tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-92085435965922164272024-03-13T10:18:37.186-07:00Lobster BitsLindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05827508264373309689noreply@blogger.comBlogger94125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9208543596592216427.post-84038753156804669252011-01-31T11:31:00.002-08:002011-01-31T11:32:36.025-08:00New pictures!<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AfZbkdeWTDA/TUcOTpbzPuI/AAAAAAAAAdU/L4eJ7HpFcis/s1600/new.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568435194969669346" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AfZbkdeWTDA/TUcOTpbzPuI/AAAAAAAAAdU/L4eJ7HpFcis/s200/new.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AfZbkdeWTDA/TUcOTZ7TYyI/AAAAAAAAAdM/CLYd-CjGnnA/s1600/feet.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 134px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568435190806831906" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AfZbkdeWTDA/TUcOTZ7TYyI/AAAAAAAAAdM/CLYd-CjGnnA/s200/feet.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div>the amazing heather with chickypoo photography took new pics of my little beauties.</div><br /><br /><div>here's a couple to satisfy your interest until they are all done being edited :) </div></div>Lindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05827508264373309689noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9208543596592216427.post-6274309639591673642010-07-22T13:28:00.002-07:002010-07-22T13:30:00.327-07:00L-O-V-Ei've always wondered and even asked "how did you know when you were in love" and i always got the same answer "i just knew" it seemed like such a load of crap to me... but now i get it.Lindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05827508264373309689noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9208543596592216427.post-39665218505157202242010-07-21T11:58:00.002-07:002010-07-21T12:03:53.779-07:00i am extremely blessedthe past few weeks have been quite a roller coaster ride. as you know kimber showed up with a mass in her chest a few weeks ago. she had a dr's appt, lab work and xrays a few days after it showed up. her xrays were completely normal. a week after her bump showed up it doubled in size, we order an ultrasound that was completely non-diagnostic, that night the radiology facility wanted to do an mri. she had that done and again it was non-diagmostic, they though she needed a biopsy. well luckily i have some connections thru work and we were able to get another mri a couple days later, that radiologist said kimber had/has a separated rib and worst case scenario some possible infection. the day after her mri her lump started shrinking and has since disappeared. i can only it explain it by saying we prayed it away. i am so grateful that kimber's issue was a non-issue, thank you for your prayers...Lindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05827508264373309689noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9208543596592216427.post-52503529566295974882010-06-29T09:22:00.001-07:002010-06-29T09:22:56.345-07:00please help<span style="font-family:arial;">ok guys-<br />i'm writing to ask for your prayers, healing thoughts, positive energy (whatever you can offer) for kimber. she has been complaining of some rib/chest wall pain for about 5 weeks. we watched it and tried to figure out what was causing it but w/ no recollection of an injury just had her rest when it hurt. well this weekend she was complaining of pain again and told me she felt a bump, she has some sort of bump/mass/growth or something just to the left of her sternum. she has a dr appt tomorrow to have some xrays. i'm totally freaking out. if you all wouldn't mind taking a moment to help her out that would be much appreciated. i'll keep you posted.</span>Lindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05827508264373309689noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9208543596592216427.post-64479563613752063392010-04-29T11:43:00.001-07:002010-04-29T11:44:44.665-07:00mommy moments<span style="font-family:arial;">this is actually my first post of the year... yeah i've been busy</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">so, i saw an advertisement for a contest for mothers day, you were supposed to send in an essay of your favorite mommy moment. it got me thinking and this is what i came up with :)</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br />I am a single mom to 3 amazing little girls ages, 8, 5 and 3. This means I have many moments to choose from. It would be easy to say the first time i lied eyes on each of my children or the first time they said "I love you." It could be the time my oldest daughter, Kimber, told me to "take a long walk off a short pier," or the time i got a letter fom her that said "Dear Mom you are not respekting us. Love Kim," or the time she won an award at school for having great character, or every time she brings home a perfect spelling test with a huge smile on her face. My favorite moment could be the time my 5 year old doubled over with laughter because my "jiggly arm was hilarious" as i was blow drying her hair, or when she wore a skirt and carried a purse during the TBall opening ceremony parade rather then pants and her glove, or when she opted to lay in the grass and pick clovers in her 1st TBall game. Maybe my favorite moment was the time my 3 year old was mad at me because it was time to get out of the bath and she told me, "you aren't pretty and you aren't a princess," or all the times she tells me she loves me and I'm pretty and I'm a princess, or the time she asked her grama if she could "hang out and eat candy with her for 5 days." It is nearly impossible to pick one moment that is my favorite. i guess it would be best said that my favorite mommy moment is from the moment they wake up to the moment they go to sleep and every single moment in between.