tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-69078866887426743882024-03-12T17:45:36.369-07:00iusedtobeamannUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger31125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6907886688742674388.post-43852366720145072422014-05-03T19:47:00.001-07:002014-05-03T19:47:35.986-07:00My Youngevity Story<br />
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<span style="background-color: white;">As a Heritage Makers consultant for nearly a decade I became pretty good at telling a story- and the one I'm about to share is long one (really long); but to me, it's worth sharing and recording. As an HM consultant I LOVED my "job", and was consistent with sales and sponsoring. I strived to be a good leader and worked hard to build a team of like-minded individuals who were also passionate about helping others. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;">My "WHY" with Heritage Makers was always to Make A Difference- and I believed I was doing that through giving women an opportunity to be part of a great company helping them to earn an income and gain confidence through leadership, helping families connect and heal relationships through the Heritage enriching power of story, and also solve photo problems and help so many others record their stories. As I think back on my amazing journey with Heritage Makers- I feel blessed and honored to have experienced the journey. I never knew something was "missing" until given the opportunity to really GROW! </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;">Eight months ago (August 2013) Heritage Makers was officially acquired by Youngevity and become one of their brands. Youngevity is a wellness company, with a focus on Dr. Joel Wallach's message of health. Youngevity has partnered with many brands over their 17 years as a large publicly traded company; included Ancient Legacy (essential oils), Youngevity Mineral Make-up, Go Foods, Beyond Organic, and Soul Purpose (bath and body scrubs). I wasn't sure what my "place" with Youngevity would be and I was anxious and excited for the future. From the first time I had heard about the possibilities with Youngevity, I was comfortable and confident that those who were at the head of company were people of integrity that I trusted. Of course, there were some tense conversations and misunderstandings during the transition period and also areas of confusion- BUT, my gut, heart, and head, always told me I was in the right place at the right time. I was prayerful in my decision to move forward with Youngevity- and once given the guidance that my family needed this company and to move forward as if on a crusade, I never doubted. </span></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="font-size: 10px;"><span style="background-color: white;">This is the new Youngevity display we have at the Clothing Outlet-<br />it used to be strictly Heritage Makers and now we can appeal to a much larger audience! </span></td></tr>
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<span style="background-color: white;">When the merger was announced at our HM Reunion in August there was a variety of reactions from my team and others I had worked with for years. In being completely transparent with this story, I will say that during this time we lost several leaders in our company who were disappointed and angry with the direction of Heritage Makers. Some felt like it was a sell-out (which it actually was- Heritage Makers sold to YGY to grow both the 90 For Life mission and the HM brand), some just didn't want to sell health/wellness products (they of course had the option to focus on solely HM and still make commission- in fact, all previous renewing sales had been "grand-fathered" in at a higher rate of commission which was AWESOME), and some felt like they had been cheated out of their business because it wasn't what they signed up for. I can't argue against their perceptions of the company- I just knew what worked for ME. For me, the Heritage Makers brand which I had poured so much energy, time, and effort into- was safe. With Youngevity we had a home that was protected and cared for, one that was respected and loved. A company that had an executive team of leaders who listened and learned and KNEW what we needed to grow. Another key ingredient in place, was that the founder- Dr. Wallach, had committed his life to sharing with others his knowledge of health and wellness. He is a man who has fought not only for his company, but for the health of our nation! *BTW: Kirk had worked for a Network Marketing company for a few years when we lived in Utah and tried all sorts of products- non of which really worked, so we kind of thought maybe these products would be the same. However, after a few weeks of using the products we noticed a positive difference in the way we were feeling. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;">One of the big perks of merging with Youngevity, was the fact that Kirk was now able to be a large part of the business. He was always supportive of HM, but it was difficult to talk about scrapbooks on the golf course and to his friends. With the new business model it was easier for him to jump into the business and start to build. Within two months he advanced to the rank of Director and was the first man to hit that rank in HM- of course, he was building through the Youngevity products- but we hadn't fully transitioned over so it was still considered an HM rank! </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;">At the August convention a new incentive was announced (and I'm never one to shy away from earning incentives) that the Top HMer's would have the opportunity to attend the Youngevity Cancun dream vacation in November. I went to work immediately and together with Angela Rydalch we earned a week in Cancun. It was an awesome vacation being able to enjoy the beach, all inclusive restaurants, and days in the sun; but the best part was the networking and learning from our new Youngevity family! Everybody was so kind and willing to share their stories. I was embraced and welcomed by leaders in Youngevity. I knew that they cared about my success and wanted to help me grow my business. There seemed to be no jealousy among top leaders and I only felt love and respect. Hours were spent between the six HM girls that were there and top leaders and corporate staff as they helped us to understand the new compensation plan, possibilities for growth, and opening our eyes to a broader vision of the future. </span></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="font-size: 10px;"><span style="background-color: white;">How blessed we are to have Tom and Denise Chenault as our upline leaders and mentors.<br /> Not only are they smart and funny, but they know how to love like crazy.</span></td></tr>
