Monday, April 5, 2010

What Easter means to us...(part 1)

caution: Contains lots of pictures!

This Easter has come and gone.

I couldn't help but think about what Easter means to me know. I'll explain.

Last year for Easter, Jordan and I took the kids to one of our favorite places to go and get away from things. It's not far from our house, just about a 45 minute drive, but it's quiet, clean, beautiful, and relaxing. My kids love the carousel and the pool and the resort was having an Easter special. Plus we had a free night stay so it was really a good deal. With it being Easter, they had all kinds of activities for the kids too: miniture golf, life size chess boards, an Easter egg hunt with fun prizes, and the carousel rides were free. I couldn't resist since I was 36 weeks pregnant, couldn't move, couldn't sleep, couldn't be far from home, and just couldn't relax at home.

Little did I know that this was going to mean the world to me a mere 4 days later.

We enjoyed our time at the resort. The kids had fun, Jordan had fun, and so I had fun. We did the hunt, we ate, played, and swam to our hearts content. Saturday night the Easter bunny even payed us a visit. We came home and did the normal Easter thing by visiting the parents and eating at my Aunt's house.

I never blogged about it because I just got busy doing normal everyday things and thought that I would get around to it in a couple of days. I couldn't have been more wrong...

That Thursday is when I had my weekly check-up at the doctors. That Thursday is where my life changed forever. That Thursday is when I learned that the son we had been preparing for would not be coming home with me.

And I guess with all of that, last Easter never got written about.

So this Easter, although it was a very good one, it still makes me ache just a little from the memory that 1 Easter ago is the last time that my family was whole.

Since last Easter was kind of passed over and forgotten, I thought that I'd share the pictures from last years' Easter. Then tomorrow I will write about this Easter.

Dying Easter Eggs

(showing off the dyed eggs and the painted faces*)
*See...Traeden did like the Utes less then a year ago
Easter Bunny and face painting again!*
*proof that Trae also liked the Jazz less then a year ago!

The Carousel

The Easter Egg Hunt

The Hunt results!

the mess the Easter Bunny left!

Wednesday, March 31, 2010

Lucky #13

I bet that not many of you can remember what you were doing on March 31, 1997....but I sure can.

I walked into a training class that has pretty much changed my whole life.  The story goes like this...

I was 17 years old and attending college classes at SLCC instead of completing my senior year in high school.  It's called concurrent enrollment, and I have NEVER regretted my decision to do that.  I took college classes that counted towards my high school credit so I pretty much had enough credits to graduate high school early.

I don't remember exactly how it came out, but my neighbor/friend called and said that Delta Air Lines was hiring soon.  I filled out the application and she turned it in.  2 days after my 18th birthday, I recieved a call to come in for an interview the next I did.

I walked into the building and up the stairs.  They had a long table with someone sitting at it with my application.  She asked if there was anything that needed to be changed or added and looked over it one last time.  She did mention that on the history section (this application was a freakin' novel), I had not gone back 10 years.  I told her because 10 years ago I was in 3rd grade.  It didn't matter...I still needed to list my elementary and Jr. High schools (seems pretty silly to me).  After on last glance over, she took the application and had me follow into an office. 

Some one came in shortly and asked me a few questions.  I much have passed that part, cause I was led to another office with a computer.  This was for the typing test.  I must have passed that too, cause I was once again led to another office with a manager sitting in it.  She asked a few more questions and seemed pleased by my answers.  She walked me to the top of the stairs and said I'd be hearing from them if there was a job available.

I don't really remember how much time went by, but I did recieve a call asking if I was able to start a training class the first part of May.  Thrilled I said absolutely.  Another week went by and I was called again.  This time I was asked if I could attend the March training class instead of the May one.  I worked some things out, and was told that the class would start on March 31st.

So here I am...March 31st...13 years later!

In honor of my 13 year anniversary (which doesn't mean anything to delta-they only care about the anniversaries divisable by 5's), I'd thought I just mention my history with Delta Air Lines.

I started March 31st, 1997.  I was hired as an associate (or part-time).  I recieved an hourly pay rate and travel passes.  In 1999 all associates were converted to 'part-time' and given all the same benefits as the full-time agents. 

I started in 'GS' or 'General Sales.'  I mostly handled Skymiles questions, reservations, and ticket reissues.  After about 5 years I moved departments to OAL or Other Airline Awards.  I would book skymile tickets on all of our partner airlines here.  I really enjoyed that too.  It was always a puzzle to try and find something for someone and I really enjoyed the challenge.  Then in Dec. of 2004, Delta was allowing people to transfer to the Airport.  I decided to take a chance (I really doubted that I would ever be offered the job) to transfer over to the airport.  Well, low and behold, I did get the offer-even though I was 8.5 months pregnant with my daughter.  I have been on the ramp loading the planes ever since.  And I LOVE it!

