An accident: an unforeseen and unplanned event or circumstance.
This is how I feel I have been living my life lately. Just going with whatever. Not really making things happen but rather watching them unfold. Not really how I want to live my life. I don't want to look back and wish I would have done this or I should have done that.
Intentional: done with intention or on purpose.
I want to be happy...on purpose. I want to be healthy...on purpose. I want to have a burning testimony of my Savior...on purpose. I want to have an eternal family...on purpose. I want my kids to be responsible and valiant and charitable...on purpose. I want a smooth running house...on purpose. I want to laugh more and have fun...on purpose.
It all can be. But it has to be done intentionally. It takes effort. It takes willpower. It takes planning. It takes prioritizing.
And so, that is why my word for 2013 is "Intentionally." I am going to live each day intentionally.
What's your word?
Tuesday, January 1, 2013
Friday, December 28, 2012
2012 Favorites
Here is it. The easiest post of the whole year...right? Except that you have to read almost all your posts to choose your favorites. Well, here they are. Hope you enjoy them again.
If you don't have time to read them all again, just re-read Feb and Aug and Honorable Mention. Those are my mostest favs.
Jan: Wicked
March: Behind Closed Doors
June: Some itches
July: Do you do it too?
Aug: When I grow up
Sept: Don't mess with Mama!
Oct The request
Friday, December 21, 2012
What friends are good for....
I am a relatively calm person. Not the freaking out kind.
There have been very few feak-out sessions in my life: my 13th birthday party, the time my piano fell on my son, and the time the doctor told me I couldn't have an epidural.
That's pretty much it.
Hubs...different story. Anytime there is blood involved, he pops one. First he flips out, then he feels light headed and finally he has to sit down. This also happens when he changes a poopie diaper, but that's irrelevent.
The other day I had an almost freak-out moment.
My friends and I went to go watch Breaking Dawn-Part 2....again. We went into the almost empty theatre and sat down. As the movie started, we heard this low yell from the back of the theatre.
"What the..." I thought, looking around. A few minutes later I hear it again. I looked around, just to see if I could see the individual making the noises. It was too dark, but I figured it was someone with some sort of disability.
As the movie went on, he became much more vocal. He was yelling at Charlie, saying "Belle was lying!" It was at this point that my friend went and spoke with security. I mean, come on, guy. At least get her name right.
By the time Alice figured out the Volturi were on their way to destroy the Cullens, the guy was yelling out obscenities every few seconds. Don't get me wrong, I don't like the Volturi as much as the next guy, but the man was starting to make me nervous.
The manager came in along with a few police officers. As they walked up to escort him out, I began evaluating my surroundings...you know...just in case....
Granted, this Twilight has been out for more than a month. And it was a matinee. And there were only like 10 people in the theatre. The threat level was plenty low. But still....Crazy is unpredictable.
What were my options? I could dive on the ground and play dead. I could use one of my friends as a human shield. My purse is full of tons of crap...probably enough that not even a bullet could penetrate it's contents. I could hold it up over my vitals and make a run for it.
Luckily I didn't have to do any of those. Lucky for all of us he left without a problem. Lucky for me, my friends didn't know that I had considered sacrificing them.
At least not unless they read this blog.
Now I'm freaking out.
There have been very few feak-out sessions in my life: my 13th birthday party, the time my piano fell on my son, and the time the doctor told me I couldn't have an epidural.
That's pretty much it.
Hubs...different story. Anytime there is blood involved, he pops one. First he flips out, then he feels light headed and finally he has to sit down. This also happens when he changes a poopie diaper, but that's irrelevent.
The other day I had an almost freak-out moment.
My friends and I went to go watch Breaking Dawn-Part 2....again. We went into the almost empty theatre and sat down. As the movie started, we heard this low yell from the back of the theatre.
"What the..." I thought, looking around. A few minutes later I hear it again. I looked around, just to see if I could see the individual making the noises. It was too dark, but I figured it was someone with some sort of disability.
As the movie went on, he became much more vocal. He was yelling at Charlie, saying "Belle was lying!" It was at this point that my friend went and spoke with security. I mean, come on, guy. At least get her name right.
By the time Alice figured out the Volturi were on their way to destroy the Cullens, the guy was yelling out obscenities every few seconds. Don't get me wrong, I don't like the Volturi as much as the next guy, but the man was starting to make me nervous.
The manager came in along with a few police officers. As they walked up to escort him out, I began evaluating my surroundings...you know...just in case....
Granted, this Twilight has been out for more than a month. And it was a matinee. And there were only like 10 people in the theatre. The threat level was plenty low. But still....Crazy is unpredictable.
What were my options? I could dive on the ground and play dead. I could use one of my friends as a human shield. My purse is full of tons of crap...probably enough that not even a bullet could penetrate it's contents. I could hold it up over my vitals and make a run for it.