<br /><br /><br />what's your favorite mommy moment?Lindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05827508264373309689noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9208543596592216427.post-37976153727009385122009-12-29T13:58:00.002-08:002009-12-29T14:04:52.668-08:00that time of year<span style="font-family:courier new;">so it's that time of year when we all sit down and think about how bad we suck. at least that's what i do. i really am not one to make resolutions especially because everytime i do i make the same stupid ones that i don't keep. but here are my resolutions for 2010:</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;">1. i would like to figure out who i am and who i want to be</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;">2. i want to be a better mom and by better i mean, happier, more playful, less tense, calmer, more patient</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;">3. i want to get healthier, in better shape, i don't have a goal weight or size but i would love to be able to look at myself in the mirror and not absolutely HATE what i see</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;">4. which brings me to the last one i want to be healthier emotionally, i want to love myself for who i am and i don't want to feel guilty for loving myself or thinking good things about myself</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;">i may come back and add to this later but what are your resolutions?</span>Lindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05827508264373309689noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9208543596592216427.post-36447909471600500292009-12-28T14:33:00.001-08:002009-12-28T14:33:33.900-08:00fhei need ideas! my girls are 7, 5 and 3.... help!!Lindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05827508264373309689noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9208543596592216427.post-62939336570416789362009-12-21T13:28:00.000-08:002009-12-21T13:29:19.314-08:00i like this<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AfZbkdeWTDA/Sy_ooy3xlGI/AAAAAAAAAcg/115knyAZUvk/s1600-h/llsinners03.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417804664298116194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 155px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AfZbkdeWTDA/Sy_ooy3xlGI/AAAAAAAAAcg/115knyAZUvk/s200/llsinners03.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>Lindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05827508264373309689noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9208543596592216427.post-88026009983370824372009-12-17T15:39:00.002-08:002009-12-17T15:43:59.377-08:00our family pics<a href="http://www.pictage.com/771299">www.pictage.com/771299</a><br /><br /><br />email: <a href="mailto:lindy9882@hotmail.com">lindy9882@hotmail.com</a><br /><br />password: kimber45<br /><br /><br />pls tell me what your favorite group shot is<br /><br /><br />love yaLindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05827508264373309689noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9208543596592216427.post-20174713687845497132009-07-10T10:55:00.002-07:002009-07-10T10:59:50.411-07:00Fat FridaySo i've totally been a slacker... i've been weighing in, but haven't posted. i weighed in today and i am down to 149. i haven't been that low since right around the time i got married. i am super excited.<br />i am also super excited to go to utah in two weeks. i am going to meet andrew, he and i have been talking and been friends since about january. i can't wait.Lindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05827508264373309689noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9208543596592216427.post-89715807121336460272009-06-20T17:31:00.002-07:002009-06-20T17:39:49.049-07:002 yearsso this weekend marks the two year anniversary of when i left josh. i'm not quite where i thought i would be 2 years later, although i don't really know exactly where i thought i'd be. i can tell you that i thought he'd be more involved, i didn't think i'd still be living in the same tiny place i live in, but i don't want to leave my ward. i didn't think i'd be struggling with certain things and doing so well with others. most days i am pretty happy with my little world. most days i'm not too lonely, most days i don't feel sad that i'm not a relationship, and most days i feel like if that never happens i'll be ok. all that being said i don't want to be single and alone for the rest of my life. i loved being a wife, i love the idea of being a wife and hopefully some day, sooner rather than later ;), i get to be that for someone who loves me and will appreciate how much i enjoy taking care of others and being part of a team. i can honestly say i am happiest when i make others happy.