Mothers!

I have a sister-in-law that writes a blog. I like to read her blog as it makes for interesting reading sometimes. She does not know that I read her blog, or that Marni does. We like it like that. She may not like the fact that we secretly read it, and it may change what or how she writes if she new. So it is better this way.
Today she wrote a blog that bothered me. Perhaps I have written blogs that have bothered the readers. If so they are free to comment on them and let me know.
She has a little boy who is almost 2 who is very smart and very cute. She wrote about how bored she gets as a stay at home mom. That did not bother me, I can see how you could get bored sometimes. She then went on to say she would like to find her purpose in life. She also talks about how she wonders how many women would have or could have changed the world if they were not “oppressed” as mothers and were able to get out in the world. She then wrote “What am I supposed to be doing that I am not. What is my big idea that could change not only my life, but those around me. I want to be more than I am.”That makes me sad. I feel sorry for her. She does not realize that as a good mother she can change more lives and improve the world so much more than doing anything else. She does not realize that if she is a good mother to her son, which will surely change her life, and those around her, in such a good way. It makes me sad that the big idea she is looking for, her purpose in life is playing blocks on the living room floor and she doesn’t even realize it. The greatest gift and purpose in her life sleeps in the room right down the hall and she has no idea. I am jealous of mothers. The roll they play, the influence they have on their children, and the time they get to spend with them. It makes me sad to see mothers who have that, and act like they don’t care, or don’t want it

What a Blessing!

We figured out that the reason Lilly was having trouble sleeping is that she was sick. When I was walking back and forth with her in her room, she seemed like she was getting tired. She was turned facing me, with her head on my shoulder a little bit. So I thought she would fall asleep soon. Then she jerked up, and wanted to turn around. So I turned her around and let her sit on my arm like a chair, and lean against my chest. Then she started burping, so I thought. She was throwing up. She threw up a few times, the last time being in the bathroom sink. It even came out her nose, the poor little girl. So while Marni cleaned up the floor, I got her pj’s off and in the wash. We got her cleaned up and in some new jammers. We are not sure what made her sick, since she seems fine today, but we wonder if maybe she is allergic to the Sweet Potatos we fed her earlier in the day, since that is some of what she threw up. We don’t know for sure though.
Marni fed her again, and tried to get her to sleep, but she still was having trouble sleeping. I feel bad because I didn’t think of it, but I feel blessed because I have a wonderful wife, who is also a wonderful mother, who is also in tune with the spirit, and she asked if I would give Lilly a blessing. Of course I instantly gave myself a quick interview to make sure I was worthy. Of course I am not perfect, but I always do a self evaluation when asked to exercise the Priesthood, just to make sure all is good. I also feel very blessed that I have the Priesthood and am able to use it to bless the lives of my family, and others who may need it.
As soon as I started to give her the blessing, she relaxed and fell right to sleep. I know that Heavenly Father blessed her right away because of the faith of my beautiful wife. That is a great blessing to us!

Nap?

Yesterday Lilly didn’t want to take a nap. You could tell she was really tired, but she was fighting it and refused to go to sleep. We went to Marni’s parents ward because her little sister Katie was playing the violin in Sacrament meeting. So she should have been taking a nap about the time sacrament meeting ended. She didn’t want to though. So we thought maybe she would sleep better if we went to Marni’s Parents house. We went there and tried to get her to sleep for a while, but not luck. So we went back to church. Normally at church if I just walk around the halls, I can get her to sleep pretty easily. So Marni went to Relief Society, while I walked around with her. She finally fell asleep about a half hour before church ended. So of course a half hour later when everyone started getting out of class, she woke up again. We went home and fed her (Marni fed her) and got her to go back to sleep, and she actually slept for about and hour and a half, maybe a little longer. Of course she was sleeping on our bed next to her mom, and she always sleeps better there.
We then went up to Marni’s parents house for dinner. As it got later it was time for Lilly to take another nap, which she did for about 30 min. She usually goes to bed around 8:30 to 9:00, so we put her jammas on, and Marni got her to sleep about 8:30, then we sat and talked for a little while. Probably a little after 9 she woke up as we were getting ready to leave. We figured she would fall a sleep on the way home or soon after getting home. She didn’t. She was way tired but refused to sleep. Marni fed her and tried to get her to sleep a couple of times. Nothing. So then I tried for probably about a half hour walking back and forth in her dark bedroom. She did not want to sleep.
It is times like these that I really want to either work from home, own a business, or be independently wealthy some how so I can be there all the time. I am sure when she gets like that Marni gets frustrated. I probably wouldn’t be able to get her to sleep any easier, just like last night, but at least I would be there to help, to give Marni a break. But for now, I work all day. Dang it!

