I am so behind! This is a total catch-me-up post.
We had an absolutely fabulous spring break this year! We went to Blue Ridge, GA with Ed and Wendy Stanford, plus Abbie, Cameron and Caroline, their cute kiddos. We had a blast! We: rode horses, hiked, Dust fly fished, we roasted marshmallows and ate more s'mores than you can imagine, the kids pruned up nicely in the hot tub--even amidst falling snow, we sat around the fires both inside and out, we relaxed, ate, laughed, played hide and seek, shot the guns, and ate some more. It was perfect!! Dust was dying that we haven't been doing this exact trip every spring break for the past 14 years. It was a good way to end our Destin spring breaks!
It was fun to return from the chilly mountains and still have time to enjoy Destin's sunny beaches before returning to school.
We had a happy Easter. I love remembering our Savior's miraculous resurrection. As fun as it is to eat loads of chocolate I'm so thankful I am able to bear testimony to my family of the glorious resurrection of our Savior, Lord and King.
The girls have FCAT this week and next. We definitely won't miss that when we move! On Thursday we are headed to Atlanta for the Taylor Swift concert. Wahoo! We are super excited!!
enjoy the little things in life for one day you'll look back & realize they were the big things
Monday, April 15, 2013
Sunday, March 10, 2013
love at home
My sister, Katie, shared this story in a talk she recently gave at church:
"I want to tell you a story about my Great Grandma Whittle, who passed away in 2008 at the age of 102. She was an amazing, beautiful, white-haired, virtuous, charitable lady; the sister of President Ezra Taft Benson. This story happened when Grandma was only 91 years old.
"One day the police came to Grandma's door asking if they could set up surveillance equipment in her window to enact a drug bust at the house across the street. Grandma was very nervous throughout the process and hoped that whomever the people across the street were, they wouldn't get angry and seek retaliation.
"Grandma had always visited her neighbors, taken them food, and invited them for Family Home Evening and so on. She felt terrible that she didn't know these neighbors. She prepared a lovely, large candle with a card, apologizing for being such a bad neighbor and expressing a strong desire to meet them. They had two huge, vicious dogs who wanted to eat Grandma, so she left the gift and card beside the gate.
"A few days later, Grandma's doorbell rang and the neighbor across the street introduced himself as John and said, "I came to thank you for the great candle. That was a very expensive candle."
Grandma, in her straightforward way asked, "John, do you belong to the church?"
He said, "I was baptized but I have not lived a good life."
She asked, "Have you used drugs?"
"Yes."
"Did you sell them?"
"Yes, but I want to change my life."
Grandma said, "You can. This is a wonderful ward."
"The bishop hates me," John replied and he went on to tell of another neighbor who complained of the terrible, loud music coming from John's home.
"Grandma continued to reach out to John. On her next visit, John came running out, took his vicious dogs into a bedroom, and invited Grandma into an immaculate house where she was shocked to see a darling wife with a very young baby. After a warm, friendly visit, Grandma invited the wife to go to church with her. John asked, "If I went also could we sit with you?" Grandma replied,"You can sit anywhere you like."
"It was Easter Sunday, and John called saying his wife was out of town, but he wanted to go to church with her and did she know how to tie a tie. Grandma said, "I used to know." John had bought a new suit, shirt, and beautiful tie. On the third try, she was able to tie it right. At church, Grandma introduced John to several ward members, including the man who had been so upset about the loud music, who managed to say, "I'm glad to see you here."
"One day, John's mother, a beautiful woman, knocked at Grandma's door. She was visiting from California and had spent many years in fasting and prayer for John. She had been to visit Grandma's bishop and he had said, "Well let me tell you about Sister Whittle..."
Katie forwarded this talk to our family the night before she gave it. Somehow I was not familiar with this experience of my great grandmother's. I love it! What a sweetheart. How many of us would shy away even more at the police's request. "Drug dealer? No way! I'm not going over there!" I have to admit, that would likely be my reaction. Not Grandma's. Her tendency was to love.
Although Grandma passed away several years ago I still think of her every time I sing the hymn "Love at Home." I always will. At her request we sang it at every family function. It was her way of teaching us (without being preachy) of the importance of loving each other, especially our family members.
"Love at Home"--
1. There is beauty all around
When there's love at home;
There is joy in ev'ry sound
When there's love at home.
Peace and plenty here abide,
Smiling sweet on ev'ry side.
Time doth softly, sweetly glide
When there's love at home.
Love at home, love at home;
Time doth softly, sweetly glide
When there's love at home.