<br />with father's day coming up tomorrow my thoughts are drawn to my dad. my dad(who legally is my step-dad) married my mom when he was 21, my mom was 26 and had a 7 year old and me i was almost two. i have felt so much love from him my entire life. he stepped in and made up for my "real" dad being out of the picture. i never felt like his step-daughter, i honestly don't think he's ever even called me that. i hope one day my girls are lucky enough to have a man in their lives like him.<br />just as a quick side note: how do you feel about long distance relationships?Lindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05827508264373309689noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9208543596592216427.post-64828659607185671352009-06-19T09:45:00.001-07:002009-06-19T16:00:29.570-07:00Fat Friday #3well this is going painfully slow, i went to the gym only two times this week, but i still managed to lose another pound woot woo!! How are you doing?Lindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05827508264373309689noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9208543596592216427.post-19852758104077307442009-06-18T13:03:00.003-07:002009-06-18T14:19:02.474-07:00kim's gemskimber, who is 7, says some of the wittiest, funniest, sassy-ist things i have ever heard. i want to record them somewhere. here are a couple from this week.<br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">**tuesday night we were in our yard. i was on the phone and the girls were playin superheroes. kimber, being the oldest, was handing out super hero names. she told ellie her name was super tiny, to which ellie responded, <span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"><em>"SUPO TINEE"</em></span> kimber said " your power is: you turn grass into tiny grass" then maddy said "and i'm flower power" i told my friend on the phone " i think we just started a landscaping company"</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">**</span><span style="font-family:courier new;">this morning, kimber was <span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;">grumpy</span> and <span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"><em>sassy</em></span> and we had been arguing a little bit (i don't want to hear about how i shouldn't be arguing with my 7 year old) so we got in the car and she looks at me and says "mom, why do you put makeup on every day? is it just to make me jealous?"</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span>Lindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05827508264373309689noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9208543596592216427.post-17970713097846316252009-06-13T16:10:00.002-07:002009-06-13T16:26:21.966-07:00i'm pretty sad todayi don't know if anyone has some advice or an opinion on this matter, but i'm really struggling today and i need the help of friends. so today josh came over to do some work for me to pay off some of the child support he owes andi asked him if we could sit down and talk. i let him know that the girls really need him, that they cry for him almost every day, i suggested that we try to work out a way for him to be more involved, i offered to let him come stay at my house and use my car every other weekend and i would go to my mom's, i offered him to take my car one night a week to take them to the park, he's way behind in child support and i never say a word to him about it, that isn't what it is about. my girls need their dad, they need someone to teach them what love from a man looks like, they need him to protect them, they need him to be their dad. i told him all of these things and he told me he doesn't care how i feel, and i reminded him it isn't about how i feel it's about the girls and what they need, because if i got what i wanted he would be an amazing dad but i know he's not gonna do that because that's what history has shown me an dif he can't be a good dad here consistently i would rather he just check out completely. of course that was teh only thing he chose to hear and he told me that if that was what i wanted then that owuld be what i get, he told me not to call him anymore and he wasn't gonna come around, so of course now he gets to say that he's not coming around because of me. i don't know what to do, i am so worried that i won't be able to do and give and teach them everything they need, i can be the best mom in the world but that is no substitute for having a good dad. i can not be a mom and a dad, i don't know what to do, i don't know what to tell them when their dad dosn't come around and they wanna know why... today this feels like more than i can handle...Lindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05827508264373309689noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9208543596592216427.post-60777989937149274422009-06-12T09:20:00.002-07:002009-06-12T09:45:41.758-07:00fat friday<span style="font-family:courier new;">so i suck,</span><span style="font-family:courier new;"> i didn't get to the gym this week,</span> <span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#cc0000;">not <span style="font-size:100%;">even </span><span style="font-size:130%;">one</span><span style="font-size:180%;"> time, </span></span><span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;">i did however go to the zoo last saturday, i have been eating healthier and i cut out soda completely. i have to replace it with enough water, and i've been having light mango smoothies from jamba for breakfast everyday, i feel tons better but unfortunately only lost one pound. i guess this is good, that's the way i've been doing it for the last year, slow and steady and the weight has stayed off, so even though it looks as if i've plateaued, i can at least be grateful for not gaining. how did you do?