Garlic Noodle Lasagna

My wife thinks she is not a good cook. She is wrong in this. A while back she was making some dinner and did this garlic pasta stuff. We call it garlic noodles, because it is noodles with garlic. I know it has other thinks in it, but I honestly do not know what. All I know is it is really good, and one of my favorite meals. We usually have it with some kind of meat, generally pork chops. That is what we had last night. If we had it again tonight I would not object, it is so good! I love the way she seasons the meat as well. Yum! Another thing that she makes that I love and could eat anytime is her lasagna. It is not a traditional lasagna, it is usually made with smaller pasta, but it is so good. Luckily when she makes it there is enough left over for lunch the next day.
I love everything she makes, but those are two of my favorites.

Thou shalt not Murmur

Yesterday my wife and I took our daughter Lilly in for her 6 month check up. I was just a normal check up, and she had to get more shots. She was fine until the nurse came in the room. Then she got upset. I think she remembered getting the shots when she was 4 months old, and did not like it, or the nurse that gave them to her. The first time the nurse came in it was just to get her weight and measurements. But Lilly did not like her being in there or touching her. She weighed 17 lbs 6 oz, which puts her in about the 55th percentile for her weight for 6 months old. But she is only in the 27th percentile for her height, which is why she is so chubby. J I am happy about that, because it looks like she will take after her mom. I love Marni’s height! I think it is the perfect height for a woman. Not that there is anything wrong with tall woman. I just think short woman are better. So it makes me happy to know that my daughter will be cool like her mom. Any way then the doctor came in, Lilly seemed a little nervous at first, but when she realized she was not the nurse, she was fine, she even seemed to like the doctor, and tried to play with her stethoscope. Then the nurse came back to give her the shots. As soon as she walked in she got upset, but especially when we put her on the table. She screamed. As soon as she was done, I picked her up and she was a little better. Then I gave her to her mom, and she was fine. She loves her Mommy! One thing though when the doctor was in, she was doing the check up, and seemed to take a long time listening to her heart. She said that Lilly has a small heart murmur. She said that it is actually common in babies her age and that she is not worried about it, so we shouldn’t either. So hopefully it will all be fine. But I still worry.

Poet?

I use to be a poet, and I didn’t even know it.
Then I found out, now I am in a poetry drought.

I love to write poems for my wife, She is the most important person in my life.
But lately the ideas do not come, I get stumped, sitting on my bum.

So I decided to try again. Maybe this time I can win.
If not now I don’t know when, maybe at home sitting in the den.

I use to write my wife poetry all the time, But lately I just can’t rhyme.
I need more words of love, maybe inspiration from above.

Words to tell her how I feel, to express the thoughts of my heart if you will.
Cause I love her more now than ever before. To bad you can buy words to say that in a store.

Is that bad?

