allows you to focus your shot by holding the shutter-button half down.
Fourth step: take the picture. 
It might take a bit of practice.  If your subject isn’t dark enough in the photo, no worries!  You can always adjust the exposure later while editing. 


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Silhouettes are some of my favorite pictures to edit because the simplicity of the subject allows you to play with all kinds of fun backgrounds without distracting too much from the focus of the shot.

 
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Something to keep in mind: silhouettes obviously don’t pick up on the detail that normal shots do, so you want to make sure that your subject is recognizable.  For example, a silhouette of boy hugging a tree might just look like a shapeless blob.  Just thought I’d throw that out there for all you folks who like to take pictures of people hugging trees.  I know it sounds simple, but sometimes poses that really work for a regular shot, will not work as silhouettes. 
That being said, there are lots of poses that work especially well for silhouette shots.  I like photos that capture movement and energy.  These kind of shots are especially dramatic when you can only see the outline of your subject. 
In an attempt to get a more interesting shot, I told Spencer to do something dramatic with his arms.  This is what he came up with:


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See?  The YMCA is INFINTELY more dramatic when captured in silhouette form right? 
Happy snapping!

Tuesday, March 22, 2011

Love Story

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Lately, I have been really into reading love stories.  I’ve been doing lots of babysitting and needed something to do during naptime.  I recently re-read Icing on the Cake my favorite chick lit book of all time.  I’ve read it a hundred times.  You haven’t read it?  Go.  Read it NOW.  It is funny and cute.  Plus, Elodia Strain (the author) is super nice.  The sequel Previously Engaged is awesome too.
Then, my friend posted the new Jane Eyre movie trailer on her blog, and after watching it I had to go back and read the book again.  I think the last time I read it was freshman year of high school.  The problem is, I’m almost finished and am on the hunt for another romance novel.  Anything delightfully sappy will do.  Suggestions?

Monday, March 21, 2011

Therapy

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Yesterday we went exploring.  We got in the car and drove until we felt like stopping.  I brought my camera along. 
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We ended up at the lake.  I sat on the dock, closed my eyes, and listened to the waves.  The wind was blowing and the air was cool and I could imagine that I was at the beach. 
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It had been weeks since I had picked up my camera; I didn’t really take any pictures during my creative slump.  I had forgotten how much I missed it! 
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One of my favorite things about photography is that it makes me really pause and look at the beauty around me. I notice things I might not have noticed.  And then I can look at that beautiful flower or sunset or face that made me so happy again and again. 
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The world is really such a lovely place. 

Thursday, March 17, 2011

Hello HELLO Hello HELLO

Has it really been almost a month?  I would say I’m surprised that I haven’t posted in so long, but I’m not really.  I mean, this is me we’re talking about.  The most inconsistent blogger in the universe.
I could feed you some lame excuse as to my absence.  Like, my dog ate my laptop.   
But the truth is, I haven’t been in the mood to write lately.  Or scrapbook.  Or take pictures.  I have been completely uninspired.  I don’t usually go more than a day or two without making something or other, so this was kind of unusual.  Lots has been going on, but I can’t really talk about it.  Not in an “I’m trying to pique your interest and appear mysterious” kind of way.  Just stuff with jobs and stuff with adoption and stuff with life.  I’m sure you all know how that goes.
On Saturday, I FINALLY burst out of my creative slump and made something. 
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Our friend’s little girl had her first birthday.  So, I made a little dress to give as a gift.  It felt so good to be sitting at my sewing machine again.  As I  worked, I couldn’t help but wonder how long I would have to wait to make little clothes for our baby.  Surprisingly, the thought didn’t make me sad like I thought it would.  Now THAT, my friends, is progress. 

Tuesday, February 22, 2011

Just Checking In

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Another day, another page.  Be back soon. 