</span></span>Lindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05827508264373309689noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9208543596592216427.post-30620682799445849202009-06-10T18:24:00.006-07:002009-06-10T18:44:35.535-07:00Poor Maddy<div><div><div><div><div>So we had our first trauma yesterday. As far as traumas go it was pretty minor. i got a call at work at 1:30 yesterday from kathy but ,missed it, theni get a text from my mom saying maddy split her head open and would likely need stitches... well i'm freaking a little at this point 'cause like i said, first trauma, i'm imagining the worst and prepping myself for something horrible, so i left work and went to pick her up. apparently kathy was filling up the pool and had the kids outside with her, they were waiting on the trampoline, maddy said it was wet i'm assuming to keep it cool, they had instructions not to jump, which i'm sure you can guess how well that went, so madds somehow smacked her head on the bar or spring or something...so we went to banner desert ER, we were there like 5 hours, i'll spare you the details but she ended up getting 4 stitches.</div><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AfZbkdeWTDA/SjBgRvoPtBI/AAAAAAAAAb4/gVjhgMYfINw/s1600-h/mdds+pickup.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345878615648089106" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AfZbkdeWTDA/SjBgRvoPtBI/AAAAAAAAAb4/gVjhgMYfINw/s200/mdds+pickup.jpg" border="0" /></a> this was madds when i picked her up <a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AfZbkdeWTDA/SjBgpH9I77I/AAAAAAAAAcA/m5SiGmVu2-A/s1600-h/happy+owie.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345879017315168178" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AfZbkdeWTDA/SjBgpH9I77I/AAAAAAAAAcA/m5SiGmVu2-A/s200/happy+owie.jpg" border="0" /></a>this was madds when we got to the ER<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AfZbkdeWTDA/SjBg1Q8HPcI/AAAAAAAAAcI/ABjMPc7m1_E/s1600-h/sadmads.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345879225885212098" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AfZbkdeWTDA/SjBg1Q8HPcI/AAAAAAAAAcI/ABjMPc7m1_E/s200/sadmads.jpg" border="0" /></a>this was madds right before stitches</div><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AfZbkdeWTDA/SjBhB6KFYWI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/5aMcctaTe84/s1600-h/done.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345879443108094306" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AfZbkdeWTDA/SjBhB6KFYWI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/5aMcctaTe84/s200/done.jpg" border="0" /></a>all done<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AfZbkdeWTDA/SjBhU1EOR9I/AAAAAAAAAcY/FgywuAB4voE/s1600-h/popsiclemadds.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345879768158848978" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AfZbkdeWTDA/SjBhU1EOR9I/AAAAAAAAAcY/FgywuAB4voE/s200/popsiclemadds.jpg" border="0" /></a>at least she got a popsicle</div></div></div></div></div>Lindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05827508264373309689noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9208543596592216427.post-15348509005746281362009-06-05T10:53:00.002-07:002009-06-05T10:57:20.571-07:00fat fridayso, this is going to be kind of self depricating, how fun for everyone. i decided i need to be accountable to someone with this whole weight loss crap. so here is goes. i weighed in this morning and i weigh a disgusting 155 lbs, the grossest part is that i've lost some weight in the past year. so anyway, i'm finally well enough to go back to the gym, i've been three times since saturday and i'm swimming while i'm there to hopefully prevent another injury. i've been using the foam weights for resistance and feel like i'm getting a pretty good total body workout. so i'm going to weigh in on fat fridays and hopefully soon i'll be able to change it to thin thursdays, ha ha. you can join in if you want!Lindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05827508264373309689noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9208543596592216427.post-89385511928634645982009-06-03T14:59:00.004-07:002009-06-03T15:11:34.235-07:00some random pictures<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AfZbkdeWTDA/Sib0EpsT0oI/AAAAAAAAAbo/sszvoKofrts/s1600-h/tucker.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343226368670028418" style="WIDTH: 125px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 125px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AfZbkdeWTDA/Sib0EpsT0oI/AAAAAAAAAbo/sszvoKofrts/s200/tucker.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AfZbkdeWTDA/Sib0ElaNOEI/AAAAAAAAAbg/ZJII-sW63FE/s1600-h/tucker2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343226367520356418" style="WIDTH: 125px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 125px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AfZbkdeWTDA/Sib0ElaNOEI/AAAAAAAAAbg/ZJII-sW63FE/s200/tucker2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /> <span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;">my cutie nephew tucker</span><br /> <a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AfZbkdeWTDA/Sib0E5XPzoI/AAAAAAAAAbw/bTByF3amXgw/s1600-h/kimber.