2. In the cottage there is joy
When there's love at home;
Hate and envy ne'er annoy
When there's love at home.
Roses bloom beneath our feet;
All the earth's a garden sweet,
Making life a bliss complete
When there's love at home.
Love at home, love at home;
Making life a bliss complete
When there's love at home.
3. Kindly heaven smiles above
When there's love at home;
All the world is filled with love
When there's love at home.
Sweeter sings the brooklet by;
Brighter beams the azure sky.
Oh, there's One who smiles on high
When there's love at home.
Love at home, love at home;
Oh, there's One who smiles on high
When there's love at home.
Elder Neal A. Maxwell said, "Good homes are still the best source of good humans." I am so thankful for the women who have preceded me in my family tree. I have been blessed with an incredible mother, mother-in-law, grandmothers, great-grandmothers, sisters, aunts, cousins, etc. Dustin too has an amazing family of women. I know there is an enormous responsibility that is now mine to teach my daughters the importance of establishing a good home, a place of refuge from the world, a place of love, comfort, peace, and security.
I am thankful for scriptures that teach of the importance to love and how to love--
Ephesians 5:25, "Husbands, love your wives, even as Christ also loved the church, and gave himself for it."
Titus 2:4, "Teach the young women to...love their husbands, to love their children."
1 Peter 1:22, "See that ye love one another with a pure heart fervently."
1 John 4:2, "We love the children of God, when we love God, and keep his commandments."
Mosiah 4:15, "Ye will teach them to walk in the ways of truth and soberness; ye will teach them to love one another, and to serve one another."
It sure feels good to be loved. I am thankful for all those who love me, my cute hubs, and our darling daughters!! You know who you are... =)
"I want to tell you a story about my Great Grandma Whittle, who passed away in 2008 at the age of 102. She was an amazing, beautiful, white-haired, virtuous, charitable lady; the sister of President Ezra Taft Benson. This story happened when Grandma was only 91 years old.
"One day the police came to Grandma's door asking if they could set up surveillance equipment in her window to enact a drug bust at the house across the street. Grandma was very nervous throughout the process and hoped that whomever the people across the street were, they wouldn't get angry and seek retaliation.
"Grandma had always visited her neighbors, taken them food, and invited them for Family Home Evening and so on. She felt terrible that she didn't know these neighbors. She prepared a lovely, large candle with a card, apologizing for being such a bad neighbor and expressing a strong desire to meet them. They had two huge, vicious dogs who wanted to eat Grandma, so she left the gift and card beside the gate.
"A few days later, Grandma's doorbell rang and the neighbor across the street introduced himself as John and said, "I came to thank you for the great candle. That was a very expensive candle."
Grandma, in her straightforward way asked, "John, do you belong to the church?"
He said, "I was baptized but I have not lived a good life."
She asked, "Have you used drugs?"
"Yes."
"Did you sell them?"
"Yes, but I want to change my life."
Grandma said, "You can. This is a wonderful ward."
"The bishop hates me," John replied and he went on to tell of another neighbor who complained of the terrible, loud music coming from John's home.
"Grandma continued to reach out to John. On her next visit, John came running out, took his vicious dogs into a bedroom, and invited Grandma into an immaculate house where she was shocked to see a darling wife with a very young baby. After a warm, friendly visit, Grandma invited the wife to go to church with her. John asked, "If I went also could we sit with you?" Grandma replied,"You can sit anywhere you like."
"It was Easter Sunday, and John called saying his wife was out of town, but he wanted to go to church with her and did she know how to tie a tie. Grandma said, "I used to know." John had bought a new suit, shirt, and beautiful tie. On the third try, she was able to tie it right. At church, Grandma introduced John to several ward members, including the man who had been so upset about the loud music, who managed to say, "I'm glad to see you here."
"One day, John's mother, a beautiful woman, knocked at Grandma's door. She was visiting from California and had spent many years in fasting and prayer for John. She had been to visit Grandma's bishop and he had said, "Well let me tell you about Sister Whittle..."
Katie forwarded this talk to our family the night before she gave it. Somehow I was not familiar with this experience of my great grandmother's. I love it! What a sweetheart. How many of us would shy away even more at the police's request. "Drug dealer? No way! I'm not going over there!" I have to admit, that would likely be my reaction. Not Grandma's. Her tendency was to love.
Although Grandma passed away several years ago I still think of her every time I sing the hymn "Love at Home." I always will. At her request we sang it at every family function. It was her way of teaching us (without being preachy) of the importance of loving each other, especially our family members.