And that is my story.  Not too bad for someone who just thought I could do the job while I was going to school and maybe take advantage of the benefits alittle too.

I am grateful for all the opportunities that my job has allowed me over the last 13 years.  I have taken incredible trips and seen incredible things by working for an airline.  I now consider this my career and hope that I'll be there at least another 13 years.

Friday, March 26, 2010

Things that Make Me Smile!

As I've lived my normal, boring, everyday life over the last couple weeks, I've really taken note on things around me-especially things that make me smile.

Life can so mundane.  At least for me it can.  I get into the same routines: chores, cleaning (yes I do this once in awhile), carpool, sports, dance, work, etc. that I feel like certain things just pass me by.

Here are just a couple of things that I've noticed lately that make me smile and happy:

Crocheting-this dress is for a friend's new baby.  I realized when it was finished that I LOVE to crochet and I LOVE even more the finished this.

Baseball-sounds weird coming from my basketball favoring mouth, but I had so much fun last year watching Traeden get into it and the new season is about to start again...and I can't wait.

 Costumes-I bought this dress for Elie in Spain.  When I gave it to her she cried.  She wanted a soccer jersey like Traeden got.  Well, yesterday she wanted to wear this to play in and all the kids wanted it.  Now I can't get her to take it off!

 Guacamole-bad picture, I know, but I've never been able to achieve prefection when it comes to this dip.  And I think that I just did thanks to one of the other basketball dads.

 (can you guess which one is Traeden's?)

that's right

this one!

 Pinewood Derby-OK...this one really doesn't make me happy.  In fact, it's caused a lot of friction around our house.  But Last night, at the derby, nothing could make me smile prouder then a boy scout posing with his dad and his car.

Just writing about all this stuff brings a Big Ol' Smile to my Face!

Wednesday, March 17, 2010

St. Patricks Day 2010 style

Here is an article that I found about the history of St. Patrick's Day.  I for one, never really knew much about today other then to wear green or you'll get pinched.

"St Patrick—Worthy To Be Called A Saint

By: S. Michael Wilcox

The most Irish of Irishmen was not from Ireland. I did not know this just a few short years ago. In truth all I ever knew of Saint Patrick was to wear green to avoid getting pinched on the 17th of March, and far too often I forgot. Yet the irony of Patrick’s birth and life teaches us something of the quality of the human soul and its capacity to forgive, to love, to work God’s wondrous will and bring it to fulfillment. Having learned something of that life each March finds my mind drifting to the Emerald Isle over 1500 years ago when a sixteen year old boy was captured and sold into slavery by Irish pirates…….

Patrick was born on the west coast of England in the early years of the fifth century. He was a Roman Christian, “a simple countryman…a beardless boy,” as he described himself. This was a dangerous time to be alive. Rome was falling and the legions that once protected the civilized life in Britain were leaving, exposing the island to a never ending series of raids. One such attack took the teenaged Patrick from family and friends across the Irish Sea where he pastured flocks on Ireland’s hills in the cold rains and wind of the northern winters. Now the boy, who by his own admission, “did not know the true God…did not keep his precepts” found his only solace in prayer. “I used to pray many times a day,” he wrote. And God, knowing the heart of Patrick, began to mold and shape his instrument for the salvation of souls and the lifting of a country, a whole continent, out of darkness. After six years of misery and slavery, the clay was ready for the Potter’s wheel, and God spoke to Patrick for the first time.

“Your hungers are rewarded. Soon you will depart for your home country. Behold your ship is ready.” With this assurance, not knowing where he was being led, but confident that “the power of God was directing my route,” Patrick ran from his master, crossed Ireland, and found a ship on the southern coast which took him to northern France. Though not yet home, he was free. There followed a perilous journey covering many miles and requiring great faith before he returned at last to a family who thought he was surely dead. Yet one more journey awaited him, one that would encompass the rest of his life.

Barely restored to his family’s embrace, God called and Patrick listened. “In a vision of the night,” he said, “I saw a man coming as if from Ireland with innumerable letters, and he gave me one of them, and I read the beginning of the letter: The Voice of the Irish. I seemed at that moment to hear many voices crying as if with one voice: We beg you, holy youth, that you shall come and shall walk again among us.” Others who wrote of Patrick’s call to teach Christianity to the Irish said the voices were the voices of children, those born and yet unborn, thousands of youthful voices crying out for the truths, the parables, the solace, and the hope of Jesus’ life and teachings. “I was stung intensely in my heart so that I could read no more and thus I awoke.”