Luckily I didn't have to do any of those. Lucky for all of us he left without a problem. Lucky for me, my friends didn't know that I had considered sacrificing them.
At least not unless they read this blog.
Now I'm freaking out.
Monday, December 17, 2012
Not exactly as I would have planned...
What happens when your husband decides to change jobs at the end of the semester?
14 appointments, that's what.
You see once Hubs switches jobs, all the health insurance goes away.
And so we have crammed in eye appointments and dental appointments into the last 2 1/2 weeks.
14 of them.
Because that is what I want to spend my money on month of December.
Nothing says "Merry Christmas" like a root canal.
Nothing!
14 appointments, that's what.
You see once Hubs switches jobs, all the health insurance goes away.
And so we have crammed in eye appointments and dental appointments into the last 2 1/2 weeks.
14 of them.
Because that is what I want to spend my money on month of December.
Nothing says "Merry Christmas" like a root canal.
Nothing!
Wednesday, December 12, 2012
Meggings
The most popular trend in men's clothing...
.
I'm begging you.
Please!!
.
(I just threw up a little in my mouth)
Are you kidding me? What is wrong with our world!?!!!!
The guy in the purple looks like he needs professional help. I'm sorry, but no man should wear those pants. They are wrong on so many levels!
Please tell me these are not on your husband's Christmas list!
I'm begging you.
Please!!
Monday, December 10, 2012
How I know he loves me?
"Mommy. Can I watch a movie?" he asked.
"You can. But first you have to give me a kiss and tell me one thing you love about mommy," I answered. Yeah, I know I was begging for some lovin', right?
He gave a kiss, stepped back and said, "I love you because I didn't pee my bed last night."
Not quite the compliment I was fishing for....(scratching my head.)...but hey, I'll take whatever his three year old heart deems worthy of admiration.
"You can. But first you have to give me a kiss and tell me one thing you love about mommy," I answered. Yeah, I know I was begging for some lovin', right?
He gave a kiss, stepped back and said, "I love you because I didn't pee my bed last night."
Not quite the compliment I was fishing for....(scratching my head.)...but hey, I'll take whatever his three year old heart deems worthy of admiration.
Friday, December 7, 2012
You probably shouldn't stab your eye...
I wouldn't recommend stabbing yourself in the eye. It really hurts.
I wouldn't recommend holding a pair of scissors in your hand while trying to grab stacked glass Mason jars. You might stab yourself in the eye with them.
I wouldn't recommend stacking two glass mason jars on top of one another and then putting them on the top shelf. One of them might start to fall while you are retrieving them.
I wouldn't recommend choosing to put cut up hay in a glass Mason jar. You might have to get the Mason jar on the top shelf.
I wouldn't recommend cutting pieces of hay from the bail you bought in October. You might need to put them into a mason jar.
I wouldn't recommend wanting to have cut hay on your bookshelf. You might have to cut some from your bail you got in October.
I wouldn't recommend having an empty manger on your bookshelf that you want to fill with hay. You might want a jar of hay right next to it.
I wouldn't recommend wanting to fill a manger with hay that represents random acts of service. You might want an empty manger on your bookshelf.
I wouldn't recommend wanting to teach your children the true meaning of Christmas. You might come up with the idea of filling a manger with hay that represents acts of service.
I wouldn't recommend having children this time of year. You might want to teach them the the true meaning of Christmas.
I wouldn't recommend having children. You might look forward to this time of year.
So, my friends, here's the bottom line: Having children makes you stab yourself in the eye.
And that really hurts.
(See, we really can blame everything on our kids. I'm just saying.)
I wouldn't recommend holding a pair of scissors in your hand while trying to grab stacked glass Mason jars. You might stab yourself in the eye with them.
I wouldn't recommend stacking two glass mason jars on top of one another and then putting them on the top shelf. One of them might start to fall while you are retrieving them.
I wouldn't recommend choosing to put cut up hay in a glass Mason jar. You might have to get the Mason jar on the top shelf.
I wouldn't recommend cutting pieces of hay from the bail you bought in October. You might need to put them into a mason jar.
I wouldn't recommend wanting to have cut hay on your bookshelf. You might have to cut some from your bail you got in October.
I wouldn't recommend having an empty manger on your bookshelf that you want to fill with hay. You might want a jar of hay right next to it.
I wouldn't recommend wanting to fill a manger with hay that represents random acts of service. You might want an empty manger on your bookshelf.
I wouldn't recommend wanting to teach your children the true meaning of Christmas. You might come up with the idea of filling a manger with hay that represents acts of service.
I wouldn't recommend having children this time of year. You might want to teach them the the true meaning of Christmas.
I wouldn't recommend having children. You might look forward to this time of year.
So, my friends, here's the bottom line: Having children makes you stab yourself in the eye.
And that really hurts.
(See, we really can blame everything on our kids. I'm just saying.)
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