"Love at Home"--
1. There is beauty all around
When there's love at home;
There is joy in ev'ry sound
When there's love at home.
Peace and plenty here abide,
Smiling sweet on ev'ry side.
Time doth softly, sweetly glide
When there's love at home.
Love at home, love at home;
Time doth softly, sweetly glide
When there's love at home.
2. In the cottage there is joy
When there's love at home;
Hate and envy ne'er annoy
When there's love at home.
Roses bloom beneath our feet;
All the earth's a garden sweet,
Making life a bliss complete
When there's love at home.
Love at home, love at home;
Making life a bliss complete
When there's love at home.
3. Kindly heaven smiles above
When there's love at home;
All the world is filled with love
When there's love at home.
Sweeter sings the brooklet by;
Brighter beams the azure sky.
Oh, there's One who smiles on high
When there's love at home.
Love at home, love at home;
Oh, there's One who smiles on high
When there's love at home.
Elder Neal A. Maxwell said, "Good homes are still the best source of good humans." I am so thankful for the women who have preceded me in my family tree. I have been blessed with an incredible mother, mother-in-law, grandmothers, great-grandmothers, sisters, aunts, cousins, etc. Dustin too has an amazing family of women. I know there is an enormous responsibility that is now mine to teach my daughters the importance of establishing a good home, a place of refuge from the world, a place of love, comfort, peace, and security.
I am thankful for scriptures that teach of the importance to love and how to love--
Ephesians 5:25, "Husbands, love your wives, even as Christ also loved the church, and gave himself for it."
Titus 2:4, "Teach the young women to...love their husbands, to love their children."
1 Peter 1:22, "See that ye love one another with a pure heart fervently."
1 John 4:2, "We love the children of God, when we love God, and keep his commandments."
Mosiah 4:15, "Ye will teach them to walk in the ways of truth and soberness; ye will teach them to love one another, and to serve one another."
Doctrine and Covenants 42: 22&45, "Thou shalt love thy wife with all thy heart, and shalt cleave unto her and none else. Thou shalt live together in love."
It sure feels good to be loved. I am thankful for all those who love me, my cute hubs, and our darling daughters!! You know who you are... =)
Friday, March 8, 2013
job satisfaction
Accomplishments in life are pretty cool. When your own work or ability is recognized, it's pretty sweet. When your kids' abilities improve and are noticed, it's absolutely incredible! It's fantastic! No one could possibly be as amazing!
I'm a proud mama. I love my girls and love watching them accomplish hard things.
I am in love with Phillipians 4:13, "I can do all things through Christ which strengtheneth me." It's the perfect scripture for anyone needing just a bit of encouragement or faith in herself/himself. That's all of us, right?!?
Tana and Kenne had their swim banquet a couple weeks ago. They had a great 2013 swim season, they did really well at the county finals, and they were recognized for their hard work and efforts in the pool. Tana was co-captain of the girls team and was given the Coaches Award--yay, Tana! (That's their cousin, Carson, in the picture with them.)
And then there's the really exciting stuff. The things that you work on both physically and mentally. Things that take practice, a lot of practice. Things like this...
Kenne's giddiness at the end is priceless!
Tana's got hers too. She just has to remember Phillipians 4:13 and have a little more confidence. She's gotta grab that bull by the horns.
It's amazing the joy that comes to a mother as her children grow, develop, achieve milestones, and move on to the next seemingly insurmountable task. It's awesome!
For as long as I can remember I've wanted to be a mom. It's fabulous to realize my lifelong dream. I love what I do as a wife and mother. It can be tiring, but it's oh so rewarding. Most days leave me looking like this...
I'm a proud mama. I love my girls and love watching them accomplish hard things.
I am in love with Phillipians 4:13, "I can do all things through Christ which strengtheneth me." It's the perfect scripture for anyone needing just a bit of encouragement or faith in herself/himself. That's all of us, right?!?
Tana and Kenne had their swim banquet a couple weeks ago. They had a great 2013 swim season, they did really well at the county finals, and they were recognized for their hard work and efforts in the pool. Tana was co-captain of the girls team and was given the Coaches Award--yay, Tana! (That's their cousin, Carson, in the picture with them.)
Tatum's handstand is getting better. She wants me to count aloud for her every single time she does one, no matter where we are.
Her face lights up with each new PR.
It's pretty cute!
Sometimes just a walk to the beach (when you're feeling absolutely terrible) is a big accomplishment.