There followed years of study in the scriptures to prepare himself for the call. In time he was ready and one morning, a small boat with Patrick and a few friends pushed through the waves and sand of the Irish coast, then inland past the forests and rivers, past the meadows and the deep green of the fields, past the rolling hills and into the soul of the Celtic people. Patrick came to Ireland as a boy, a slave, he returned with a forgiving heart, with the love of Christ—and God worked his miracle with this youth, for when he died many years later the voices of the children had been answered. They and their own children for generations, into the last edges of time, would know the gentle God who walked the shores of Galilee, would know that they too held a place in his heart. He sent them Patrick—God’s gift to the Irish and to all of us. In time Irish monks, inspired by the example of their patron saint would spread throughout Western Europe teaching the barbaric tribes who had invaded the old boundaries of the Roman Empire. They, like Patrick, would bring goodness and light, the civilizing force of their knowledge, into a world on the brink of darkness.
“I was like a stone lying in deep mire,” Patrick wrote, “and he that is mighty came, and in his mercy raised me up and, indeed, lifted me high and placed me on the top of the wall. And from there I ought to shout out in gratitude to the Lord for his great favors in this world and forever that the mind of man cannot measure.”

And what is St. Patty's Day without our usual green breakfast:

And Happy Birthday Ann and Kyle!

Thursday, February 25, 2010

2010 Style

Here's to getting to know me 2010 style!

01. High heels or boots? Boots
02. What time did you get up this morning? 5:30 am and then again at 8.
03. Diamonds or pearls? Both
04. What was the last film you saw at the cinema? I don't remember. I think the Princess and the Frog.
05. What is your favorite show? Criminal Minds, Desperate Housewives, and Brothers and Sisters
06. What do you usually have for breakfast? oatmeal or yogurt and an apple or banana.
07. What is your middle name? (I don't have one).
08. What food do you dislike? anything spicy
09. What is your favorite CD at the moment? Any of the NOW cd's or Lady GaGa
10. What characteristich do you despise in others? Liers and arrogance
11. Favorite Clothing? My pajamas
12. Anywhere in the U.S. on vacation, where would you go? Hawaii (adults) or Orlando (with kids) at the Nick hotel
13. Are you an organized person? Only in Chaos.
14. Where would you like to retire to? Where ever could be paid off!
15. What was your most recent memorable birthday? My 30th-Jordan put so much effort into a surprize party. That alone showed how much he loved me!
16. What are you going to do when you finish this? Go to bed.
17. Furthest place you are sending this? ?
18. Person you expect to send it back first? ?
19. When is your birthday? - Feb. 21st.
20. Are you a morning person or a night person? A little bit of both. Although in my old age, I think I'm becoming more of a morning person and not so much a night owl.
21. What is your shoe size? 9
22. Do you own any animals? Luke, a Shiz Zhu puppy and Goober, a Beta fish that just won't die!
23. Any new and exciting news you'd like to share? I'm not pregnant! Just kidding! Not really, I'm a pretty boring person
24. What did you want to be when you were little? A Teacher
25. What is your favorite flower(s)? Gerbra Daisies
26. What is a day on the calendar you are looking forward to? I would have to say my kids birthdays April 25th and January 12th. I'm not really looking forward to April 17th-Troys bday.
27. What was the last thing you ate? A crepe (my birthday dessert) at Michelle's house
28. Do you wish upon stars? Of Course
29. If you were a crayon, what color would you be? purple
30. How is the weather right now? I don't really know. Probably cold though.
31. Last person you spoke to on the phone? My mother-in-law
32. Favorite soft drink? Diet Dr. Pepper
33. Favorite restaurant? Depends on my mood...Texas Roadhouse, The Roof, and McGraths sound good.
34. Hair color? Not sure.
35. What was your favorite toy as a child? My Cabbage Patch Dolls
36. Summer or winter? Where did spring and fall go?
37. Chocolate or vanilla? Vanilla
38. Coffee or tea? Tea...especially Chai.
40. Do you want your friends to email you back? What friends?
41. When was the last time you cried? Just a second ago.
42. What is under your bed? Even I don't really want to know.
43. What did you do last night? dinner and a movie.
44. What are you afraid of? more of my kids dying.
45. Salty or sweet? Both
46. Best quality you have? Don't have any.
47. How many years at your current job? It will be 13 in March-8 in reservation and 5 on the ramp.
48. Favorite day of the week? Wednesdays...It's Jr. Jazz night!
49. Positive or negative? Depends on what the situation is.
50. How many people will you send this to? 1-remember I don't have any friends!
51. How many will respond? ?
52. Do you like finding out all this stuff about your friends? Yep.