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<span style="background-color: white;">After coming home from Cancun I was FIRED UP! I started hosting weekly opportunity meetings and talking to everybody I knew…. but then, something that I didn't see coming happened: I was rejected. A few people told me "No", and that I was wrong for doing network marketing, that Dr. Wallach is cRaZy, and that nobody really makes money in this industry. Even though I knew that I was in the right place, I was feeling discouraged. Christmas was fast approaching by this time and as any mother of three school age children, I was busy. My business naturally slowed down a little bit in December, but by January I was again ready to hit the ground running. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;">In February I went on another incentive trip- this one was earned strictly through Heritage Makers, and was one of the best trips of my life. It was an eight day cruise to St. Maarteens, St. Kitts, Peurto Rico, and Haiti. Spending a week vacationing with like-minded individuals was truly a memorable event. During the cruise a few business meetings were held and several corporate Youngevity team members spoke. I again knew that this company was the right fit for me and my family. And Kirk, of course has found a great fit as he builds a career in this industry. The relationships and friends that he has made while on this journey together has been priceless. Watching him excel as a distributor and sharing his passion as he invite people to join him makes my heart happy. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;">This last weekend we attended Youngevity's yearly convention. This was to be a turning point for many HMer's…. they were curious to see if Heritage Makers was really part of the company, and if the brand was important. WOW- Heritage Makers was shown such an incredible amount of love!!!! We received the largest time slot for break out sessions, front row seating, huge amounts of recognition, and during closing banquet Best of Heritage Awards were presented. </span></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="font-size: 10px;"><span style="background-color: white;">With Bill Andreoli YGY President, Michelle Wallach YGY COO, Fashion Designer Marisa Kenson, Creative Memories Co-founder and now HM Consultant Rhonda Anderson, and Patti Gardner YGY VP of sales. What an honor for me to associate with people of this caliber! </span></td></tr>
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<span style="background-color: white;">So, if you're curious about what I think about being part of the Youngevity family- there's my story. I'm 90 for Life- FOR LIFE! </span></div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6907886688742674388.post-48603705694249238992014-04-07T16:45:00.000-07:002014-04-08T05:35:24.998-07:00Instant Replay <span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;">I'm not much of a baseball enthusiast and rarely follow the game on a local or national level. But this week Kirk and I began talking about a new policy in the MLB: the Instant Replay Expansion that went into effect for the 2014 season. Basically it's the ability for managers to have at least one chance per game to review a play and have a call changed (if the manager reviews a play and gets the call revoked- they have the opportunity to have another play reviewed- thus giving them up to 2 replay reviews per game). "The new system will give managers valuable recourse in potentially game-changing situations." In one of the first games of the season a manager storms out of the dug-out ready to challenge the umpire, he throws his hat to the ground, stomps his feet, and raises his voice. Just as he's nearing the umpire he looks up towards the review box and notices that a technician on his team is giving him the "DON"T CHALLENGE this play" signal. He immediately knows that he is wrong and the call was fairly given. Sheepishly he walks back to the dug-out- probably a little embarrassed, but also grateful that he was stopped before he created a bigger scene and wasted his "Instant Replay". It's always a bit humbling being told you are wrong and knowing that it can be proved. </span><br />
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The day of the auditions was the first day that Kirk and I were leaving on our cruise so she went to the audition with my parents and some of her friends..... we didn't really know what the next few weeks would bring or we may have prepared sooner! Over 100 people (ages 12-18) came to the first audition. Avery was thrilled to make it into the first round as one of 22 people.<br />
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She began immediately working with Elizabeth Bossard (BOSS) to get her song ready. The first week of the show she sang Orange Color Sky. She did an amazing job and we were so proud of her. The competition was tough, and like most competitions you just never know what's going to happen. We were hoping that she would make it to the next round, but also fearful that she would.... Mitchell had a karate competition in Utah the next weekend and we had already planned the trip. Plus, she didn't have another song ready :). I guess the judges and the audience (25% of the judging was done by audience voting through donations) loved her as much as we did- and she was one of 14 chosen to continue to the next week.<br />
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Week One: Avery Performing Orange Color Sky: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iW7_eNI-grc<br />
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The next week was full of song choices, school, end of the trimester, gymnastics, and everything else that we can fit in. She choose a song that she was already familiar with because she knew practice time was limited. Kirk and I left for Utah with Mitchell on Friday morning and left her in the very capable and supportive arms of my parents (Chris and Barbara Mann are pretty incredible parents/grandparents- who not only brought flowers and gifts to each performance, but stayed up making posters and writing notes of encouragement). Wyatt also wanted to stay home and support Avery- I've rarely seen a brother who is so fiercely loyal to a sister; listen to the video and you can hear him cheering and hollering for Avery. The second week she sang "Who Says" (Selena Gomez)- and looked so darling on stage. She hasn't really had any experience performing on stage- she once did a talent show for the ward Christmas party, and this was only her second time; but she was a natural.<br />
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Week Two: Avery Performing "Who Says" https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NcP8VW-jeK0<br />
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At this point in the competition, we knew only six would be advancing into the finals. I was on the phone with my mom as they were announcing the winners and it was fun to be a part of it even though I wasn't there. We were so excited for her, and she could hardly get to sleep that night.<br />
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For the next week she had to choose two different songs. It took several days to decide what to sing and it wasn't until Tuesday and Wednesday that she started to learn them. She has also been on the Jr. High dance team and had dance recitals and final performances that week. Needless to say, she was exhausted and stretched. Each day she would go to Elizabeth's house to practice. Boss has been a fixture in the community with music for decades and we are so blessed to have her as part of our lives- FYI: I've known Boss since I was young, and over the past decade have become best friends with her daughter Angela. After singing Avery would run to dance or gymnastics, go to Young Women's activities, work on homework, and eventually get to bed. We kept reminding ourselves to help her prepare earlier for things like this so we aren't so ragged by the end of the week.<br />
