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Mushy:
He's home! He's home! I'm just grateful he woke me up this morning before he left for the day (around 5AM), because I didn't see him until now (about 10PM.) I love him. I love him. I love him!
Not-So-Mushy:
"Money is the root of all evil." A little over a year ago, I attended a poverty simulation put on by my aunt's branch of the local community action agency. It was horrible. Don't get me wrong - they had put a lot of hard work and effort into organizing it and everything went just as planned. My mother and I were "lovers" (weird, I know) with a young baby. In order to "go" anywhere, we had to pay with these travel tickets which you could only get from a very, very shady place. You also had to go there to cash out your paychecks, but they didn't always give you the correct amount of money and were unwilling to deal with you once they hadn't given you all of your money. One of us always had to have the baby, or we had to leave her in "childcare" and each day was only so long. We had no "time" to do anything and even left our baby in childcare one "day." Oops. You know what's terrible though? It's a teensie bit realistic. Of course no one would actually leave their baby in daycare on purpose, but parts of it can (and do) really happen. When you're at or below the poverty level, time is precious. That's something that really stood out from the poverty simulation. When you're struggling to "make ends meet," unless you find a job paying better than minimum wage, much of your time will be spent working long hours. For my husband that means working many hours at a job where he is 1) unhappy 2) not living up to his enormous potential 3) being misused 4) too tall/a bad physical fit for doing what he is tasked to do. He's gone for a majority of the day and sore when he finally gets home. The only time he actually enjoys working is when he's officiating either football or basketball, and of course that takes up most of his other free time. I completely support him in doing something he enjoys - it's just hard. He wouldn't work so much if we didn't need the money... and here's where another old adage comes into use: "Time is money." The longer he works, the more money he earns. The less he works, a.k.a. the more time spent at home, the harder it is to make ends meet. I wish it wasn't like that. I understand the need to work. In a perfect society, everyone would contribute their skills to the needs of the community. Of course, everyone would also end up with everything they needed in that kind of situation (maybe not all wants, but certainly their needs) too. But that's not my reality right now. Job applications and a sore husband are.
Ultimately, I'm grateful that Charles has a job and a hobby which he enjoys and which really helps us out. I'm grateful for being able to have the necessities and even for the challenges which face us every day and help us grow. I'm especially grateful for Charles, who is everything I've ever wanted and more. His gentleness and sweetness make me happy and whole on a daily basis. I couldn't ask for more.
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So, while I clean (which I did for a large portion of the day) I really like to listen to music or watch TV shows on Hulu on my laptop. I found a new show today which I'm really into. It's called Once Upon A Time. Okay, okay, don't turn away yet. It's actually pretty good. It's not all lollipops and sunshine. There's an evil queen, a heroine and a pretty good plot line. I just hope they actually finish this show. It seems like the TV people enjoy canceling all of the shows I actually get into. *ahemTheEvent;OffTheMap;PushingUpDaisies;mustIgoon?*
He's home! He's home! I'm just grateful he woke me up this morning before he left for the day (around 5AM), because I didn't see him until now (about 10PM.) I love him. I love him. I love him!
Not-So-Mushy:
"Money is the root of all evil." A little over a year ago, I attended a poverty simulation put on by my aunt's branch of the local community action agency. It was horrible. Don't get me wrong - they had put a lot of hard work and effort into organizing it and everything went just as planned. My mother and I were "lovers" (weird, I know) with a young baby. In order to "go" anywhere, we had to pay with these travel tickets which you could only get from a very, very shady place. You also had to go there to cash out your paychecks, but they didn't always give you the correct amount of money and were unwilling to deal with you once they hadn't given you all of your money. One of us always had to have the baby, or we had to leave her in "childcare" and each day was only so long. We had no "time" to do anything and even left our baby in childcare one "day." Oops. You know what's terrible though? It's a teensie bit realistic. Of course no one would actually leave their baby in daycare on purpose, but parts of it can (and do) really happen. When you're at or below the poverty level, time is precious. That's something that really stood out from the poverty simulation. When you're struggling to "make ends meet," unless you find a job paying better than minimum wage, much of your time will be spent working long hours. For my husband that means working many hours at a job where he is 1) unhappy 2) not living up to his enormous potential 3) being misused 4) too tall/a bad physical fit for doing what he is tasked to do. He's gone for a majority of the day and sore when he finally gets home. The only time he actually enjoys working is when he's officiating either football or basketball, and of course that takes up most of his other free time. I completely support him in doing something he enjoys - it's just hard. He wouldn't work so much if we didn't need the money... and here's where another old adage comes into use: "Time is money." The longer he works, the more money he earns. The less he works, a.k.a. the more time spent at home, the harder it is to make ends meet. I wish it wasn't like that. I understand the need to work. In a perfect society, everyone would contribute their skills to the needs of the community. Of course, everyone would also end up with everything they needed in that kind of situation (maybe not all wants, but certainly their needs) too. But that's not my reality right now. Job applications and a sore husband are.