Okay, I have a feeling this post is going to be a little long, so I will try to keep it as short as possible.
When I was a kid my dad had a 38 pistol. One day he told me why he bought it. He worked for an oil company in Duchesne, Utah. At the time there was an ex-con also working there. He had been convicted of Attempted Murder. I guess he had gotten mad at someone, and came up behind them and hit him over the head with a brick.
Well apparently this guy did not like my Dad, and let him know it. One day he told him that he better watch his back, because one day was going to hit him over the head. My dad believe him because he had done it before, and looked very serious when he said it. So after work that day my dad went out and bought a the 38 revolver. Then next day with the pistol strapped to his belt he walked up to the man and told him that if he hits him with a brick, he better make sure he is dead, because if he wasn’t he would come after him.
I think we let too many violent criminals get away with too many things. They get off because of the way evidence was collected, even thought the evidence clearly proves their guilt, or they get sent to jail for too short of a time compared to their crimes, then they get out on parole after serving only half their time. I think people can change, and sometimes they do. But the majority of these people know they are doing wrong when they are doing it, and most of them don’t care. Because of that I think most of them will do it again.
Take all the recent school shootings for example. Instead of surrounding the school and negotiating with them, just take the guy out. If he dies, at least hit was him not some kid. If someone rapes someone, cut is penis off, and I guarantee he will never do it again. If someone breaks into your house, don’t wait around to see if he is their just to steel you DVD player, or if he is there to harm your family. Assume there is a threat to your family and protect them.
I think if there were less tolerance for these kinds of crimes there would be a lot less of them. If they new that if they break into someone’s house they may not walk out again, if they take hostages the only negotiating will be between the two snipers about which one has the best shot, and if they have to sexually assult someone to feel like a man, everything man about them will be taken away, maybe they would reconsider their stupid ideas.
I hope this does not sound too harsh, maybe to some extent it is, but what I am trying to say is that we need to defend the victoms not the criminals, we need to protect our rights to live, and those of our families, we need to stop letting people get away with their crimes. We need to let them know we are not afraid to defend ourselves, that even though maybe not literally, we have our guns strapped to out belts and will use them to protect ourselves if we need to.

To Breathe

I think I figured out why some people have a blog. It gives them a chance to breathe. The only reason I am writing this right now is because I am sitting here at work, and I am a little stressed. I just need a break, a chance to breathe. I guess it gives a new meaning to venting. Other than that I think some of the things that I have written are just Ideas that are bouncing around in my head. Maybe if I write them down, they won't bounce around so much. Maybe they will, I don't know. Well I have to pee now.

Entrepreneur

For some reason ever since I was a little kid I have wanted to be an Entrepreneur. Well I guess I didn't really know that. I just knew that one day I wanted to own my own business. I think one reason for that is because I have always considered people who own their own buisinesses to be successful, and rich. I know that is noot the case with everyone, especially the rich part. I know a few buisness owners who just get by every month like the rest of us. But for the most part people who work for themselves instead of other people, tend to be more successful, and have more money. I wonder if the more money part comes in, because in order to make a business work they have to be good at managing money, and they just apply that in their personal lives as well.
Anyway, I think another reason owning a business has always apealed to me is that as I mentioned, you work for yourself. That means you never have to wory about getting fired, because you're the boss, you don't have to worry about breaking the rules because you make the rules, and you are almost always garanteed to get the time off you request. I know as far as rules go, you need them, and you need to set an example for your employees, but at least you don't have to worry about not agreeing with the rules. And unless you hire someone to run the place for you, you do have to work sometimes.
I am not a little kid anymore but I would still like to be a business owner instead of working for someone else.
There is pretty much only one job I wouldn't mind doing for someone else, and that is Flying Airplanes. Since that is what I am going to school to do, that is probably what I will end up doing.
However, I wouldn't mind owning a few airplanes and a small charter company, and working for myself.
I have a couple other business Ideas that I wouldn't mind doing, but this blog is gettting long, so maybe I will right about those another time.

Beauty Gene

Have you ever wondered what would happen if an average, maybe slightly funny looking guy got lucky enough to marry the most beautiful woman in the world? Well wonder no more. Here is your answer! I am the average, maybe slightly funny looking guy, and for some reason I got lucky enough to marry the most beautiful woman in the world. No kidding, there is no other woman more beautiful than my wife, I looked.
As far as what happens, you get the most beautiful babies in the world. Luckely the beauty gene is the dominate gene, as evidenced by my daughter who looks just like her mom.