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343226372876652162" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AfZbkdeWTDA/Sib0E5XPzoI/AAAAAAAAAbw/bTByF3amXgw/s200/kimber.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AfZbkdeWTDA/SibydY6YZXI/AAAAAAAAAbI/b5SvCcUeY7Y/s1600-h/madds.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343224594639119730" style="WIDTH: 125px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 125px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AfZbkdeWTDA/SibydY6YZXI/AAAAAAAAAbI/b5SvCcUeY7Y/s200/madds.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AfZbkdeWTDA/SibydHmbTMI/AAAAAAAAAa4/AjcbKvFuIUM/s1600-h/ellie.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343224589992021186" style="WIDTH: 125px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 125px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AfZbkdeWTDA/SibydHmbTMI/AAAAAAAAAa4/AjcbKvFuIUM/s200/ellie.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color:#6600cc;">the girls got cool summer cuts</span><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AfZbkdeWTDA/SibydPuPiwI/AAAAAAAAAbA/T5QFbzyImMQ/s1600-h/goggles.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343224592172288770" style="WIDTH: 125px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 125px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AfZbkdeWTDA/SibydPuPiwI/AAAAAAAAAbA/T5QFbzyImMQ/s200/goggles.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color:#ff6666;">ellie rockin' her goggles at our resort stay-cation</span><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AfZbkdeWTDA/SibydmyK1tI/AAAAAAAAAbY/qVmVT-sOeg0/s1600-h/sunsgamewithsandi.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343224598362773202" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AfZbkdeWTDA/SibydmyK1tI/AAAAAAAAAbY/qVmVT-sOeg0/s200/sunsgamewithsandi.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AfZbkdeWTDA/SibydoDmE1I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/j_rnl4OJxnQ/s1600-h/necklace.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343224598704296786" style="WIDTH: 125px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 125px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AfZbkdeWTDA/SibydoDmE1I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/j_rnl4OJxnQ/s200/necklace.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;">sandi and me at the suns game in april, the awesome necklace kimber gave me for mom's day</span>Lindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05827508264373309689noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9208543596592216427.post-31360852393984547982009-06-03T13:02:00.001-07:002009-06-03T13:03:48.310-07:00lydia<span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">you should totally check </span><a href="http://www.lydiamusic.com/"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;">these guys </span></a><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">out</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">they have beautiful music</span>Lindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05827508264373309689noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9208543596592216427.post-29868425087627991142009-06-01T10:18:00.002-07:002009-06-01T14:01:57.175-07:00The June wordI totally stole this from my aunt heidi, but i had to share it. <br /><br /><br /><br /><br />The June word is <em>STOP</em><br /><br /><br /><em>Stop</em> whining.<br /><em>Stop</em> blaming.<br /><em>Stop</em> denying your gifts.<br /><em>Stop</em> playing it safe.<br /><em>Stop</em> making excuses.<br /><br /><em>Stop </em>doing anything that darkens your dreams.<br /><br /><em>Stop</em> being anything that gets in the way of you being who you are.<br /><br /><em>Stop</em> being with people who zap your spirit.<br /><br /><em>Stop</em> going to places that you dread.<br /><br /><em>Stop</em> being the parent you swore you'd never be.<br /><em>STOP</em> being the woman, man, friend, spouse, artist, boss, partner, co-worker you swore you'd never be.<br /><br />If it hurts - <em>stop</em>.<br /><em>Stop</em> yourself before you've gone too far.<br /><br /><em>Stop </em>letting people use you. Remember that "Use Me" is not a life motto. It's just a cool Bill Withers song.<br /><br />Stop waiting for someone/anyone to give you the life you deserve. Give it to yourself. <br /><br /><em>Stop</em> waiting for that ship to come in. Start swimming to it!<br /><br /><em>Stop</em> wasting finite resources - food, paper, water, gas, money and your energy.<br /><br />For at least 15 minutes every day - <em>stop</em> everything. Breathe.<br /><br /><em>Stop</em> and smell the roses and lavender and cut grass and steaks on the grill and cinnamon rolls and fresh coffee and rain.<br /><br /><em>Stop</em> saying YES when you really mean NO.<br /><br />Find a mirror. Look into it and ask yourself, "What do I need to <em>stop</em>?" If there is a valid reason why <em>stop</em>ping immediately won't work- START <em>stop</em>ping. You are worth it.<br />Now... ready, set, <em>STOP</em>!Lindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05827508264373309689noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9208543596592216427.post-67126183613594852792009-05-30T15:08:00.002-07:002009-05-30T15:17:25.724-07:00the joys of motherhood<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AfZbkdeWTDA/SiGvtD8LRPI/AAAAAAAAAaw/7OUa7y55eJ8/s1600-h/scan0001.