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On the day of the Finals she woke up a little sick and was stressed about performing. She was the youngest one in the group (by about three years), and was getting anxious. But, in typical Avery style she stepped up to the plate and did an amazing job. The judges were so kind to her and gave her great encouragement and suggestions to improve her performances. As a mother I couldn't believe the talent that this child of mine possesses. I suppose all moms have a difficult time expressing how their hearts skip a beat when they watch their children shine, but it was a feeling of pride and joy.<br />
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Avery didn't win but she says she wants to do Upper Valley Idol again. I gave Avery the same advice I was given by my dad in 8th grade the first time before I went before a panel of judges: "Win or Lose, Don't let your self-worth be determined by a panel of judges."<br />
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In my church, members of our congregation are asked to serve in various capacities to help our ward unit function fully. I have served as a Sunday School teacher, Primary leader, Relief Society instructor, as Activities Chairman, Camp Director, ward Historian, visiting teaching supervisor, Ward Bulletin specialist, Activity Girls leader, and a variety of other callings. Each of these service opportunities have strengthened my testimony of Jesus Christ and have helped me to serve others and gain compassion for those around me. (I have always accepted the position I have been asked to serve in- except in one particular situation when asked to work with the cub scouts that resulted in a "change of plans" after my tearful/stunned/distraught reaction). I am currently blessed with the opportunity to serve in the Young Women's organization in my ward. The Young Women groups includes all the girls ages 12-18 and I serve primarily with the Laurels (ages 16-18). The Young Women of the Burton 2nd Ward give me faith that the work of the Lord will go forward. The girls I work with are more than beautiful, talented, inspirational women; they are natural leaders with a unique ability to live the gospel and share their testimonies- while also being actively involved in their schools, sports, communities, and family activities. I am a proud leader. </div>
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This year one of our goals as a Young Women's group was to read the Book of Mormon in 90 days. We started the first week of summer and our ending date is set for this Tuesday. Throughout the summer we have centered our activities around the Book of Mormon. Today I completed my goal and finished reading! I have read the Book of Mormon many times, and each time I become more attached to the stories and feel deeper connections to those who kept the sacred records. I testify that the Book of Mormon is true, and that the stories are actual events that took place. It was written for us in our day, and through reading it is the surest way to grow closer to Jesus Christ. As I read it this time, knowing that my own daughter was also reading, learning, and praying about the teachings- I was uplifted and strengthened as a parent. I feel great joy knowing that God lives and loves me, I know He hears me and answers when I pray. I know His Son- Jesus Christ is my redeemer and that he died for me that I may live with Him again. I have a testimony that Joseph Smith was a true prophet, and that we have a living prophet today. I know that families can be together forever, and through sacred temple ordinances we are sealed for eternity. </div>
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I don't think that I have many blog readers, but if anybody who may see this post would like to learn more about the things I believe- I would be honored to send you a free copy of the Book of Mormon. </div>
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Remember a few months ago when I was sure that I was going to keep up on my blogging? Yeah, that fantasy didn't last very long. BUT, with one of my favorite Holidays this week, I had too much to keep quiet about. I absolutely LOVE Independence Day. It's at the perfect time of year when the days are long, the nights are warm, and friends are always around. Even though it is a Holiday- it always turns out to be one of the busiest days of the year. A few years ago I even managed to squeeze in the Annual local Liberty 5K run- but I was too exhausted with everything else going on to continue that (one time) tradition!<br />
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This year I decided (for the first time in 7 years) to NOT have a booth at the Day in the Park festival for Heritage Makers or Clothing Outlet. I actually enjoyed the morning walking around main street, and watching the parade. Avery, Wyatt, and Mitchell all rode in the firetruck with Grandpa Mann and the City Council- and love the attention they get from leading the parade.<br />
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The parade was long and the day was hot, but I was so happy to be enjoying the sights of sounds of small town Idaho on the 4th of July. I have said for years that Rexburg is the best place to celebrate- we have a fun parade, the best snowcones in America, lots of people you know, and a family friendly environment (except for the lady sitting near us at the parade who wanted all the adults to sit down and the kids to not run out and get candy)- the day was perfect!<br />
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After the parade, we went to Menan (about 15 minutes away) to see what all the rave for "Menan Days" was all about. It lived up to the hype! They had a great festival with some unique vendors, fun games, short parade, and good food. All the kids won the ring toss at least once, Avery had her face painted, Mitchell bought toys (that ended up to be an empty box after we got home and opened it), Wyatt found some friends, and everybody was in a good mood!<br />
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The night ended with a party at Russell and Angela Rydalch's house for all the local friends that were in town. The "little" boys (ages 10-14) are OBSESSED with fireworks and have put all their earnings into making sure they have the best show on the block. Of course, because all the neighbors are there it's really the only show on the block. The adults were able to sit around and visit while the boys put on a fantastic show.<br />
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I feel like I could say so much more on my feelings about my love for America, my appreciation for those who fight to keep us safe, my concern for our freedoms, my respect for politicians, and the joy that feels my soul when I see my family and friends together enjoying a perfect day..... But, my writing never seems to express my sincere feelings so I will close this post with some of my favorite pictures of our 4th of July 2013!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">During the hot parade after we found Mitchell- he was "lost" for an hour or so! </td></tr>