Ultimately, I'm grateful that Charles has a job and a hobby which he enjoys and which really helps us out. I'm grateful for being able to have the necessities and even for the challenges which face us every day and help us grow. I'm especially grateful for Charles, who is everything I've ever wanted and more. His gentleness and sweetness make me happy and whole on a daily basis. I couldn't ask for more.
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So, while I clean (which I did for a large portion of the day) I really like to listen to music or watch TV shows on Hulu on my laptop. I found a new show today which I'm really into. It's called Once Upon A Time. Okay, okay, don't turn away yet. It's actually pretty good. It's not all lollipops and sunshine. There's an evil queen, a heroine and a pretty good plot line. I just hope they actually finish this show. It seems like the TV people enjoy canceling all of the shows I actually get into. *ahemTheEvent;OffTheMap;PushingUpDaisies;mustIgoon?*
Mushy:
Babies are so cute!! To be completely honest, I always thought babies were some of the ugliest little humans and I couldn't understand why people always "ooh"-ed and "aww"-ed at them. I am proud of myself for not being one of the worst offenders though. Guess who is. Charles! (And apparently he's proud of it.) He has this ability I call "Baydar" or "Baby Radar" because if there's a baby anywhere in our vicinity he seems to find it and coo in its direction. The younger, the more he melts. It's so adorable. On that note, he has a brother who is very similar in his reaction to babies and young children. I remember on the night of our open house he ended up holding a little girl who is the same age as Charles's daughter from his first marriage, Onnamaria. Chris was soo gentle with her and walking around like he was holding something really fragile and important (because, well, he was.) In fact, I heard him mumble how he didn't want anyone to bump the baby - they could bump his injured knee, but "don't bump the baby." It's super cute. Charles's other brothers aren't really old enough to care about babies yet but I'm sure they'll all be just as good with them. I'm so excited for when Charles and I have one of our own and his whole family is just melting over our precious gift from the Lord (whose middle name will not be "juvenile delinquent.")
Now that I'm thinking about it, I have no idea how my two brothers are with babies. I think they pretty much fall into the "don't really care" category for now, although I'm sure they would have a similar response just because of how they are. As far as sisters go (Charles and I both have one biological sister each) Kymberlee is really great with little kids. They typically really enjoy spending time with her - almost as much as she enjoys spending time with them, I think. Brittany babysits a two year-old on a fairly regular basis and enjoys it but I don't really see her melting over babies like her brothers.
On the subject of names, it's interesting how everyone has their own unique preferences when it comes to how their relatives will refer to them. All my life, my grandparents were "Grandma" or "Grandpa" unless we were being formal (with talking to someone else) and I referred to them as "Grandmother" and "Grandfather." Now that I think of it though, my grandmother on my father's side goes by her first name, not her last. Instead of "Grandma Eden" it's "Grandma Nadeoui" (it's French - that might help with pronunciation.) I guess I always just figured my children would call their grandparents, my parents and in-laws, Grandma and Grandpa so-and-so. As it turns out, however, my Step-Dad, Mark, wants our children to call him "Poppy" and Charles's dad wants "Granddad." I guess their only "Grandpa" will be my dad. It doesn't bother me - it's just interesting. The only other name preference I know of is my sister, Kym. Instead of "Aunt Kym," she wants to be called "Aunt Kymberlee," which, again, I don't mind. It's actually kinda cool that everyone is thinking about those little things for when there are grandchildren/cousins to worry about.