Ashton survived the worst stomach bug I've ever seen.
It was a long, miserable week but she never stopped smiling.
She's a trooper!
Ashton survived the worst stomach bug I've ever seen.
It was a long, miserable week but she never stopped smiling.
She's a trooper!
And then there's the really exciting stuff. The things that you work on both physically and mentally. Things that take practice, a lot of practice. Things like this...
Tana's got hers too. She just has to remember Phillipians 4:13 and have a little more confidence. She's gotta grab that bull by the horns.
It's amazing the joy that comes to a mother as her children grow, develop, achieve milestones, and move on to the next seemingly insurmountable task. It's awesome!
For as long as I can remember I've wanted to be a mom. It's fabulous to realize my lifelong dream. I love what I do as a wife and mother. It can be tiring, but it's oh so rewarding. Most days leave me looking like this...
but it's totally worth it when the payoff looks like this...
I love my job!!!
Tuesday, March 5, 2013
we didn't start the fire...it was always burning since the world's been turning
Do you ever think about what fuels you?
I do. I think about it a lot.
There are several, infinite even, types of fuel.
I consider prayer a necessity in my spiritual, emotional, and mental life. It absolutely fuels my sanity.
A date with Dust grows my love and appreciation for him, hence fueling our love fire (haha. or gag. You choose.)
Sleep: provides me with clarity I need mentally, supplies the patience I necessitate as a mother, allows me to accomplish my myriad tasks each day, energizes me when I'm dragging, comforts me when I'm overwhelmed, etc.
Right now--following a conversation with my baby sis, Ellery--I am thinking specifically of food as fuel for my body.
I have been blessed with parents who, for as long as I can remember, have been concerned with eating and providing healthy meals. I grew up in a home with wheat bread only, white breads didn't exist other than the sacrament at church and Mom's perfect pancakes/waffles. We had only healthy cereals, no sugar cereals. We ate fruits and vegetables in all their varieties and we loved them! Whole grains were a staple. My parents are fabulous cooks and they love creating healthy meals that are not just nutritious, they're delicious.
Just as important as our love of healthy foods, we also had/have an affinity for treats. We love ice cream and ate/eat it often. Trips to Dairy Queen (for a blizzard) were, and continue to be, a favorite. We enjoy baking and eating our goods.
I love baking. My girls love baking. We adore eating hot chocolate chip cookies, just out of the oven. We love a thick piece of homemade wheat bread, slathered with butter and jam.
We have been blessed to realize treats are fabulous in moderation. We can't just "live it up, Jones" every darn day. I love junk as much as the next guy but in an effort to avoid being the next contestant on "The Biggest Loser" I'm striving to limit my intake of crud. My goal each day is to eat healthy all day long so I can enjoy a treat at night. I'm not talking about one or two M&Ms. I want a big ol' bowl of ice cream or several cookies. I work hard, dang it! I'm going to enjoy my treats as much as I can--without battling the bulge.
I am aware that food provides me with the energy I need to accomplish all that I have on my "list" each day. It's funny, I remember in junior high eating a bag of Skittles for lunch. That's it. I'd get a bag of purple Skittles out of the vending machine and that would be my lunch. Not every day. But a lot of days. Somehow I managed to run my guts out at track practice after that. That's insane! I could never do that now.
I know that the foods I eat will provide me with energy. It's my decision whether or not to eat foods with staying power. Today I succeeded. I should have plenty of energy for tomorrow morning's spin class. Other days I give in to my physical appetites and choose less healthy, less nutrient-rich, options.
I'm currently working hard to build my booty/bum/butt/thutt/gluteus maximus. I'm squatting and lunging a lot. I'm using heavier and heavier weights because I just don't get sore otherwise. I'm hoping to be a "baby got back" girl by summer. We'll see....
I'm absolutely in love with this:

I don't Crossfit but it applies to regular ol' lifting too. Awesome!!
Living in this house of women/girls we do a lot of stretching and other exercises at night while we watch tv. We work on flexibility, hand stand/head stand length, jumps, push-ups, sit-ups, planks, etc. It's fun to watch the girls desire better and better results. There's definitely a bit of competition around these parts. I love it! A little competition is a good (great!) thing.
Last night at tumbling Tatum did her round off back handspring on the floor with no spot. She's been tentative so we're really excited! She gets so much air she's a heartbeat away from a tuck and layout. She just needs confidence and "a few seconds of insane courage." ---name the movie.
Tana and Kenne's skills are improving too. They're both working really hard to nail their standing back tucks on the floor. Hopefully soon!