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6907886688742674388.post-37102584609700632812013-04-09T12:54:00.000-07:002013-04-09T12:54:47.965-07:00Avery's L.A. Adventures- Take 2It seems that all my blog posts start the same.... "I was going to stay on top of my blog, and post more regularly, but then other things got in the way." Seriously- I'm going to try to be better :)<br />
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Avery and I were in L.A for about a month and had a great experience! We started our first week with an acting class with Cynthia Bain (a casting director for Nickelodeon)- she is fantastic with kids and worked with Avery to understand the scene and figure out her role. All the other kids in the class were "working actors" and Avery felt a little out of place, but loved the atmosphere. During the classes, I was able to spend time with other moms and made some new friends.<br />
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Our days weren't filled with much busy-ness, but they were still full and we always had a plan (being in California was actually fantastic for my Heritage Makers business, because I had time to focus on work without lots of other obligations). Avery participated in gymnastics and tumbling classes that she enjoyed and was able to keep up her skills. We meet with the management company several times to discuss director workshops, classes, wardrobe, and interviews. In one of our first meetings the manager was a little hard on Avery (and me) about making sure to keep up on her look. He was strict about getting a facial and staying on top of any face blemishes, using white strips for her teeth, having manicured nails at all times, getting extensions, wearing the right shades of (and VERY LITTLE) make-up, and so forth. As we left the meeting my "mama-bear" instincts kicked in and I was very protective of my baby girl. Avery and I had a conversation about self-esteem, looks, superficial qualities, and much more. As I asked Avery what she wanted to do with the information we had been given- I was blown away by her maturity. She says, "mom, I understand their job- and they are right about how I need to look in order to get a part. I also understand that my looks don't make me who I am. I intend to work hard to reach my goals, and by looking my best and acting my best- it can help to make that a reality." I was impressed with her grasp of what is real and what is superficial.<br />
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For Avery the highlights were the photo shoot with famed photographer Linda Vanoff, acting orientation classes with Zach Burnett, having hair extensions done, and getting a facial. Lowlights for Avery: having to keep up on her math homework with a mom that doesn't understand her homework.<br />
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One of the best things about our adventure, and what really helped to make it possible~ was having great family members there to stay with and hang out with. We stayed in Upland with my mom's sister- Bob and Donna Ellis were amazing! They graciously opened their home to us and we enjoyed our time with them. Every night after working full time as the missionaries over the Bishops Storehouse, they would put together a full dinner for us. We tried to not be a burden and help out as much as we could, but their generosity was overwhelming. Avery always called Donna, "grandma" and we felt very comfortable there. Because I didn't have other obligations, I slept more than I have in years! It was heaven.<br />
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We also spent a lot of time with my cousin Jen Broderick and her darling family. Avery fell in love with the kids and wanted to take their 1 year old baby Graycen home with us when we left. Jenn teaches an exercise class at the church three days a week and I very much enjoyed staying connected to my workouts. Jenn also signed up as a Heritage Makers consultant and we did her grand opening workshops and got her trained and ready to go. She is amazing and my time with her was well spent.<br />
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We left to come back to Idaho in the middle of February, with the intend to go back as soon as the manager needed Avery for more auditions. We have been so blessed since~ Avery has had the opportunity to do Skype interviews and auditions for three projects. She auditioned for the part in a Hallmark style movie, a feature film, and just this week she had a big audition for a new Nickelodeon Pilot show that is currently being cast. She hasn't landed a role yet- but she is hopeful. For me, things as going exactly as I wanted. I like that this dream is moving at a slow pace, but that she is able to continue to work on her craft and develop her talents. For a mother, it's a great situation.<br />
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Thanks for all the love, support, and interest that has been shown on Avery's behalf.<br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6907886688742674388.post-18296182183661134362013-01-28T10:45:00.001-08:002013-01-28T10:45:16.321-08:00A Few Questions AnsweredSince I posted last week about Avery and I taking off to L.A. I've had mixed responses from people. Some are excited, some confused, and some skeptical. I am cautious about being defensive because I truly appreciate truthful reactions from my friends and loved ones.<br />
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The most concerned questions from people is that they are worried that we have put a lot of money into this process. The answer is NO. When Avery first started this journey, I read and researched everything I could find. What I discovered is that there are a lot of companies who are willing to "sign" as a manager if you pay them thousands of dollars upfront (Then pay for everything else they suggest). We didn't pay anything for our management company, agents, or reps. They only get paid after Avery does- and the percent is the industry standard of 15%. After Avery took the classes in Idaho Falls (that we did pay for), she had some support and contacts to get interviews and auditions with the management company we are signed up.<br />
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The only thing we are paying for while we are in L.A is: optional acting classes, optional updated head shots, and hair/makeup treatments she may need: and we get to choose what to do or not do. Avery is enrolled in acting class currently with Cynthia Bain- she is one of the best coaches in the industry and we love her (she's a casting director for Nickelodeon). We pay for these classes: but let me stress that the amount we pay is the same amount we pay for Wyatt to do a basketball camp, or Avery to do a cheerleading team. She is learning a skill that will help her in the future as she interviews for jobs, works in any field, and applies for college, and raises a family.<br />