Monday, February 21, 2011

Dum Dee Dum

I haven’t been the best blogger lately.  I just haven’t had much to say.  Sometimes, I go through phases where I write down everything I am thinking and going through and have lots to share.  Other times, I am feeling more private.  Though I’m not in a chatty mood, I did want to share a few layouts I have created recently.  Here’s one of my favorites to start us off. 
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Monday, February 14, 2011

I Feel It In My Fingers

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I took the above photos a long time ago for my friend, Erin.  The concept was totally her idea, and she was the lovely hand model.  I loved her idea so much I asked her if she wouldn’t mind if I made one myself one day.  Hasn’t happened yet, but here are the photos I took for her.  I thought today was an appropriate day to share.  

Happy Valentines Day! 

Monday, February 7, 2011

Life is Hard and Then You Die

That is one of my dad’s favorite expressions.  He is not a negative person, I promise.  Mostly, he just used to tell us this when we would whine about having to do things were were supposed to do, like help clean up the kitchen. 
I don’t know why, but Sundays are the hardest day of the week.  For some reason they are really discouraging. 
Yesterday I was crying for no good reason and Spencer asked me what was wrong.  For some reason I have a hard time saying what is really bothering me so Spencer has to coax it out of me.
The thing is, I didn’t know exactly what was bothering me.  It was a lot of things.  I have been stressed over job hunting.  I am anxious to move forward in life.  I am worried about finances.  I am frustrated that my fibromyalgia has really flared up lately, and I haven’t felt well.  I am annoyed that even though I try to manage my stress in healthy ways, my body is really reacting to the strain it’s under.  I am tired because I can’t sleep.  I am emotional because the clomid is messing with my system and my hormones are really out of whack. 
Eventually, I burst out yelling, “I AM JUST SO SICK OF THINGS NEVER WORKING OUT FOR US!!!  I DON’T THINK THINGS ARE EVER GOING TO WORK OUT!!!” I probably looked like a two year old.  I even pounded my fist on the bed while my face was buried in my pillow.
Spencer didn’t tell me to grow up (that’s what I would have told me, I think).  Instead, he calmly suggested, “You don’t really think that, you know things will get better.”
“Yeah,” I agreed.  Then after a long pause, “After we die…maybe.”  Then I laughed because my extreme pessimism was so ridiculous.  Spencer laughed too because suddenly the situation seemed a little funnier. 
A good nights sleep and a fresh day can do wonders for a bad attitude.  I’m a little embarrassed by yesterdays tantrum.  Today I feel much better and have spent a little bit of time this morning happily typing away at my laptop.
There is a most lovely blog that makes me want to get out my camera and play:

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I am just so in love with everything she does.  Her work is too dang beautiful.  :: sigh:: Go take a look!  And I am now on the hunt for a yellow and white striped umbrella. 

Wednesday, February 2, 2011

Not Much of Anything

More ttv (through the veiwfinder) effects.  
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I got an e-mail asking how to edit a photo using ttv effects.  There are TONS of ttv frames online that you can use for free.  Just ask your ole’ buddy google.  Flickr has an AWESOME selection, by the way.  Once I selected a frame, I just layered it with the photo of my choice.  It’s really that easy.   
Yesterday we got snow for the first time since we’ve lived here.  Surprisingly, I have NOT taken pictures of it yet.  I ventured out for only a moment yesterday (to try and coax Lizzy to go potty outside- she does NOT like the snow bless her heart) but it was too cold to linger.  We spent our day snug and warm inside.  I had the most pleasant evening.  I watched The Importance of Being Earnest (I almost called it The Trouble With Being Earnest.  That makes me feel like my mom.  Hee hee.)  while scrapbooking!  I haven’t scrapbooked in ages.  It was delightful. 

Paper Sculpting

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I’ve made these roses for scrapbook pages before, but I thought it would be fun to use them on jewelry.  Because heavens knows I DON’T have enough rose jewelry. 

Okay, so maybe I have enough frilly jewelry to accessorize an army.  It still doesn’t stop me from making even more frilly jewelry.  But come on, this one’s made out of PAPER.  That’s pretty cool, right?  Am I just obsessed? 
Don’t answer that. 
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I’m thinking of doing another giveaway.  I need input.  What should I giveaway?  I mean from past projects that I have done, is there anything I have made, that you liked so much, that you thought in your heart, “I WANT that!”  The sky’s the limit people.  Except for quilts.  WAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYY to much work for me.  Anywho, I’d love your ideas! 