I hope that as we make healthy choices our bodies will be blessed with strength. I hope and pray that my girls grow and develop as they're supposed to. I hope they'll have energy to complete their labors each day. And I really hope that along the way they'll gain an appreciation for our healthy meals. Tatum's famous words, "Why do we always have to eat healthy dinners???" (said in the whiniest, complainingest voice you've ever heard) will hopefully one day become "We always have delicious and nutritious dinners, Mom.Thank you!". hahahaha. Yeah right!
If nothing else, remember the words of Dwight K. Schrute, "[Lifting] makes women huge? False. Cupcakes make women huge."
I do. I think about it a lot.
There are several, infinite even, types of fuel.
I consider prayer a necessity in my spiritual, emotional, and mental life. It absolutely fuels my sanity.
A date with Dust grows my love and appreciation for him, hence fueling our love fire (haha. or gag. You choose.)
Sleep: provides me with clarity I need mentally, supplies the patience I necessitate as a mother, allows me to accomplish my myriad tasks each day, energizes me when I'm dragging, comforts me when I'm overwhelmed, etc.
Right now--following a conversation with my baby sis, Ellery--I am thinking specifically of food as fuel for my body.
I have been blessed with parents who, for as long as I can remember, have been concerned with eating and providing healthy meals. I grew up in a home with wheat bread only, white breads didn't exist other than the sacrament at church and Mom's perfect pancakes/waffles. We had only healthy cereals, no sugar cereals. We ate fruits and vegetables in all their varieties and we loved them! Whole grains were a staple. My parents are fabulous cooks and they love creating healthy meals that are not just nutritious, they're delicious.
Just as important as our love of healthy foods, we also had/have an affinity for treats. We love ice cream and ate/eat it often. Trips to Dairy Queen (for a blizzard) were, and continue to be, a favorite. We enjoy baking and eating our goods.
I love baking. My girls love baking. We adore eating hot chocolate chip cookies, just out of the oven. We love a thick piece of homemade wheat bread, slathered with butter and jam.
We have been blessed to realize treats are fabulous in moderation. We can't just "live it up, Jones" every darn day. I love junk as much as the next guy but in an effort to avoid being the next contestant on "The Biggest Loser" I'm striving to limit my intake of crud. My goal each day is to eat healthy all day long so I can enjoy a treat at night. I'm not talking about one or two M&Ms. I want a big ol' bowl of ice cream or several cookies. I work hard, dang it! I'm going to enjoy my treats as much as I can--without battling the bulge.
I am aware that food provides me with the energy I need to accomplish all that I have on my "list" each day. It's funny, I remember in junior high eating a bag of Skittles for lunch. That's it. I'd get a bag of purple Skittles out of the vending machine and that would be my lunch. Not every day. But a lot of days. Somehow I managed to run my guts out at track practice after that. That's insane! I could never do that now.
I know that the foods I eat will provide me with energy. It's my decision whether or not to eat foods with staying power. Today I succeeded. I should have plenty of energy for tomorrow morning's spin class. Other days I give in to my physical appetites and choose less healthy, less nutrient-rich, options.
I'm currently working hard to build my booty/bum/butt/thutt/gluteus maximus. I'm squatting and lunging a lot. I'm using heavier and heavier weights because I just don't get sore otherwise. I'm hoping to be a "baby got back" girl by summer. We'll see....
I'm absolutely in love with this:

I don't Crossfit but it applies to regular ol' lifting too. Awesome!!
Living in this house of women/girls we do a lot of stretching and other exercises at night while we watch tv. We work on flexibility, hand stand/head stand length, jumps, push-ups, sit-ups, planks, etc. It's fun to watch the girls desire better and better results. There's definitely a bit of competition around these parts. I love it! A little competition is a good (great!) thing.
Last night at tumbling Tatum did her round off back handspring on the floor with no spot. She's been tentative so we're really excited! She gets so much air she's a heartbeat away from a tuck and layout. She just needs confidence and "a few seconds of insane courage." ---name the movie.
Tana and Kenne's skills are improving too. They're both working really hard to nail their standing back tucks on the floor. Hopefully soon!
I hope that as we make healthy choices our bodies will be blessed with strength. I hope and pray that my girls grow and develop as they're supposed to. I hope they'll have energy to complete their labors each day. And I really hope that along the way they'll gain an appreciation for our healthy meals. Tatum's famous words, "Why do we always have to eat healthy dinners???" (said in the whiniest, complainingest voice you've ever heard) will hopefully one day become "We always have delicious and nutritious dinners, Mom.Thank you!". hahahaha. Yeah right!