Sunday, February 21, 2010

It's my birthday...thanks to everyone for all the love. I will write more about it and so what I got a bit later (hopefully tomorrow). I have such wonderful friends!

Tuesday, February 16, 2010

Wow...It's been awhile

I was looking at my blog today and thought "Has it really been that long since my last post?"  But I guess that dates don't lie!  I guess I'll just pick up right where I left off...with my gratitude post that I do at the 1st of the month...

Since my memory is just about shot (really-it is-just ask Jordan), I am going to have to write about the things at this very moment that make me happy.  I hardly remember anything that happened in January let alone last week.

1~Texting.  I know this one sounds crazy but I'll explain.  Traeden downloaded an app for his Ipod the other day.  It was a texting app.  He said he didn't mean too (I'm still not convinced that that is 100% truth).  Anyways, the stupid thing cost me a whole $.99.  I thought he was just going to delete it.  Then last night he was laying in bed with me watching the Olympics and my phone starts beeping my text tone.  I looked at my phone and a big smile came across my face-Trae had texted me 'Hello'.  We sat there for a few minutes, only inches apart from one another, texting-laughing-just having a good time.  Then this morning at work I got a text bright and early.  It brought an instant smile to my face.  Now Elison is calling me asking me to put the app on her Ipod (once it's found that is) cause she wants to text too.  That one I'm not sure about though but it was still cute how she asked.

2~The Olympics.  I love the feeling when the Olympics are in the air.  For the most part, the athletes are everday people like you and me that have worked hard and don't get paid millions of dollars.  They have inspiring stories to tell.  People come together...countries come celebrate and compete.  Of course there are always sad stories, like the Georgian Luge rider, that make you wonder if its all worth it.  But then you see the athletes standing on the podium, medal in hand, watching their countries flag being raised, their national anthem being played, and shedding a tear or two and it makes me feel good and proud. even brings a tear to my eye.


3~Valentines Day.  I normally don't really care about this holiday too much.  It's just a day to do something a little nicer then we usually do is all, but I was more into it this year then any other year.  I'm not sure why either.  I got the kids a little something to show my love to them, I planned a nice, fancy dinner that consisted of Maple glazed salmon, asparagas, mashed potatoes, corn, salad, and rolls.  But I had no idea what to get my actual Valentine.  Then I realized that it was 10 year ago, Febuary 14th, 2000 that we got engaged.  So I had my present-a collage of pictures of everything we did that day.  Sunday came and was a busy, busy day.  We had a homecoming, meetings, treats to deliver, dinner to make, etc., etc.  But it all turned out awesome!  Everyone loved their presents and the dinner was fabulous.  I couldn't ask for a better day!

4~My new calling.  This one I was not too excited about.  I talked to my husband about this a couple weeks ago too, so it was only fitting the one of the only things I didn't want to do is what I got called to do.  I know...bad attitude, right?  Here was my explaination...I am currently on the Enrichment commitee and I like it.  It pretty flexible, low stress, and fun but I wanted to be challenged and I didn't feel like planning enrichment was challenging enough.  I wanted to teach...teach Relief Society...that would be my dream calling.  I've never told anyone this before.  I wanted those involved to be inspired to make me a teacher.  So Sunday morning I got a call from the bishop, I showed up 5 minutes before church started, and he asked if I'd be willing to serve in the relief society.  My heart was racing.  I didn't know if this was an answer to my prayers or not.  I said yes.  Then he asked it I would accept the calling as Enrichment commitee co-chair.  To be honest my heart sank just a little.  I remember the discussion I had with Jordan about it.  Then, as quickly as my heart sank, I was uplifted again.  And then I felt really guilty for feeling that way.  I am truly excited and know that I will most the most of it.  I'm excited to just still be in the Relief Society!  And I'm elated that I wasn't asked to be a pianist!

5~Basketball.  I am so grateful for basketball right now.  I was raised to be a Jazz fan.  I've always been a Jazz fan and I'll always be a Jazz fan.  And this is the time of the season where it starts to get good.  Teams go on streaks...the all-star just seems like everyone steps up their game just a little bit.  But now not only do I have a love for the Utah Jazz, but I am having a blast watching Trae play Jr. Jazz.  I look forward to Wednesday nights.  I think I get more excited then Traeden does.  So far they are 5-0.  They are undefeated and they are doing awesome.  Traeden is just so fun to watch.  It makes me forget about all the 'bad' things and just smile for 45 minutes (and I LOVE that feeling).

I hope that this doesn't offend anyone.  Some things seem trivial, but I need the trivial things in my life right now.  I still have hard days and harder days, but they are getting fewer.  These were just a couple of things that made me feel better and brought a smile to my face! 


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