Saturday, January 29, 2011

A Manly Point of View

I have wanted to write about how infertility and adoption affect each spouse differently. The endless poking and prodding, mounting medical bills, frustrations in waiting, and invasion into your love life can take a toll on any marriage. Couples who struggle with infertility have a choice to make. They can either blame each other for their problems, or they can face the challenge head on, hand in hand. Infertility can either drive a couple apart, or it can strengthen their marriage in a way they never thought possible. Spencer is always good to remind me that I am not infertile, “WE are infertile.” It is his struggle just as much as it mine, and together we are going to get through it!
With that in mind, I asked Spencer some questions about how infertility affects the husband differently from the wife. With his permission, I share some of his responses here.
Whitney: Thank you so much for agreeing to share a husband’s perspective on infertility, you hunk of burning love.
Spencer: My pleasure, darling one. But I can’t speak for ALL husbands out there, this is just MY point of view.
W: Of course, of course. Good point. Something I have noticed through this experience, is that I am very vocal about our situation. I talk, I write, I cry, and I am always updating you on how I feel about our situation currently. My methods of coping are to vocalize my thoughts and feelings. Please, why don’t you tell us about your methods of coping?
S: Well, I have a hard time vocalizing my feelings sometimes because I am so shy and reserved. {Whitney here, just have to interrupt and let you know that this is Spencer being sarcastic. He is anything BUT shy and reserved. This man will yell my name out at the top of his lungs if we get separated in the grocery store. This man will laugh and joke with any waiter or cashier as if he has known them for years. This man will wear a penguin emblazoned onesie to a Halloween party. You get the idea, moving right along…} I guess my method of coping is just pushing forward with life. Not in a calloused way. I DO feel the loss. However, I have a special responsibility to provide for my family. I have felt sadness also, but then the time comes for me to buck up and go to work. Keep in mind that a man’s role from husband to father might not change as much as women’s role from wife to mother. A man will still go to work to support his family. In our family, Whitney will stay home to take care of the children when they come. Emotionally, the transition to parenthood will be significant for both of us, but my lifestyle will not be altered as much as Whitney’s will.
W: I should say that it was important for me, to realize the different ways that Spencer and I have coped with our situation. At first, I was worried that Spencer wasn’t as affected by this loss as I was. It took me a while to learn that Spencer did need to talk about how he was feeling, just not as often as I did/do.
S: I think that’s partially because women are often deeper than men, emotionally and spiritually.  Whitney has more to say on the subject because a woman’s feelings are more complex.  And because a woman is more in tune with her emotions than a man (as a general rule), she may be able to better articulate how she is feeling. 
W:  I will also say that even though Spencer may not need to talk about the issue as much, he is ALWAYS been a good listener. There have been many times when he has given me his undivided attention whether I needed to vent my feelings or cry in his lap. Spencer, why don’t you tell us how you feel about the adoption process?
S: Well, I am excited to find our baby through adoption. I must admit, however, that it took me longer to get there than Whitney. I have had a harder time letting go of the idea of children that look like us. I wanted little Whitneys and Spencers, but mostly little Whitneys. Eventually, I came to feel, as Whitney does, that it doesn’t matter how our baby comes to us. I know that however he or she comes, they are meant to be ours. It just took me longer to realize that.
W: Like Spencer said, I was the one to kind of… present adoption as an idea. I would love to have children of our own. But my goal is not to get pregnant, my goal is to be a mom. We didn’t proceed with the process until (after much fasting, prayer, and temple attendance) we were both equally on board with the idea. Perhaps I wanted to move in this direction first because as mentioned earlier, I am the one who is not able to entirely fulfill their role as nurturer. Thus far, I have been able to devote more time than Spencer has to the adoption process. He often works twelve hour days, I am currently working part time. We are both working hard, in different ways to build our family. Nevertheless, I have wanted reassurance from Spencer that he is okay with me proceeding “full speed ahead.”
S: I TOTALLY am. Whitney has had more time to devote to some parts of the adoption process (for example, creating our adoption blog). This is probably often the case. I mean, if you look at the adoption blogs out there probably MOST of them were created by women. The woman perhaps takes a more active role in the seeking part of the adoption process. I also like to be involved with what is going on; but a large part of my contribution is working.
W: And he does a great job of being involved. He writes letters to our baby too. He has helped spread the word too. He has researched too. He works so hard for our family. Dealing with infertility and adoption, like all things in a marriage, take team work. We’re doing different things, but all for the common good of our family.  What has been most useful to us is to communicate about how we handle things differently.  Because we have been able to do this, we are not offended by each others different methods of coping.  We also know the best ways to offer comfort, because we talk about what the other person needs. 
For another AWESOME look at infertility from a man’s perspective go here.  Another fabulous blog, by the way.  Please take a peek. 