I do love my family. In the previous paragraph, I mentioned my step-dad, Mark. He's awesome. Yes, my parents are divorced and both re-married. I'd lived with my mother and step-father ever since I was about 14 or 15. Even before they both got re-married, our family was pretty large but their marriages made it even larger. Both of their new spouses already had four children, so I have many more than just one sister. I actually have seven, both older and younger, if you include my step-sisters. I also have two step-brothers, one older and one younger. Again, I love my family - and that does include them.
Not-So-Mushy:
HAHA!! A friend of mine posted a Christmas video from this company to her daughter and I HAD to give it a try with Charles's name. Here's his (yes, he's on the naughty list!):
http://www.portablenorthpole.tv/watch/g0S-h5pLNR7fV46JpaTQ0yA?utm_campaign=share-video&utm_medium=share&utm_source=copy-paste
It's ridiculously hilarious and would make any kid happy to see their own personalized message. I know I was very impressed with how detailed it gets.
On another note, I surprised myself yesterday. When we went to go pick up my medicine from the Walmart pharmacy, the lady at the counter asked me my name and I said "Lora Eden." Oh no!! Yeah, that's definitely not my name anymore. I guess I'm still in the newlywed grace period, but it's weird. I know my name is Lora Lacey now, but it hasn't really sunk in yet. That's what happens when your answer to "What is your name" for twenty years has been one thing, but now it's another thing - an awesome thing, but something different nonetheless.
Speaking of my last name, I'm so glad it's "Lacey" and not something really off the wall like (ha - you thought I was going to give an example. Pshhh.) But you know what I mean. Growing up, my mom would tell this story of girls she knew who were named "Ima" and "Ura Peacock." Then, when one or the other of them got married? Last name: "Hog." Ouch. As if growing up with first names and last names like that wasn't bad enough. Sheesh. Anyway, I love my last name. It also happens to sound awesome paired with my first and middle names. When a former Young Womens leader heard I was getting married and whom I was getting married too she said "That's a sexy name!" Score! Know what else is awesome? The man I married to get that name. Really, though, I would have married him even if I didn't like his last name. He is everything I've ever wanted and more. I never expected to get someone as amazing as him but I'm so glad I did!
So, tonight was our ward Christmas party but my sweetheart was officiating in Marshalltown so I tagged-along with my in-laws at their ward's party. Thing is, the only people I really know are my in-laws and a few families with small children. I basically followed my sister-in-law, Brittany, around the whole night. I don't think she minded because she was grabbing my hand and making sure I was around her while we were moving around the room. (I really appreciated it because I'm not good at being on my own.) Thankfully, Charles called soon after we started eating to say he was on his way there. From that point on, I jumped every time I saw someone come up from the direction of the front door. What can I say? I was excited to see him! Finally, he appeared and I jumped up to hug and kiss him. It was nice spending time with my in-laws, whom I am grateful to have and especially grateful for the fact that we get along well, but I was so happy to see Charles standing there. It's true when you say your "significant other" is your "better half." I literally felt complete when I saw his face across the room. Cliche, I know, but it's true. I am so grateful to have found that one person who completes me and makes me feel comfortable even if I'm in a room mostly full of people I don't know.
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Babies are so cute!! To be completely honest, I always thought babies were some of the ugliest little humans and I couldn't understand why people always "ooh"-ed and "aww"-ed at them. I am proud of myself for not being one of the worst offenders though. Guess who is. Charles! (And apparently he's proud of it.) He has this ability I call "Baydar" or "Baby Radar" because if there's a baby anywhere in our vicinity he seems to find it and coo in its direction. The younger, the more he melts. It's so adorable. On that note, he has a brother who is very similar in his reaction to babies and young children. I remember on the night of our open house he ended up holding a little girl who is the same age as Charles's daughter from his first marriage, Onnamaria. Chris was soo gentle with her and walking around like he was holding something really fragile and important (because, well, he was.) In fact, I heard him mumble how he didn't want anyone to bump the baby - they could bump his injured knee, but "don't bump the baby." It's super cute. Charles's other brothers aren't really old enough to care about babies yet but I'm sure they'll all be just as good with them. I'm so excited for when Charles and I have one of our own and his whole family is just melting over our precious gift from the Lord (whose middle name will not be "juvenile delinquent.")