She makes some of the cutest faces. This is her newest and her favorite right now. She is so funny and cute!

Here she is with a witch wig. She liked it. I think she likes haveing hair. :)

Hypocritical Blogger

I guess you can call me a hypocritical blogger. I say this because I am the guy who never understood blogs. I am the guy who made fun of people who put there journal on the internet for the whole world to read, and I could never understand why. Don’t get me wrong, I am not saying I have fully converted to bloggerism. I still don’t understand why some people put some of the information in blogs that they do. Some of my inner most thoughts and deepest secrets will never be put into words, not in a blog or a journal. And some things I write may end up in my hand written journal, but not in my blog. But I can understand blogs to give people a chance to write about things they do want people to read, or just as an outlet for their thoughts. A place to write the Ideas, and dreams, or just try to express themselves in ways they can’t vocally. As for me, I don’t know why I am writing a blog. Maybe it is a way to help me get my total words spoken from 20,000 down closer to 7,000 where it should be for a guy. Maybe it will help me to not talk peoples ears off, but if they choose to read it they can. I think I am also okay with it, because nobody really knows I have a blog, and the chances of someone randomly stumbling across it is very low, and they chance they would want to read it if they did is even lower. But just in case, I am conscious of what I write, and will try to limit it to stuff I don’t mind people reading about.

To be Rich

Have you ever wondered what it would be like to be rich? I have. I'm sure like everyone I think what it would be like to by a new car, a house, for me..An Airplane. You think about how nice it would be not to worry about living from pay check to pay check, and what it would be like to go shopping without having to keep a running total of what is in your cart to make sure you don't go over you budget. I think about all those things, and about the people I could help and the good things I could do. But mostly I think about time.
I think of all the things that i could better use my time for rather than sitting at work for 8 hours a day. Mostly spending time with my wife and daughter. I have heard about people that win the lottery and say they still plan on working at the job they have been working at. I wouldn't do that. I am not saying I would sit around the house and be a bum, because I wouldn't want to do that either. I would problably still work, just for myself. I have a few buisness Ideas I could invest some $ in, and spend about 3 0r 4 hours a day on that stuff, and hire other people to do the rest. Then the rest of my day I could spend quality time with my family. Right now between work, and school, and wanting to fly more, I feel like I have very little time with them. I don't like that. I want to be able to do school and flying and still have plenty of time with them, but work gets in the way. Being rich would solve that problem.

Talk a lot, talk a little.

We were watching 20/20 or somthing the other day and they said on average Women use 20,000 words a day, and men use 7,000 words per day.
I am deffinatly a man, but if you ask my wife Marni, I'm sure she will tell you I out talk any woman!
I use to be shy and rarely talked. But then I went on a mission and it pulled me out of my shell. Since then it has been the opposite. I still tend to be quiet when I am around someone that I don't know that well, but put me around someone I know really well like my wife, and it is all you can do to shut me up sometimes.
Once in a while I will be in the middle of saying something and I will look over and she will be laughing to herself. I realize then that I am not saying something funny, but I am still talking. I usually over explain things, obvious things that need not explanation. This usually happens if I am excited, surprised by something, or if I find something unbeleiveable.
Unfortunatly it also happens while watching tv or a movie. I say unfortunatly because it makes it hard for Marni to pay attention to what is happening in the show.
I think sometimes when she tells me I am talking to much again, or rambling, or repeating myself I let it bother me. But really That is one thing I love about Marni. I love that she is not afraid to laugh at the stupid things I do. I love that even though I do those stupid things, she still loves me.

This is it.

You know I may never use this. I just thought it would be good to have just in case i ever do want to sit down and write. So if someone is reading this, there is a chance I have written more since. If not too dang bad!