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Thanks for all the continued support, love, and caution! It is accepted and appreciate :) <br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #454545; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.222222328186035px;"> As we arrived at the audition, everybody is filed into a large conference center. The talent agent proceeds to give direction about what they are looking for: that they want natural, energetic, smart, focused, family oriented children to work with who posses high levels of confidence. While some families and children were intimidated by this, Avery was anxious for her chance to audition. When her turn came, she did awesome. Her commercial and monologue where spot on, and she was pulled out of the group to meet with other agents. Out of nearly 400 children, she was one of 12 who continued to work throughout the summer with a union actor refining her skills, working on her resume, and getting head shots ready. Near the end of the six week course a different agent from L.A came back to Idaho. I again thought I had done my job as a parent and the plan of Avery pursuing an acting career was coming to an end. </span><br />
<br style="background-color: white; color: #454545; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.222222328186035px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #454545; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.222222328186035px;"> The casting agent and those we were working with suggested we take Avery to La to meet with others in the industry. We really were quite busy in our lives, but I had a few days off during Harvest break and my mom was able to get away as well. We had an incredible few days enjoying time in upland with family, going to the beach, and visiting the area and homes my mother grew up in. On our last day of vacation, we had an interview with the owner of a management company. It was lovely to meet them, and was good practice for Avery to have an interview with people who know what working in the industry is about. The management company only works with about 35 child actors at a time and has lots of knowledge and experience. Most people we talked with explained to us that we would have several interviews before we found a management company. </span><br />
<br style="background-color: white; color: #454545; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.222222328186035px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #454545; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.222222328186035px;"> We arrived back in Idaho, and within a few days I received phone calls and contracts that the management company wanted to represent Avery and asked if we could come to Los Angeles for pilot season in January. After several weeks (months) of being in denial and assuming that it wasn't really going to happen- Avery and I are actually leaving the cold snow in Idaho and heading to sunny California. We have a six week commitment there with some classes and auditions, with a week off in the middle to come home. Part of me thinks this adventure is crazy and we should cancel everything now, while part of me welcomes the adventure and looks forward to the next few months. </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #454545; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.222222328186035px;" /><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #454545; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 12.222222328186035px;">Kirk and I have been prayerful in this decision and the entire family has been involved in the process. Wyatt and Mitchell are so very supportive of Avery and are excited for her. Kirk has traveled a lot for work, and so we know how quickly three weeks can go by. We will </span><span style="font-size: 12px;">Skype</span><span style="font-size: 12.222222328186035px;"> FaceTime chat, and talk everyday and will "joint parent" as much as possible. Avery and I will be staying with family in California and will be involved in the ward there. It can also be a great boost to my HM business as I build a team in that area. </span></span></span><br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6907886688742674388.post-89293455400698764962013-01-08T09:26:00.000-08:002013-01-08T09:26:11.333-08:00Heritage Makers Makes a DifferenceI love being a Heritage Makers consultant. It is a problem solving company. When I first began as a consultant (nearly 8 years ago) I hadn't realized that it was an answer to prayers that I hadn't even spoken. In the beginning it was about the social aspect- I loved the women who were passionate about helping others preserve and share their family stories, and I knew that it was a needed solution. I would attend events and my friendships with others would be strengthened. I didn't want to miss anything because I knew that I would leave feeling uplifted and motivated. <div>
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After two years of being a "part-time" consultant, my family started to rely on the income that my business was producing. I knew that I had an opportunity to give myself a raise. I worked my business smarter and started to build a team of consultants that also wanted to make a difference. My income would grow every month which encouraged me to continue to work hard. As a consultant I knew that the, the principles of direct sales compensation plans don't change- if you want to make more money, you have to do the income producing activities that increase personal volume and group volume. In Heritage Makers, the income producing activities are simple: workshops, sales, sponsoring, and training. </div>
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I have consultants in my organization who sign up strictly for their own discount, others that do it because they have a photo problem, some that do it for the fun and social aspect of the business, and others that want to take advantage of the entire opportunity that is provided: income, social, career, relationships, and paychecks of the heart. Over the years I have evaluated "Why" I am consultant. It seems to be evolving constantly and it's hard to describe. My heart tells me that being a Heritage Makers consultant serves a purpose for my life: it allows me the freedom to be home with my children and work around their schedules, it gives me the blessing of being able to help provide financially for my family, it fulfills a need that I have to be recognized and appreciated, but the biggest reason is that I feel like I am serving a mission for God. I believe that stories are the essence of who we are and that our lives are fulfilled as we share stories and serve others. I feel compelled to be doing what I do. </div>