Now that I'm thinking about it, I have no idea how my two brothers are with babies. I think they pretty much fall into the "don't really care" category for now, although I'm sure they would have a similar response just because of how they are. As far as sisters go (Charles and I both have one biological sister each) Kymberlee is really great with little kids. They typically really enjoy spending time with her - almost as much as she enjoys spending time with them, I think. Brittany babysits a two year-old on a fairly regular basis and enjoys it but I don't really see her melting over babies like her brothers.
On the subject of names, it's interesting how everyone has their own unique preferences when it comes to how their relatives will refer to them. All my life, my grandparents were "Grandma" or "Grandpa" unless we were being formal (with talking to someone else) and I referred to them as "Grandmother" and "Grandfather." Now that I think of it though, my grandmother on my father's side goes by her first name, not her last. Instead of "Grandma Eden" it's "Grandma Nadeoui" (it's French - that might help with pronunciation.) I guess I always just figured my children would call their grandparents, my parents and in-laws, Grandma and Grandpa so-and-so. As it turns out, however, my Step-Dad, Mark, wants our children to call him "Poppy" and Charles's dad wants "Granddad." I guess their only "Grandpa" will be my dad. It doesn't bother me - it's just interesting. The only other name preference I know of is my sister, Kym. Instead of "Aunt Kym," she wants to be called "Aunt Kymberlee," which, again, I don't mind. It's actually kinda cool that everyone is thinking about those little things for when there are grandchildren/cousins to worry about.
I do love my family. In the previous paragraph, I mentioned my step-dad, Mark. He's awesome. Yes, my parents are divorced and both re-married. I'd lived with my mother and step-father ever since I was about 14 or 15. Even before they both got re-married, our family was pretty large but their marriages made it even larger. Both of their new spouses already had four children, so I have many more than just one sister. I actually have seven, both older and younger, if you include my step-sisters. I also have two step-brothers, one older and one younger. Again, I love my family - and that does include them.
Not-So-Mushy:
HAHA!! A friend of mine posted a Christmas video from this company to her daughter and I HAD to give it a try with Charles's name. Here's his (yes, he's on the naughty list!):
http://www.portablenorthpole.tv/watch/g0S-h5pLNR7fV46JpaTQ0yA?utm_campaign=share-video&utm_medium=share&utm_source=copy-paste
It's ridiculously hilarious and would make any kid happy to see their own personalized message. I know I was very impressed with how detailed it gets.
On another note, I surprised myself yesterday. When we went to go pick up my medicine from the Walmart pharmacy, the lady at the counter asked me my name and I said "Lora Eden." Oh no!! Yeah, that's definitely not my name anymore. I guess I'm still in the newlywed grace period, but it's weird. I know my name is Lora Lacey now, but it hasn't really sunk in yet. That's what happens when your answer to "What is your name" for twenty years has been one thing, but now it's another thing - an awesome thing, but something different nonetheless.
Speaking of my last name, I'm so glad it's "Lacey" and not something really off the wall like (ha - you thought I was going to give an example. Pshhh.) But you know what I mean. Growing up, my mom would tell this story of girls she knew who were named "Ima" and "Ura Peacock." Then, when one or the other of them got married? Last name: "Hog." Ouch. As if growing up with first names and last names like that wasn't bad enough. Sheesh. Anyway, I love my last name. It also happens to sound awesome paired with my first and middle names. When a former Young Womens leader heard I was getting married and whom I was getting married too she said "That's a sexy name!" Score! Know what else is awesome? The man I married to get that name. Really, though, I would have married him even if I didn't like his last name. He is everything I've ever wanted and more. I never expected to get someone as amazing as him but I'm so glad I did!
So, tonight was our ward Christmas party but my sweetheart was officiating in Marshalltown so I tagged-along with my in-laws at their ward's party. Thing is, the only people I really know are my in-laws and a few families with small children. I basically followed my sister-in-law, Brittany, around the whole night. I don't think she minded because she was grabbing my hand and making sure I was around her while we were moving around the room. (I really appreciated it because I'm not good at being on my own.) Thankfully, Charles called soon after we started eating to say he was on his way there. From that point on, I jumped every time I saw someone come up from the direction of the front door. What can I say? I was excited to see him! Finally, he appeared and I jumped up to hug and kiss him. It was nice spending time with my in-laws, whom I am grateful to have and especially grateful for the fact that we get along well, but I was so happy to see Charles standing there. It's true when you say your "significant other" is your "better half." I literally felt complete when I saw his face across the room. Cliche, I know, but it's true. I am so grateful to have found that one person who completes me and makes me feel comfortable even if I'm in a room mostly full of people I don't know.