Wednesday, January 26, 2011

I Needed A Change

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Heavens knows I’ll probably change it again soon.  That is what I do.  I am a tweaker.  I am constantly rearranging things, especially in my house.  The problem is, I can never commit to one style or way of doing things.
Does anyone else ever feel this way?  Like they like such a variety of styles and colors that they have a hard time committing to one particular scheme?  If I am able to finally make up my mind, I find I want a change a little while later.  Sheesh.  I don’t know what to do with me.  
I have been playing with ttv effects lately, and I am HOOKED I tell you HOOKED.  Any picture I take looks infinitely more awesome ttv.  Even boring ole’ ordinary ones. I'll have to share more later. 
Well, laundry calls. 

Tuesday, January 25, 2011

From Blah to Voilà

You really can’t have too many white shirts, but this one mostly sat in the back of my closet because it was kind of boring, even for a white shirt.  I think I’ve had it for years.  Anyways, I took this poor little forgotten, neglected, lonely little shirt and gave it…
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… ruffles.  Lots and lots of ruffles. 
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(please pardon the close up of my bosom.  I should have taken a close up of the ruffles on the hanger, not on me… you don’t think I’m a perv, do you ?) 
And now I wear it all the time. 
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The end. 

Monday, January 24, 2011

Places to Visit

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Desperately, helplessly, longingly, I cried:
Quietly, patiently, lovingly God replied.
I pled and I wept for a clue to my fate,
And the Master so gently said, 'Child, you must wait'.
'Wait? You say, wait! ' my indignant reply.
'Lord, I need answers, I need to know why!
Is your hand shortened? Or have you not heard?
By Faith, I have asked, and am claiming your Word.
My future and all to which I can relate
hangs in the balance, and YOU tell me to WAIT?
I'm needing a 'yes', a go-ahead sign,
or even a 'no' to which I can resign.
And Lord, You promised that if we believe
we need but to ask, and we shall receive.
And Lord, I've been asking, and this is my cry:
I'm weary of asking! I need a reply!
Then quietly, softly, I learned of my fate
As my Master replied once again, 'You must wait.'
So, I slumped in my chair, defeated and taut
and grumbled to God, 'So, I'm waiting.... for what?'
He seemed, then, to kneel, and His eyes wept with mine,
And he tenderly said, 'I could give you a sign.
I could shake the heavens, and darken the sun.
I could raise the dead, and cause mountains to run.
All you seek, I could give, and pleased you would be.
You would have what you want But, you wouldn't know Me.
You'd not know the depth of My love for each saint;
You'd not know the power that I give to the faint;
You'd not learn to see through the clouds of despair;
You'd not learn to trust just by knowing I'm there;
You'd not know the joy of resting in Me
When darkness and silence were all you could see.
You'd never experience that fullness of love
As the peace of My Spirit descends like a dove;
You'd know that I give and I save.... (for a start),
But you'd not know the depth of the beat of My heart.
The glow of My comfort late into the night,
The faith that I give when you walk without sight,
The depth that's beyond getting just what you asked
Of an infinite God, who makes what you have LAST.
You'd never know, should your pain quickly flee,
What it means that 'My grace is sufficient for Thee.'
Yes, your dreams for your loved one overnight would come true,
But, Oh, the Loss! If I lost what I'm doing in you!
So, be silent, My Child, and in time you will see
That the greatest of gifts is to get to know Me.
And though oft' may My answers seem terribly late,
My most precious answer of all is still, 'WAIT.
I found this poem here.  I LOVE that girl.  I think I read everything on her blog in one sitting.  I love the grace and hope with which she has handled her situation.  I want to be like that. 
And if you want to read a REALLY good article on infertility go here.  I love Sister Kapp.  It is a comfort to me, that she could never have offered such powerful words of hope and strength had she not gone through those trials.  It’s a beautiful reminder that we can use our struggles to bless the lives of others.    
And if you want to read an article on birthmothers from a prospective adoptive mom (me) go here
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And if you want to go to Europe with me, click here(Just kidding, kind of)
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Saturday, January 22, 2011

