On the side I sometimes do photo's for friends and families. Here is a Grad photo shoot that I did last night.
Jun 25, 2011
Grad photo shoot
On the side I sometimes do photo's for friends and families. Here is a Grad photo shoot that I did last night.
Best Birthday Ever
Wow! I have two posts in the brain so I need to catch up before it all disappears. After all, I am a year older now. The week before my birthday was kind of a downer so I had no choice but to try and make it good for myself. Tuesday night I went out and bought some Eggo waffles to make for the kids for breakfast so that they would be in better spirits when I woke up at least. It was a hit. Malakai explained that "he knew it was a special day" just because we were having waffles. It turns out that it was even more special because they were Eggo and not daddy's. Trust me when I say this though, Daddy's are far, far tastier and better for you than Eggo's.
I knew everyone at work had something planned since they told me to keep my birthday lunch free but I had no idea it would end up being that special. When they asked me to pick a restaurant I was immediately knocking out the ones I didn't want to go to. Trust me, this little town has two really good dinners but the rest can sometimes end up kind of sketchy. To my surprise we ended up at Earls in the city with more than a one hour lunch break. What an amazing time with friends. I felt so special and enjoyed myself immensely.
After work Karl came over with Ciera and we had dinner and a visit. Krista came all the way from edmonton to hand deliver a birthday card and present.
Then to wrap up my special day the "Hosers" had our routine Wednesday night game. That was also so much fun. Karl watched for a few minutes and when he left he yells out "Happy Birthday" Aunty. After that, every pitch they made, every run they made and every out we accomplished was for my birthday. I ended up making a few great catches and even a great hit. Everyone played awesome and ... We WON!!!!
Like I said, it was a super special day, with super special friends and family. I couldn't have asked for a better day. I truly felt like a princess.
I was greatly encouraged with the many unique and traditional facebook birthday wishes. I was blessed with the personal phone calls and the little added gifts that were dropped off or left sitting on my night stand.
In a time that mattered the most, God reached down and blessed me by letting me know that I am truly loved, cherished and valued. He also showed me how to make others birthdays just as special.
Jun 15, 2011
The bases are loaded and we SUCK!
Blaine and I joined the Fire Fighters baseball team and I will let you in on a little secret... we have never played on a team before, in fact we haven't really played ball at all. I don't think we are losing because of us though. Sure we make a lot of mistakes but it seems that there are others who make mistakes as well. So far our team has played 3 games and lost ... all 3 games. :( It is something that will take some practise and I am sure by the end of August I will finally know what I am doing and not fear the ball.
Like any sport, you learn something about yourself a little each time you play. Sometimes it is good things but more often than not it is the not so good things that make you either second guess yourself, hate yourself, or the exact opposite, feel a little proud of yourself. Take tonight for instance.
Tonight we played an obnoxious, rude, arrogant team called the "Wieners". Need I say more? I guess it didn't help that Blaine texted me earlier in the day and informed me that they too haven't won a game yet. Anyways the pitcher had this smile that I just wanted to smack off of his face and he would say stupid things to psych you out. Not to mention that the whole team was drinking and that they had their own personal set of rules. See, as you can tell this is the part that I hated about myself. I was so caught up in the fact that I didn't like them that I found myself voicing my opinions and being rude myself. They got under my skin so much so that I ended up second guessing myself and making stupid choices. Then, somewhere between the strike out and the out, out I took a step back and noticed others playing. They were playing just as bad as me. Some were cheering others on and some were throwing the bats and storming off to pout. It was then and there that I needed to make a choice and change my attitude. I needed to play ball and play it nicely. :) So, it's the last inning, the bases are loaded, I am on third and the batter cracks the ball. I leave third base and make a bee line right for home. All that is going through my head is ... DON"T TOUCH THE HOME PLATE!!! There right in my path the back catcher crouches down and catches the ball, but it is too late. I am not stopping and I bulldozed right through her knocking her flat on her side with me pinning her down.
That is when the proud feeling kicked in. :) I didn't intend to do that in the least bit but I have to admit ... it was a little fun!!
Like any sport, you learn something about yourself a little each time you play. Sometimes it is good things but more often than not it is the not so good things that make you either second guess yourself, hate yourself, or the exact opposite, feel a little proud of yourself. Take tonight for instance.