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Several years ago I was serving in the Primary organization in my church and working with the small children. During one particularly difficult Heritage Makers week of failed workshops, missed calls, and forgotten appointments- I began to question my continued involvement with HM. That Sunday during church the children began learning a song that I know I needed to hear. The sweet words to the song are: "Tell me the stories of Jesus, I love to hear. Things I would ask Him to tell me, if he were here. Scenes by the wayside, tales of the sea- stories of Jesus, Tell Them To Me. Oh, let me hear how the children stood round his knee. I shall imagine his blessings resting on me; Words full of kindness, deeds full of grace, All in the love-light of Jesus' face." I was struck by the words of this song and I understood the reason for sharing stories of Jesus, reading scriptures with our children, and talking to them of God's grace is all so that we can connect and learn to love God. It is the same crusade I feel with Heritage Makers- I am passionate about helping other share stories and memories of loved family member- it helps us connect to our Heritage and helps us live better more fulfilled lives. I recently completed a Military storybook about my Papa Bill Henderson: when I was done I realized the impact it could have on generations to come. It helps my children be better citizens, serve more diligently, and love their ancestors. I have had similar experiences with other grandparent and family books. As a consultant I have been able to be an instrument to help others have the same experiences. Not only is Heritage Makers the best publisher in the industry, but the mission of vision of strengthening homes and families through the Heritage enriching power of story is a mission that I fully support. </div>
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This year I was honored with the company Legacy Award- it is an award given to a consultant for making a difference in Heritage Makers and spreading the mission and vision. I was overwhelmed with emotion as I received my award at our annual conference and was at a lose of what to say. I am blessed to be a consultant, honored to be recognized, and most importantly: humbled to make a difference. </div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6907886688742674388.post-26465856540782611942012-03-13T18:16:00.000-07:002012-03-13T18:16:23.024-07:00Job Chart SuccessI don't like a messy house. And yet, I find myself living in one. For the past 10 years I've tried to teach my children to simply clean up their own messes and help as needed. I have not been great at this process, and find that the house cleaning is a MAJOR part of my life. Is it really this way for all mothers?<br />
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I also try to teach them the value of hard work and dedication. My kids actually do work hard, but certainly more so when there is a reward attached. I have finally come up with a solution, that not only works- but that I am incredibly proud of. Of course, it was created at www.storybookforlife.com and was simple and easy to produce. If you have a Heritage Makers account I'd be happy to transfer the project to you, if you don't have an account go to my website and I'll help you get started.<br />
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The charts were created on 12x12 pages and a FREE UV protector was added so that I can add more chores and write notes. Each member of the family has their own 12x12 board that the smaller pages can be added to (the chores were also created on 12x12 pages with 4 per page). Each square has an assignment with detailed instructions of what needs to be done in that room. For example: Downstairs Bathroom includes; dust picture frames,fold towels, restock toilet paper, clean glass with windex, clean sink and counters with Soft Scrub, clean toilet (bowl and around), wipe floor and baseboards. It also includes a Bonus: organize under sink, clean window.<br />
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Each chore also has a dollar amount attached to it. I never liked the idea of giving an allowance without work involved- now they can earn money. And, they can now pay for things on their own. When we go to a movie as a family, they get to pay for themselves with the money they earned. They also can't do the "money jobs" without taking care of their individual responsibilities first.<br />
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I have the jobs on our back door that leads to the garage- it's a metal door so I can able to attach them with magnets (I used to be somewhat of a craft hoarder and have a HUGE roll of sticky magnet, and I find joy in finding a use for it).<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">When a job needs to be done, I move that page down to the bottom of the door. The kids can choose what they want to do, but it needs to be done before they have an option of choosing another job. That way, one particular child (Wyatt) won't grab all 6 jobs, slap them on his board and then spend the next two days to get them done. Because of the UV coating, the kids can check off the list and write notes on their boards. I write the amount that I owe them on their boards and then can pay as they need the money. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Last weekend the kids wanted to go see The Lorax. I simply said they each needed to earn $5.00 and their were jobs that needed to be done. It worked like a charm! No more handing out money for doing nothing, no more arguing over jobs, and no more trying to explain everything that needs to be done for each room. It's right there in full color on the back of the door! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Here's the preview for the entire project I made: <a href="http://www.heritagemakers.com/projectBrowserStandAlone.cfm?projectID=2157877&productId=64&sponsorID=152741">http://www.heritagemakers.com/projectBrowserStandAlone.cfm?projectID=2157877&productId=64&sponsorID=152741</a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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In reality, I've taken quite a hiatus from "blogs" altogether. I used to read several blogs of friends and family and recently have lost touch. It can actually see a difference in my mood when I lose that touch. I start to become more selfish in my every day dealings and stop listening and empathizing less with those around me. However, getting caught up in the blogging world can also have the same negative effect. When I start to believe that everybody has the reality they portray in their blogs I also get depressed. It is a fine line between perception and reality. <br />
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I guess Blogging does fill a void in me. I will make sure that my schedule permits me time to write, post, and share the things that are important to me.<br />
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Thanks for taking the time to let me share my quilt and resolve to change.<br />
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The first on the list is of course, my own amazing mother. Do you know Barbara Mann? If you do, you know she is a pretty incredible mother, wife, friend, daughter, and example. She has always had a strong testimony of being a daughter of God, and I think that makes it possible for her to be such a great mother. She has always nurtured and taught with love, kindness, and affection. She is one of those mothers who seems to do everything "right". She cooks, cleans, works, serves, listens, and devotes countless hours to her children. I love her dearly, and am so grateful for her influence in my life. Did I mention my kids are SO LUCKY to have her as a grandmother, my friends have even commented that they would like to be adopted by my parents.<br />