Things Aren’t Always What They Seem

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I’m sure by now you know my fascination with book projects.  Here’s my latest one:3
Book becomes jewelry box.  I suppose you could put whatever the heck you want in there.  But I needed a place to keep my really valuable, really authentic, 100% plastic pearl jewelry.    2
I just took an old water-damaged book, and hollowed out the pages with the world’s sharpest knife (which I got for free after listening to a lengthy, live, infomercial-like presentation at Sam’s).  Then, I modge podged the pages together.  I have lots of fun ideas for things to do with all of the pages I hollowed out too.  I’m off to get started. 
Toodleoo… Toodle-ooh… no idea how you spell that.  Why anyone would even want to spell something with “toodle” in it I don’t know. 
Spell check keeps insisting that I’m trying to spell Toledo.  So…
Toledo.

Thursday, January 20, 2011

Consistency

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I’ve noticed a pattern in my journal writing/blogging.  I am consistent for a while and then life catches up with me and then the next thing I know, it’s been some time and I have all kinds of things to catch up on. 

I can’t count the number of journal entries that begin with, “Sorry it’s been so long…”  usually followed by a promise to be better.  No more apologizing and promising for me.  I’m doing the best I can, and my journal will just have to accept that. 

And as far as blogging goes, I share when I have time, and don’t stress if I don’t because it’s all just for fun anyways. 

I have more book projects to share.  But I haven’t had time to take pictures.  That’s okay.  I’ll be back when life slows down a bit. 

Happy Friday-Eve. 

I Don’t Believe You’ve Met

I didn’t want to show pictures of these until AFTER I had given them away as gifts.  Well, they made their way to their new homes long ago, and I completely forgot to show them off here. 
Better late than never?
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I constantly go back and forth on whether or not I should try to sell my creations.  I like making things.  It could be a fun way to earn a little extra money.  But on the other hand, I worry it might just take the fun out of it.  I hate mass producing stuff.   
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I think people might buy them… I even sold the necklace right off my neck one time!  I always get compliments on my handmade accessories.  Then again, I don’t know if I really could make a go of it.  There are so many make-it-and-sell it entrepreneurs out there right now.  I don’t want to have to compete.  That really would take the fun out of it for me.  I just want to make what I love because I love it.  I don’t want to have to compare my product to someone else’s and fight to be seen.  Bleh. 
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I think for now, I’ll just be content making and wearing, and sometimes gifting my trinkets and what-nots.

Saturday, January 15, 2011

Mr. Blake

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It is this little fella’s birthday today.  A QUARTER OF A CENTURY YEARS OLD!
I sure do love him.  On long car rides we like to play this game called “You’re the _____ to my _____.”  It’s really exciting, let me tell you, and it goes something like this:
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You’re the hot to my tamale.
You’re the shop to my aholoic.
You’re the oak to my lahoma.
You’re the stink to my pot.
You’re the green to my grass.
You’re the neck to my tarine.
You’re the corn to my cob.
See, I told you it was a really exciting game.  We could play for hours.  Hee hee.  It’s all true.  He really is the cup to my cake.  Happy Birthday Spencer!  