If nothing else, remember the words of Dwight K. Schrute, "[Lifting] makes women huge? False. Cupcakes make women huge."
Tuesday, February 26, 2013
j's crew
This little crew of mine, we've got a good thing going on!
It has been a hectic month. We wrapped up the swim season. Our last at DMS and most likely the last ever for Tana and Kenne. They enjoy the swim season...well, sort of. They enjoy the time with their friends. But they're definitely not interested in pursuing swim in Utah.
I packed and packed and packed. I threw away more junk than I care to remember. I am constantly throwing things away. I have no idea how we managed to accumulate so much. I took countless trips to Goodwill. I boxed items to store at the office--things we won't need till Utah. I boxed items for the rental--things we need now. I tossed and bubble-wrapped and boxed and donated and wrapped and and and.....
Cooper, our chocolate lab, was picked up by Doug and Avery Pohl Friday evening. He was lovingly taken to his new home. He'll compete for alpha with two Jack Russells and a Papillion, as well as two cats. Avery (who's Tatum's age) and LiamAllen (who's Ashton's age) are thrilled with their new dog; they'll be perfect caretakers. Although I'm not a dog person it was sad to see Cooper go. He's been a great dog for our family. He has been the girls' ultimate protector and friend. He has guarded our home well. Tatum is taking his absence especially hard. She sobbed herself to sleep Sunday night, desperately missing her Cooper.
We moved out of our house Friday and Saturday. Wow, what a good feeling! We had a fabulous showing of men from our Elder's Quorum. What can I say...the members of our church know how to work! Early Saturday morning those men were ready to do the heavy lifting, loading, and unloading at both the old and new houses. They were fabulous! D'Ann came and, despite feeling terrible with a head cold, helped me for hours as we dusted, wiped, vacuumed and gave the old house its final Rogers scouring. Stacey mopped the entire main floor, bless her heart! The sister missionaries wiped down the kitchen cabinets and appliances, love them! Susanna kept Ashton for hours and brought us a batch of PB brownies which I single-handedly devoured in two days. Yep, two days. (Kennedy accurately pointed out, "Mom, you've eaten half this pan BY YOURSELF." There was a definite hint of judgment in her voice. haha)
By Saturday evening the old house was 99.9% clear of the Rogers. It was spotless and devoid of all our possessions. Dust and I pulled out for the last time remembering the excitement we felt moving into that home 11 years ago. I was newly pregnant with Tatum. Montana was barely three years old and Kennedy was one and a half. It was a great home which we filled with fabulous memories. It served us well. We brought two babies home to that house--Tatum and Ashton. We had several dogs in that house--Cooper, Remi, and Chubby. We even had a cat in that house (gag)--Bella Oreo. Although it treated us well, I was not sad to say goodbye. It was time.
I am now sitting in the office in our little beach cottage. I can see the Gulf's waves out my window and hear the surf crashing on the shore. It's a beautiful windy and partly sunny day. It is absolutely glorious after the days, and days, of pounding rain.
Ashton is on the mend. She had a horrible stomach bug this weekend. She threw up violently from 8pm Saturday till about 3am Sunday. Her tossing continued until last night. Thank heavens for Rayna (my best friend from childhood who just so happens to be an anesthesiologist in Boston). She called in a Rx for a suppository. It made all the difference. The tossing and heaving stopped. Ashton was finally able to rest well (as of about noon yesterday), thanks to the medicine, and today is sipping on Pedialyte and even eating a bit. I don't think we're out of the woods yet. She is incredibly weak and can barely manage a trip to the bathroom and back without feeling exhausted. I don't think she'll be heading to school for another couple days. Saturday night I told Dust we should have moved to this house years ago. It's fabulous. It's small. Probably between 1,500-1,800 square feet but it's perfect. It's a hop, skip, and a jump away from the beach. The neighborhood is silent. All our back windows look out onto the beach. Sunday night while we watched The Oscars we also watched the constant lightning over the Gulf. It was amazing! The girls are loving it here; I am loving it here! We may not want to leave....
I am thankful for the fabulous 14 years we've had in Destin. This has been the perfect spot for our family. It is conservative, fiercely Christian--which I adore, the family values are wonderful, the schools are great, the beaches are gorgeous, our church family is awesome, we have created unbelievable friendships, the seafood is amazing. We have been truly blessed! We will enjoy every minute of our last few months here, thankful for the opportunities the Lord has granted us while in "the world's luckiest fishing village."