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Another one of my favorite "Mother's" has never birthed children, nor does she raise any. My sister Karyn lives in NYC- she is surrounded by friends and spends her days working long hours, and her weekends doing things I only dream of (traveling the world, going to concerts, celebrity fundraisers, The Tony's, Broadway shows, and the list goes on and on). And though she doesn't have children of her own- she has influenced families in a positive way more than most women. She has worked in the Social Services field for over a decade and is a fantastic advocate for children. I have seen her fight judges, the foster system, and drug addicted parents to protect the welfare of children. She is the best aunt my kids could ever ask for, she is so good about birthdays and holidays and will spend hours on the phone talking to Avery and getting to know her. She is kind, generous, and loves unconditionally. I am humbled that she is able to help "raise" my children and influence them.<br />
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These days I seem to be spending more time with my closest friends than I do anybody else. Grateful does not do justice to how I feel about my friends. I can't imagine my life being as happy or fulfilling without them in it. In high school I had a pretty incredible group of friends and I couldn't image that in my 30's I would be able to find those same connections. Yet, it is not only possible, but as life gets more complicated my friends have continued to lift me physically and spiritually. My wish for all the women in my life is that they could be surrounded with the caliber of women that I am on a daily basis. I pray that I can be as good a friend as the ones I have been blessed with. I don't know what I did to deserve to have these influences in my life and I strive everyday to be worthy of these great friendships.<br />
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</div>The last amazing women I would like to post about is my ten year old daughter. Avery is not a mother (and if I am able to channel the mothering skills of the other women, she won't be mother for at LEAST another decade)! But she is a great example to me, and is the reason that I am a mother. She was not only my first born but my only daughter. Through her eyes I see the future of women everywhere. I have always believed that women were strong and capable, but now there is a passion in me to make sure that women are treated with respect and kindness. Avery is so tender hearted and confident at the same time. She is friendly to everybody and wants to always make sure that others are treated fairly. She is excited to grow up, but also still loves to be a little girl. Avery is one of my heroes. I am grateful that Heavenly Father has allowed me to raise his precious child during this earth life.<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">*Dinner at Vinyl with Karyn and her friend Wade. Fabulous food, fabulous company, and the funnest bathrooms I've ever been in- themes like Elvis, Dolly Pardon, and The Beatles.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">*Stood in line at the Lottery to try to get Tickets for WICKED- they were sold out and we didn't win the lottery, BUT we did get tickets and saw Priscilla Queen of the Desert. Even though our seats weren't great- it was a fun show with Great costumes, and fun music! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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For the past two years my dear husband has been working with his brother (Nathan) to develop a carpet cleaner specific for pet stains. After lots of time, energy, and money to make sure this product not only worked- but was the best in the industry: Spotz Out was launched!<br />
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Two weeks ago we traveled to Atlantic City (and contrary to what I believed, Atlantic City is NOT the Vegas of the East Coast) for a large Pet Trade Show. We were nervous, excited, and anxious to know how the product would be received in the industry. Turns out, people LOVED IT! We wrote several orders at the show, meet with distributors, talked with Sales Reps who want to rep our line, and secured store space for the product in many more stores. Of course, there are lots of products that promise to remove smells, stains, and dirt from the carpet- the difference with Spotz Out is that it actually does what is promised. Rather than just using a "spray and dab" technique, we use an activator that loosens the spot, a brush to scrub the stain out, and a sponge like product that sticks to the dirt/stain/soil allowing it to be vacuumed right up.<br />
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Nathan drove all the way to Atlantic City from Lincoln Nebraska so he could haul the booth set up and the product. Kirk and I flew in with Brett and Heidi Parson- Brett is a partner with Kirk and Nathan (and a friend of mine from High School) and does the marketing for the business. We had a great time with them and enjoyed many late nights and great laughs. Heidi and I were also able to sneak away for a day and go to NYC- more about that in the next post!<br />
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Since we've been home from the H&H Backer Show, Kirk has been on the phone and computer constantly (when he isn't boxing and labeling products, OR running my business while I was out of town) increasing sales and working hard to make his business lucrative. I am so proud of him and am lucky to be married to such an incredible man!<br />
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Highlight of the trip: being able to watch Kirk as his years of hard work and dedication paid off.<br />
Lowlight: staying in THE WORST hotel ever- Atlantic City Days Inn: 1 Star.<br />
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</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6907886688742674388.post-88564072997699672922011-03-18T15:16:00.000-07:002011-03-18T15:16:21.313-07:00Spring ForwardI LOVE Spring! Mostly because I love that winter is over and summer is coming. I also like the time change- it means that we get to enjoy more sunlight each day- YEAH! However, it means that I can't "trick" my kids into going to bed at 6:00 p.m.....<br />
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Spring time in Idaho only lasts about 5 minutes, we usually have snow on the ground until May and then Summer is here. But, Avery was so excited to come home from church last Sunday and be able to go outside on the deck without shoes on.<br />
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We jump on the trampoline every day, I love the location of it- right off the deck so we don't even have to climb up to it. I still have some mad trampoline skills and do back flips and ariels all the time. I love to challenge the kids friends to trampoline contests. Wyatt shovels it during the winter. This year the snow was higher than the trampoline from November-March. Last Sunday it was level with the trampoline but a few days later it was a foot lower! Here's some of my favorite pics of Avery celebrating a few moments of Spring!<br />