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"People were created to be loved. Things were created to be used. The reason why the world is in chaos, is because things are being loved and people are being used."I think this is very appropriate, especially for the current holiday season. As a child, especially a child in The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints, I knew the answer to the question "What is the Christmas season really about?" but I think a lot of the time it wasn't really internalized. When you think about it, people don't typically ask you "How did you celebrate the birth of the only sinless man who ever walked the earth?" They ask "What did you get for Christmas?" or "How was your Christmas?" - referring to the time spent with friends and family, meals eaten, and/or gifts received. How much more of an impact would our holiday celebrations make if they were actually centered around Christ instead of the things received? Sure, it's nice to get a present every once in a while but even if you don't have one cent to spend on gifts for those around you or yourself, the way you treat those around you can make a world of a difference. Sometimes all someone really needs is a smile, a hug, or a conversation to see that someone actually cares about how they're doing. You don't have to spend money to fulfill the spirit of Christmas - just give your time, energy and thoughts to those around you and you have done a small part of what our Lord and Savior, the "reason for the season," did. Anyway, it's late. I hope I've made my point.
Mushy:
Last night, after Charles got home, we were talking (duh) and after a while he laid on the couch to rest for a bit. Like a crazy person, I decided to take a walk - at night - by myself. I got all ready with my hat, scarf, gloves, coat,etc. and phone tucked into my pocket where I could quickly reach it if I needed to call someone. Once I left the house, I was walking fairly quickly. At one point, I slowed a little bit because there were a couple of cute brown bunny rabbits hopping along in front of me (and I love cute little bunny rabbits.) A few minutes later, I heard hurried footsteps behind me and turned just as Charles caught up with me, arms flailing and very much out of breath. When he finished coughing and gasping for air (I would be too if I had just ran about four blocks on a cold, windy night) he held me close and explained that he'd seen me leave and started panicking as soon as I left his sight. He'd rushed to put on his shoes and coat, grab his house key and run after me. He apparently had thought I'd gone down one block and then straight instead of going in a straight line all along (you would too if you were directionally-challenged like I am.) He then asked me if I wanted to keep walking or go home and we walked home hand-in-hand. He's great, he really is.
When we got back, I told him something "bad" I'd done earlier that day - are you ready for it? When we originally ordered our internet and TV package, we had opted-out of any of the three-month extras like Cinemax, Showtime and Starz, etc. However, we later found out we'd been given those channels anyway, much to my displeasure. I am not going to pay for channels I specifically opted out of when I started my service. After a phone call to DirecTV, I got that all sorted out and decided to keep the darn channels until our free service months are over. (You can be sure that two very large reminders went up around the house to make sure they get canceled on time though.) Anyway, Twi****t was on yesterday and I may or may not have found myself watching the last half of it because I hadn't seen it before and I was curious. It was during the movie that I found myself doing the unthinkable: comparing my darling Charles to Ed***d. I wasn't thinking "which one is better," rather I was noting how similarly Charles treats me. He always treats me like I'm very fragile and precious to him and says those things all girls dream of being told and means it. Holy. Cow. It's wonderful. When I told him about it, he laughed and rolled his eyes. He doesn't like to face that he's ridiculously sweet to me and all I've ever wanted, but deep down he knows he's my adorably sweet and amazing true love.
Not-So-Mushy:
Dear Jogger Who Goes By My House Every Day,
You are so fit!! And running in this weather! You make me want to cry. Can I come running with you?? I miss my workout group... and treadmills, and a pool, and... not being alone when I work out. Blah. One of these days I just might stop you and ask if you want to work out together. I'm not weird, I promise!
Sincerely,
Me
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By the way, Charles is quickly losing his ability to have a say in the names of our children. His go-to middle name for each one is - brace yourself - "juvenile delinquent." SERIOUSLY HONEY? Seriously?!! You're lucky I love you... but that doesn't mean you're getting anywhere near their birth certificates as long as that's your answer to "What should their middle name be?" *Ahem*
After I posted yesterday, I decided I would really love to go crafts-crazy, but we'll see how that goes. This girl I graduated with, Kalesa Newman, is already awesome at making bows. I envy her. Here's her site:
After I posted yesterday, I decided I would really love to go crafts-crazy, but we'll see how that goes. This girl I graduated with, Kalesa Newman, is already awesome at making bows. I envy her. Here's her site:
And some examples (again, Christmas-themed, but she has many more):
Aren't they pretty?!!