Tonight we played an obnoxious, rude, arrogant team called the "Wieners". Need I say more? I guess it didn't help that Blaine texted me earlier in the day and informed me that they too haven't won a game yet. Anyways the pitcher had this smile that I just wanted to smack off of his face and he would say stupid things to psych you out. Not to mention that the whole team was drinking and that they had their own personal set of rules. See, as you can tell this is the part that I hated about myself. I was so caught up in the fact that I didn't like them that I found myself voicing my opinions and being rude myself. They got under my skin so much so that I ended up second guessing myself and making stupid choices. Then, somewhere between the strike out and the out, out I took a step back and noticed others playing. They were playing just as bad as me. Some were cheering others on and some were throwing the bats and storming off to pout. It was then and there that I needed to make a choice and change my attitude. I needed to play ball and play it nicely. :) So, it's the last inning, the bases are loaded, I am on third and the batter cracks the ball. I leave third base and make a bee line right for home. All that is going through my head is ... DON"T TOUCH THE HOME PLATE!!! There right in my path the back catcher crouches down and catches the ball, but it is too late. I am not stopping and I bulldozed right through her knocking her flat on her side with me pinning her down.
That is when the proud feeling kicked in. :) I didn't intend to do that in the least bit but I have to admit ... it was a little fun!!
Jun 14, 2011
Somethings just stay the same.
I have a big confession to make ... For years I have been a tad on the OCD side. I have improved immensely, especially considering how bad I was when Keegan was born. I wouldn't doubt if half of his problems were because of the way I was in his growing up years. :) Take when he was just nearing two years old for example. I was a stay at home mom and I would often spend all my free time cleaning and organizing. In fact I did so much organizing that it was a common thing for people to stop in for a visit and make a comment about me re arranging the rooms or the furniture. Still to this day if something stays the same for more than 6 months it is something to boast about. Either that or keep quiet because saying something might cause me to want to change things.
I remember one day in particular though. I had cleaned Keegan's room and was just finishing up down stairs when Keegan so proudly toddled down the stairs and announced "Mommy, tome see, I dorganized my room". Fear clutched at my chest as he wrapped his pudgy little hand around my fingers and took the stairs one step at a time. When we reached his room everything in me wanted to scream. There in the middle of his room were all his stuffies, all his toys and all his books in one giant heap all piled on his favorite blanket. I can still see his big smile and his bright eyes as he was so proud of himself, all the while making me want to cry.
last week Keegan had no school for two days so he was at home alone. When I came home on my lunch break he met me at the door and was so excited to announce that he unloaded and loaded the dishwasher and he cleaned his and Ginny's bedrooms. My immediate thought was panic but when I looked at his masterpiece it was a bit of Joy, humour and sadness all mixed in one. I was joyful because the bedrooms were actually clean and he was capable of doing a good job. Humour because of his unique skill that he took in making sure it wasn't just clean but a masterpiece and sadness because once upon a time, 10 years ago a little boy was so excited to make his mommy proud and at that moment she was anything but.
I remember one day in particular though. I had cleaned Keegan's room and was just finishing up down stairs when Keegan so proudly toddled down the stairs and announced "Mommy, tome see, I dorganized my room". Fear clutched at my chest as he wrapped his pudgy little hand around my fingers and took the stairs one step at a time. When we reached his room everything in me wanted to scream. There in the middle of his room were all his stuffies, all his toys and all his books in one giant heap all piled on his favorite blanket. I can still see his big smile and his bright eyes as he was so proud of himself, all the while making me want to cry.
last week Keegan had no school for two days so he was at home alone. When I came home on my lunch break he met me at the door and was so excited to announce that he unloaded and loaded the dishwasher and he cleaned his and Ginny's bedrooms. My immediate thought was panic but when I looked at his masterpiece it was a bit of Joy, humour and sadness all mixed in one. I was joyful because the bedrooms were actually clean and he was capable of doing a good job. Humour because of his unique skill that he took in making sure it wasn't just clean but a masterpiece and sadness because once upon a time, 10 years ago a little boy was so excited to make his mommy proud and at that moment she was anything but.
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