Wednesday, January 5, 2011

A Post Looks So Naked Without Pictures

Right now I am not happy. 
I am usually a happy person, I promise!  Most days I am cheerful and have a smile on my face.
If I am not happy one of a few things has probably happened:
1. I found out I am not pregnant (usually via that stupid-poopid monthly visitor I love to curse)
2. I found out a friend or family member is pregnant
There are of course other things that can make me unhappy, but I am talking about my infertility happiness.  Much of the time, I am happy in spite of our current situation.  But if situation 1 or 2 arises, I am not a happy infertile that day.  And if 1 and 2 happen on the same day… well… lets just say I wouldn’t want you to witness the blubbering mess I become.  And if we add a situation 3 to the mix (I received a baby magazine in the mail) or a 4 (I saw an ultrasound picture on facebook) it is not a pretty sight.  Often the next day, after I have cried it all out, I can be happy again.
Today, I am dealing with situation 1 and 2.
I am afraid that unfortunately, this blog sometimes sees more of the unhappy side of me than the happy side.  When I am sad, writing helps me sort out my feelings.  I also keep a personal journal, but (as I mentioned in a previous post) I have wanted to share some of my struggles with infertility in hopes that it might help others who are struggling as well.  Because though none of us want to focus on the negative in life, there are not many things more comforting than knowing that someone else understands how you feel. 
These feelings make me feel like such an ugly person.  I don’t like falling apart.  It is embarrassing to lose it once a month.  I hate to admit that someone else’s good news can’t be good news for me too.  It is not that I don’t totally love my pregnant friends and family members!  I do!  I do want them to be happy!  One of my greatest joys is sharing their children.  I love being a part of my nieces and nephews lives.  I wish I lived closer to them and could be a bigger part of their lives.  Our dearest friends have a baby, and I love her more than I can say.  They are so good to let us kiss and cuddle and love her.  The friend who I just learned is pregnant is also very dear to me, and I am really excited for her little family to grow even more. 
In my heart of hearts I am happy for them… just sad for what I am missing.  I tell Spencer all the time, “It’s not that I’m mad at them, they are just so lucky!  I can’t help but feel a little envious.” 
So there you have it.   Infertility makes you feel ugly sometimes.  You feel ugly on the inside for feeling jealous, and you feel ugly on the outside because you can’t make a baby.  You feel unfeminine and broken and somehow less than what you should be.  I may never get to be a cute pregnant girl, and that makes me sad.
Tomorrow is a new day.  I will be happy tomorrow. 

Monday, January 3, 2011

It Was Worth It

There are a few books that I try to read every year.  The ones that teach me something.  One Tattered Angel by Blaine M. Yorgason is one of them.  This is one of my top three favorite books of all time, and that is saying something.  Every time I read it, I am filled with a spirit of gratitude and humility.  Without giving too much away, it is the true story about the family of a baby girl with lots of major health problems.  Here’s a quick excerpt from one of my favorite parts.
 
           “And suddenly I knew, if I could have spoken with my tiny daughter- if I could have talked with her for just five minutes about her seemingly unfair pain and suffering- she would have told me [one thing].  ‘It was worth it!’ she would have said.  ‘It was worth every agonizing moment’.”
 
Life is so hard sometimes.  As I reflect on the challenges I have faced in my short life, I have different feelings towards each struggle.  Some I am grateful for.  Others, I am learning to be grateful for.  But I am certain that the day will come when each of us will look back on our lives and say, “It was worth it!”  Even if we don’t feel that way now, I believe we one day will. 

I have spent a lot of time lately pondering on the challenges of those I love.  It seems like I have many dear friends and beloved family members who are facing very real struggles right now.  Sometimes I just feel like throwing my hands up in the air and shouting, “Why does life have to be so hard!”  I look at my sweet family who has suffered so much this past year and think, “Haven’t they suffered enough? How much longer do we have to trudge on until there’s some kind of relief?” 

I don’t know.  I am not sure how long they will have to wait.  I’m not sure how long I will have to wait.  I do know that everything will be all right in the end.  Even if we all have to wait a really long time.  I know it.