Awww Destin...
we love you!!
Thursday, January 24, 2013
under pressure
I am starting to feel the weight of our move on my shoulders.
If our contract goes through
--and we believe it will--
we'll close February 22 and evacuate by February 25.
I have a month from tomorrow to empty my house.
It is time to fish or cut bait!
I just texted our buyers a list of furniture pieces and prices.
Hopefully they'll be interested in some of them.
Or all of them!
I need to begin, room by room, making piles of:
keep and pack,
throw away,
garage sale,
Goodwill,
or keep to take to our rental.
The more I think about this move the more I want to unload e.v.e.r.y.t.h.i.n.g.
I'm going to have to research packing tips.
I don't have a clue how to protect my platters and pictures, i.e., my breakables.
I am seriously envious of my sister.
They'll be moving in April but, lucky them, Exxon will hire packers, movers, and unpackers.
I'm majorly jealous!!
There are so many things I know we'll junk.
Things that are not worth the effort or expense of moving.
I would LOVE to pack up our clothes, shoes, and few favorite items and leave everything else behind.
I'm not a lazy person. I just feel so overwhelmed/in over my head that I don't know where to start.
I really wish my mom was here!
She's the hardest worker I know.
Tomorrow morning I'll go to yoga then it's time to get busy.
This weekend is going to be a working weekend.
No fun and games.
No R&R.
We gottta work!


Wednesday, January 23, 2013
end of an era
As we wrap up life in our home, the home we've lived in for eleven years this month, I've been thinking a lot about my plans for the future...my plans for the homes in our future and how they'll differ from our current home.
First and foremost: I will never have carpet on stairs again!!! I hate it! I hate vacuuming stairs. I hate seeing footprints rather than vacuum lines on stairs. I can't wait for the wooden staircase at my parents'. It's a dream to clean, it takes seconds. Of course it's absolute misery falling on wood stairs but you learn to be really, really careful, especially after you've fallen once or twice. (I speak from experience.)
It was shocking when we moved to Destin to realize that unless you're custom building your home, popcorn ceilings are to be expected. Yuck! Both of our Destin houses have had popcorn ceilings. I'm not a fan. Is anyone a fan??? My grandma had them when I was little (30 years ago--her house was probably 20 years older than me). Her popcorn ceilings even had glitter on them. That was cool. Of course I was a little girl so glitter on anything was awesome! ha!
I can't wait to be in a house without dog hair! Although Cooper has been a fabulous pet for our family for the past seven years, he sheds like crazy and I am constantly murmuring as I sweep, swiffer, and vacuum. It will be absolutely glorious to be dog hair free and equally thrilling to know Cooper will be in dog heaven living with the Pohl family, their three dogs, and cat. He'll love it!
I am so excited to be in a community where phenomenal work was done in city planning. The city of Destin is a mess; it's been haphazardly thrown together for decades without any thought for the future. Case in point: Hwy 98. It's the ONLY main road in the city. There is no rhyme or reason to Destin's layout or its design. There are trailers next to multi-million dollar homes, tattoo parlors next to swimming pools filled with kids, an increasingly-busy airport filling our otherwise quiet skies with ridiculous noise and the foul smell of jet fuel, the continued proposal of a gentleman's club next to multiple neighborhoods and our elementary school. Although our beaches are the best in the world (seriously!) I'm anxiously awaiting our move to a more quiet, family-friendly neighborhood.
I am realizing that my taste in furniture and design is shifting. I know without a doubt I want a simple, sleek kitchen table and chairs. Our current set is a nightmare. The chairs weigh a ton and it is a pain moving them to sweep and mop. In my mind I am picturing something like this, from IKEA, paired with either a white table or a navy blue table:

I love white kitchens! And hope I can someday have a kitchen that looks something like this

or this

I am leaning more to the modern/contemporary style. I am becoming more and more of a minimalist the older I get. I don't like a lot of "stuff" and I am thrilling over the "less is more" decorating mindset.
I have been a van hater my whole life. My mom always drove vans and to me it was the epitome of a mom car, right up there with mom jeans...totally undesirable! Months ago, right after we made the decision to move to UT, Dust informed me that we'd have to sell my car before leaving. It's a two-wheel drive. It will never make it up and down Provo's icy streets without serious sliding. I knew immediately I didn't want another monster vehicle like mine. I've loved both my Yukons, but especially my XL. It's fabulous, but it's a beast. As we started researching mid-size SUVs I realized they just don't have the space we need. This brought me to...minivans. Even though I hate them it is the most practical decision for our family. We can get a seven passenger (with captain's chairs in the 2nd row), have plenty of space for each child and still have tons of storage space. I won't have to lay seats down to load groceries or constantly have a luggage rack topper when taking road trips. I figure Tana's off to college in 4.5 years so I can grin and bear it till then. Dust, on the other hand, is dying! He can't stand the thought of me in a van. haha!