Oh, and in case there was any question, I despise liars and cheaters. And not the Daffy Duck and Bugs Bunny type of despising someone. They are still friends at the end of the day. No, no, no. This is the death-stare-and-think-about-how-much-you-wish-they-would-implode despise. Ugh. *end rant*
*LATER*
So, I forgot something fairly traumatic from today. I locked myself in my room. No big... except Charles was at work and I had to use the restroom so bad. It was one of those wake-you-up needs so of course I'd be locked in. The door knob hasn't been working for a while, so we just weren't shutting the door all the way. But then because I was really tired, I'd shut the door when I went in to go back to sleep after Charles left for work. When I woke up, I went straight for the door, turned the knob and... nothing. The knob just kept turning. I was like "Crap!" The first thing I did was text Charles then I went to work trying to find something to unscrew the knob from the door. However, we only have one screwdriver (which is not kept in our bedroom) and I couldn't find anything else to turn the screws with. Next thing was trying to "jiggle the handle." I turned and turned, but nothing was happening. Walking around the room for a minute, I decided my only option was to continue to mess with the knob so I did. Surprisingly, it actually started to catch. I had to try several times, but after a while I finally got it to turn and was freeeeee! (Picture Adam Sandler in Bedtime Stories.) Guess who called literally a minute after that to tell me they were coming to my rescue? My amazing husband! He'd decided to take his break so he could come let me out of our bedroom. Thankfully, he hadn't already left by the time he called so he could go ahead and enjoy his break at work instead of having to drive around during the whole thing. I love him. I'm grateful for his willingness to be my knight in shining armor. <3
Mushy:
It's no secret that I've been terrible about writing in my journal lately, although you'd think I would want to write now more than ever. In four days, it will be four months since Charles first contacted me on LDSPlanet.com, a dating site for LDS young single adults. In those four short months, Charles and I met, fell in love, got engaged and finally married in the Winter Quarters temple in Omaha, Nebraska. It has been quite the adventure. Every day, I find more and more reasons why I love him and more and more adorable things I want to remember. I've come to the conclusion that I'll just have to 1) have a good memory and 2) be better at keeping a personal record. When I'm old and striped (wishful thinking - I want my hair to be mostly dark grey with a white stripe in the front like my grandmother's), I want to remember these cute moments we had together when we were newlyweds... although I'm sure we'll have many more. This blog is an attempt to help me be better at record-keeping, which will benefit both myself and those who come after me and care to learn about my experiences.
Not-So-Mushy:
I've been thinking lately about productive ways I could fill my time. Like most people, I started with "I need to get a job." Good luck finding a job in Ames, Iowa, where poor college students abound and are always actively searching for jobs. Can you say cheap labor? Plus, it doesn't help that we only have one working car which I can't currently drive because it's a standard and I have yet to master that skill. Additionally, Charles's job isn't so stable that I can count on him driving me to and from work unless I start waaaaay early and end waaaaay late. I don't mean to complain. I'm just laying out all of the obstacles to "getting a job." So what now? What, other than housework, which only takes a total of two hours maybe, could I do to occupy my time? There's the good old babysitting work, which I'm totally willing to do, but I don't really know anyone in Ames yet. I've signed up for some babysitting websites, applied for a few jobs which would be a good fit, but nothing yet. I never thought I'd be twenty years old and actively searching for a babysitting/nanny job, but I think that would be perfect. I would gain more experience in taking care of young children and be able to make money while doing something I actually enjoy rather than pencil-pushing behind a desk which, by the way, is SO BORING. I loved working where I was working, but it was very monotonous. That said, I would do it again if I had the opportunity so I could help my little family.
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Anyone ever been a gift-wrapper before for other people? I love wrapping gifts and messing around with ribbons. I'm very happy about the fact that I can wrap a gift with wrapping paper and ribbon and it looks pretty awesome. If I could make a little extra money by wrapping other peoples' gifts, that would be AWESOME.