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341743821724796146" style="WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AfZbkdeWTDA/SiGvtD8LRPI/AAAAAAAAAaw/7OUa7y55eJ8/s200/scan0001.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>Lindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05827508264373309689noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9208543596592216427.post-31497621401438993922009-03-24T13:11:00.000-07:002009-03-24T13:12:06.887-07:00don't you worryi cancelled my subscription to that dating thingLindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05827508264373309689noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9208543596592216427.post-22353805125899177652009-03-21T00:43:00.002-07:002009-03-21T01:02:48.258-07:00whaaat?!?<span style="font-family: arial;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">yay</span>. guess who had a date <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">tonight</span>... that's right it was me... oh wait, it totally sucked balls. let me start at the beginning for you. so i joined an <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">LDS</span> dating site because i didn't know how else i was going to meet anyone, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">i've</span> made a "connection" (whatever that means) with several good guys, one who i really like but he isn't ready for anything serious right now and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">i'm</span> not positive that i am either so i decided to just go on dates, i thought maybe i should say yes to whoever asked, it's a good way to get to know people. so fast forward to this week i started talking to a guy we'll call <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">nathan</span> (<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">cuz</span> that's what he said his name was) we talked a little bit, i liked his pictures he liked <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">ine</span> ( i know the whole <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">internet</span> dating thing is silly and kind of weird) so we decided to hang out this weekend. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">thursday</span> morning i told him i would know by the end of the day what night i could hang out and he said he was fine for either one. so <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">thursday</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">night</span> i say, "what about tomorrow night" and he says "oh i can't" i say "oh, um, i thought you were free both nights" he says " well i made plans with my friends to go to the driving range but <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">i'll</span> cancel, i cant go out anyway (weirdo alert #1)" i say "huh? well don't cancel your plans, especially if you can't hang out" he says" it's <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">ok</span> just come to my house, we'll make dinner and watch a movie (sweet and romantic or weirdo alert #2) so i said <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">ok</span> and plans were made, well <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">friday</span> at work <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">i'm</span> of course telling all the girls <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">i'm</span> going on a date and showing his <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">pictures</span> off when i realize that the four pictures he has kind of look different from each other, and wait this guy is only 5'6" but <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19">whatev</span>... so the end of the work day rolls around and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20">i'm</span> just not feeling all that jazzed up about going but like i said i wasn't going to turn down an offer for a night out, or in this case a night in. so i go to his house knock on the door, he opens it and i don't recognize the guy, i freaked a little but he clearly recognized me, so i just went inside. we get inside and i really don't know who this guy is, he has a cross eye, his hairs all a mess, he has no shoes on, sick(he looks nothing like the pictures from his profile) ... he says to me" go <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21">ahead</span> and look and the fridge and decide what we should make for dinner" <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22">i'm</span> thinking excuse the crap out of me... i tell him " oh no it's <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23">ok</span> you go on ahead" so he tries to be all <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24">romantical</span> and hold my hand. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25">i'm</span> like whoa buddy calm down <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26">there</span> stallion, or in his case <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27">Shetland</span> pony, the night got weirder and weirder and i was so <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28">uncomfortable</span>, so <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29">i'm</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30">texting</span> my heather, thank you girl... and thinking up ways to escape, he asks me what some of my pet peeves are, i say feet and lying, dishonesty really gets me. he's cooking and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31">i'm</span> eating and he's not so i start to get concerned that maybe he's slipped something into my food, finally he sits down and scarfs some food like a wild animal and pretty soon we're done. he says we can <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32">watch</span> a movie or play strip poker. i say oh i don't know how to play poker, but i need to brush <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33">my teeth</span> since we just ate, but i l<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34">eft</span> my toothbrush out in the car, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35">i'll</span> be right back... so i went out to my car and took off like a bat out of hell... so mean i know but i didn't know what else to do... <br />question: why would someone use someone else's pictures for their profile, did he not think i'd catch on, and was it the meanest thing EVER or was i justified... ps when we walked into his house he locked the door behind me... creeper<br /></span>Lindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05827508264373309689noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9208543596592216427.post-87559898244942822012009-03-17T15:26:00.003-07:002009-03-17T15:36:08.658-07:00peaceful words<span style="font-family:arial;">first of all, just in case anyone is actually reading this, i want to say sorry for complaining so much lately. i know my life isn't that bad or that hard, there are just some days when it all seems likemore than i can handle, i know though that the Lord will NEVER give me more than i can handle and when i'm through this and have the chance to look back on it, i will be stronger and wiser. </span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">i want to share a couple of scriptures that i have grown to love recently</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#330033;">"The trying of your faith worketh <span style="color:#ff0000;">patience</span>. But let <span style="color:#ff0000;">patience</span> have her <span style="color:#009900;">perfect</span> work, that ye may be <span style="color:#009900;">perfect</span> and entire,<span style="font-size:180%;"> <span style="font-family:courier new;"><em>wanting nothing</em></span></span>" James 1: 3-4</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">"My [daughter], <span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ffff;">peace</span> be unto thy soul; thine adversity and thine afflictions shall be but a <span style="color:#33ff33;">small moment</span>; And then, if thou endure it well, God shall exalt thee on high; thou shalt <span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;">triumph over all the foes</span>. Thy friends do stand by thee, and they shall hail thee again with <span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;">warm hearts</span> and friendly hands" D&C 121: 7-9</span>Lindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05827508264373309689noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9208543596592216427.post-8151803495715309042009-03-15T18:21:00.002-07:002009-03-15T18:48:05.864-07:00so ummmwell i wish i was one who had a cutesy blog with pictures and colors and silly anecdotes and what have you, but i don't have time for that. i think this has become more about something for me than anyone else. i am going through such a roller coaster of emotions and feelings lately. i am so busy and don't have the time to do all that i need and want to do. i feel like the girls are suffering because i don't have enough to give them. at the end of the day i find myself deciding which tasks can be pushed until tomorrow, choosing which one is the most pressing, our house is never as clean as it should be, our dinners are never as nice as they could be and our time together is never as fun and relaxing as it would be if i were able to stay at home and focus all my energy on keeping a home and raising my girls. sometimes i wonder why i got dealt this hand, why my girls got dealt this hand. i fall asleep nearly every night regretting the fact that i can spend such a limited amount of time with them, and even though i try to make the most out of the time i do have i continually fall short. i don't like to ask for help and it kills me that i can not do everything on my own. i have to rely on my mom to take kimber to school, and people in the ward to pick her up after school and keep her until i get off of work, i hate that the girls have to go to day care (although i am lucky to have someone who loves them so much), i hate that i can't fix everything for them and that as they grow up there will be things in their lives that they miss out on, there's a daddy daughter activity for church coming up and i am just hoping they don't catch on to it, i have begged their dad over and over to start having regular visitation with them and he wont do it, i hate that i can't "fix him" and make him be the dad they need, i just want him to be present and available for them, but he's not giving them what they need, i can only do and be so much, and i hate that... i guess i should try to focus on the good things that we have, it just get's hard when everyday is a challenge... what ideas do you have for keeping a sunny outlook?Lindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05827508264373309689noreply@blogger.com1