I woke up at 2:30am and couldn't go back to sleep. I went to the gym at 5am. I had run 8miles, showered and gotten ready by 7:30am. Now that it's nearly 10am I feel like I am going to die. I am soooooo tired.
I am praying Brantley falls asleep soon, and stays asleep for hours, so I too can sleep for hours. I want to zzzzzzzzzzzzz!!
First and foremost: I will never have carpet on stairs again!!! I hate it! I hate vacuuming stairs. I hate seeing footprints rather than vacuum lines on stairs. I can't wait for the wooden staircase at my parents'. It's a dream to clean, it takes seconds. Of course it's absolute misery falling on wood stairs but you learn to be really, really careful, especially after you've fallen once or twice. (I speak from experience.)
It was shocking when we moved to Destin to realize that unless you're custom building your home, popcorn ceilings are to be expected. Yuck! Both of our Destin houses have had popcorn ceilings. I'm not a fan. Is anyone a fan??? My grandma had them when I was little (30 years ago--her house was probably 20 years older than me). Her popcorn ceilings even had glitter on them. That was cool. Of course I was a little girl so glitter on anything was awesome! ha!
I can't wait to be in a house without dog hair! Although Cooper has been a fabulous pet for our family for the past seven years, he sheds like crazy and I am constantly murmuring as I sweep, swiffer, and vacuum. It will be absolutely glorious to be dog hair free and equally thrilling to know Cooper will be in dog heaven living with the Pohl family, their three dogs, and cat. He'll love it!
I am so excited to be in a community where phenomenal work was done in city planning. The city of Destin is a mess; it's been haphazardly thrown together for decades without any thought for the future. Case in point: Hwy 98. It's the ONLY main road in the city. There is no rhyme or reason to Destin's layout or its design. There are trailers next to multi-million dollar homes, tattoo parlors next to swimming pools filled with kids, an increasingly-busy airport filling our otherwise quiet skies with ridiculous noise and the foul smell of jet fuel, the continued proposal of a gentleman's club next to multiple neighborhoods and our elementary school. Although our beaches are the best in the world (seriously!) I'm anxiously awaiting our move to a more quiet, family-friendly neighborhood.
I am realizing that my taste in furniture and design is shifting. I know without a doubt I want a simple, sleek kitchen table and chairs. Our current set is a nightmare. The chairs weigh a ton and it is a pain moving them to sweep and mop. In my mind I am picturing something like this, from IKEA, paired with either a white table or a navy blue table:

I love white kitchens! And hope I can someday have a kitchen that looks something like this

or this

I am leaning more to the modern/contemporary style. I am becoming more and more of a minimalist the older I get. I don't like a lot of "stuff" and I am thrilling over the "less is more" decorating mindset.
I have been a van hater my whole life. My mom always drove vans and to me it was the epitome of a mom car, right up there with mom jeans...totally undesirable! Months ago, right after we made the decision to move to UT, Dust informed me that we'd have to sell my car before leaving. It's a two-wheel drive. It will never make it up and down Provo's icy streets without serious sliding. I knew immediately I didn't want another monster vehicle like mine. I've loved both my Yukons, but especially my XL. It's fabulous, but it's a beast. As we started researching mid-size SUVs I realized they just don't have the space we need. This brought me to...minivans. Even though I hate them it is the most practical decision for our family. We can get a seven passenger (with captain's chairs in the 2nd row), have plenty of space for each child and still have tons of storage space. I won't have to lay seats down to load groceries or constantly have a luggage rack topper when taking road trips. I figure Tana's off to college in 4.5 years so I can grin and bear it till then. Dust, on the other hand, is dying! He can't stand the thought of me in a van. haha!
I woke up at 2:30am and couldn't go back to sleep. I went to the gym at 5am. I had run 8miles, showered and gotten ready by 7:30am. Now that it's nearly 10am I feel like I am going to die. I am soooooo tired.
I am praying Brantley falls asleep soon, and stays asleep for hours, so I too can sleep for hours. I want to zzzzzzzzzzzzz!!
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