On another note, I never thought I would be saying this, but it totally makes sense. I could create things like signs to hang around the house or give as gifts like this one (a Christmas theme seems appropriate):
or beanies (I have three different sizes - small/baby, medium and large) to earn some extra money. I'll just need the supplies (and some skill) to do so. I already have three crochet looms for making hats and scarves and I was even learning how to make pom poms from this and a few other nifty sites:
http://www.prudentbaby.com/2011/01/how-to-make-yarn-pom-pom.html
Aren't they cute?!! I would just make pom poms all day if I could. I. Love. Pom poms. And tassels. Aside from those, I don't know much more than how to make beanies and scarves from a loom, as far as crocheting goes. Perhaps it's time to learn some new skills... I'd love to be able to make baby blankets for my... well, babies. (And no, I'm not preggers. I didn't want anyone getting over-excited when I don't actually have a bun in the oven yet. ;) )Now to decide what I'm going to start working on first!
It's no secret that I've been terrible about writing in my journal lately, although you'd think I would want to write now more than ever. In four days, it will be four months since Charles first contacted me on LDSPlanet.com, a dating site for LDS young single adults. In those four short months, Charles and I met, fell in love, got engaged and finally married in the Winter Quarters temple in Omaha, Nebraska. It has been quite the adventure. Every day, I find more and more reasons why I love him and more and more adorable things I want to remember. I've come to the conclusion that I'll just have to 1) have a good memory and 2) be better at keeping a personal record. When I'm old and striped (wishful thinking - I want my hair to be mostly dark grey with a white stripe in the front like my grandmother's), I want to remember these cute moments we had together when we were newlyweds... although I'm sure we'll have many more. This blog is an attempt to help me be better at record-keeping, which will benefit both myself and those who come after me and care to learn about my experiences.
Not-So-Mushy:
I've been thinking lately about productive ways I could fill my time. Like most people, I started with "I need to get a job." Good luck finding a job in Ames, Iowa, where poor college students abound and are always actively searching for jobs. Can you say cheap labor? Plus, it doesn't help that we only have one working car which I can't currently drive because it's a standard and I have yet to master that skill. Additionally, Charles's job isn't so stable that I can count on him driving me to and from work unless I start waaaaay early and end waaaaay late. I don't mean to complain. I'm just laying out all of the obstacles to "getting a job." So what now? What, other than housework, which only takes a total of two hours maybe, could I do to occupy my time? There's the good old babysitting work, which I'm totally willing to do, but I don't really know anyone in Ames yet. I've signed up for some babysitting websites, applied for a few jobs which would be a good fit, but nothing yet. I never thought I'd be twenty years old and actively searching for a babysitting/nanny job, but I think that would be perfect. I would gain more experience in taking care of young children and be able to make money while doing something I actually enjoy rather than pencil-pushing behind a desk which, by the way, is SO BORING. I loved working where I was working, but it was very monotonous. That said, I would do it again if I had the opportunity so I could help my little family.
More:
Anyone ever been a gift-wrapper before for other people? I love wrapping gifts and messing around with ribbons. I'm very happy about the fact that I can wrap a gift with wrapping paper and ribbon and it looks pretty awesome. If I could make a little extra money by wrapping other peoples' gifts, that would be AWESOME.
On another note, I never thought I would be saying this, but it totally makes sense. I could create things like signs to hang around the house or give as gifts like this one (a Christmas theme seems appropriate):
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| Isn't it awesome?? And so true! More at http://www.etsy.com/shop/icehousecrafts |
or beanies (I have three different sizes - small/baby, medium and large) to earn some extra money. I'll just need the supplies (and some skill) to do so. I already have three crochet looms for making hats and scarves and I was even learning how to make pom poms from this and a few other nifty sites:
http://www.prudentbaby.com/2011/01/how-to-make-yarn-pom-pom.html
Aren't they cute?!! I would just make pom poms all day if I could. I. Love. Pom poms. And tassels. Aside from those, I don't know much more than how to make beanies and scarves from a loom, as far as crocheting goes. Perhaps it's time to learn some new skills... I'd love to be able to make baby blankets for my... well, babies. (And no, I'm not preggers. I didn't want anyone getting over-excited when I don't actually have a bun in the oven yet. ;) )Now to decide what I'm going to start working on first!
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