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</div>Surgery is over, and I am back to "normal" life.... whatever that means. I have gone back to setting my alarm clock for 4:55 a.m., but this is the first morning that I have actually been able to get out of bed and get to the gym (of course, the gym's always easier on FUN FRIDAY). My rib is actually still sore, but I am thinking that will heal soon. The results of the biopsy came back last week- it was a benign tumor, so- I'm cancer free! Which is exactly what I thought, but it was so nice to have it confirmed. <div><br />
</div><div>The support, love, and friendship that I was shown over the last two weeks has been absolutely incredible. I so much appreciated every comment, phone call, card, and meal that was given to myself and my family. I actually felt guilty about how much time others were willing to give to us. It reconfirms my commitment to serving others and makes me strive to be a better person. Here's some of what I was given last week: </div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My sister flew in from NYC to take care of me and my kids while I was down. This is pretty awesome considering that when she had open heart surgery, I wouldn't even visit her in the hospital and when she came home, I yelled and screamed at her for wearing my jeans! She took the kids bowling, to the movies, to the arcade, and had a sleep-over with them. She also picked up my favorite frozen yogurt! </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Cathy Birch brought me a book that I have been waiting patiently to get my hands on. Granted, it was a book from the library, but it's the thought that counts! Cathy regularly called and checked on me and continues to ask how I'm doing. Cathy seems to have an energy that draws people to her, I want to me like her when I grow up! I am lucky for her friendship. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My dear friend Darby drove to Rigby, Idaho to get me my FAVORITE TREAT EVER! I carmel apple from Heidi's Fudge. YUMMMMMMY</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">April Dummar brought the most amazing meal ever! Chicken Strips, tortilla shells, corn, lettuce, salsa, chips, and dessert! She certainly sets the bar high for bringing meals to people! I've got to step up my game. April has also helped me with using essential oils and supplements that I am in need of. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">When Nancy Hopkin called to ask what she could do I told her I was fine, but that she was welcome to come over and visit. When she got here, she wanted to do something and totally cleaned out my fridge! Can you believe that? Next time I have a friend who needs something- I'm cleaning out their fridge! </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My Best Friends Angela and Darby were willing to do anything for me while I was out. In addition to helping with the kids, returning business calls for me, and listening to my fears- they also brought me a great meal! Homemade rolls & jam, rice, and meatballs. Darby and Angela are also teaching me how to cook- they are both A.M.A.Z.I.N.G</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Our neighbors (and horse friends), Tom and Dottie Toone brought some delicious Sweet and Sour Pork. It was perfect. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Tara Derricott brought dinner over on Sunday. I was feeling much better by this point, but she insisted on helping for one more night. She is the Relief Society President of my ward and I don't know how she does everything she does (AND she always has a smile on her face). What an example she is of being a true follower of Christ.<br />
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Kellie Esplin also brought a meal in the night before surgery. I wasn't around, and didn't get a picture of the incredible chicken enchiladas that my family ate before I could even see them! Kellie has 5 kids under 10 and is pregnant- how is it possible that she is always doing things for other people? Last week I went over to her house to pick up Mitchell (Mit and her son Spencer are BEST FRIENDS) and she had 15 kids over to play!!!!! I want to be like her too.<br />
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Not only do I have the best friends, I also have the BEST parents. I've had friends ask several times if they can be adopted in my family. The answer is NO, I already have to share them with Karyn and Kyle- and there's not too much of an inheritance to go around. They both took time off work to do whatever I asked them to! My mom came with me when I went in for surgery and was asked all the right questions. And of course, when the news that the tumor was benign came back my dad was happiest of all (because now he doesn't have to cash in his 401k to support me). </td></tr>
</tbody></table>I never thought that I would LOVE living in Burton Idaho. It really is the most incredible place on earth. To be surrounded by such great friends and families is a blessing. I do believe that it takes a Village to Raise a Family and I am honored to be able to have this village surrounding me. <div><br />
</div><div>btw: Kirk was also pretty dang incredible over the past two weeks :)<br />
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</div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6907886688742674388.post-51082939721797279262011-03-06T15:09:00.000-08:002011-03-06T15:09:10.294-08:00A Camper I am NOT<span id="goog_165118359"></span><span id="goog_165118360"></span><br />
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I live in Idaho- I see no reason to have to camp. Growing up here I only went camping once a year- that was during Young Womens Girls Camp. It was always a great experience, but I never really LOVED camping. As an adult I would rather sleep in my own bed than on the ground, I would rather order take-out than cook over a campfire, and I would rather take a warm bath than be cold and dirty.<br />
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Eleven years ago while living in Utah I was asked to be the ward camp director- that was in February 2000. I was willing to serve, but was not looking forward to camping. As soon as the bishop left the house I told Kirk that we had to get pregnant (it was the only way to avoid camping). My plan worked, and Avery was born 3 weeks early in October 2000. I still organized all the camp events, made the banners, wrote the skit, did the all the pre-certifications with the Young Womens, and planned the food.... I just didn't have to camp!<br />
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So, you can imagine my surprise when this year I was called again to serve as the Young Women's Camp Director- I am not prepared for another baby, so I willingly accepted the calling. I am actually very excited about this calling and am looking forward to serving with the Young Women in our ward (Burton 2nd ward has the most AMAZING girls and INCREDIBLE leaders). Of course, before I said yes to the calling I asked two questions:<br />
1. Where do we sleep? GOOD NEWS- this year our stake has cabins!!!!!<br />
2. What is our budget? When they told me the budget, I told them it was a good place to start.<br />
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If anybody has some great Young Women's camp ideas (blogs, websites, etc...) please send them along. I really don't know where to start and I eagerly looking for help!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6907886688742674388.post-86564681455084462992011-03-04T07:49:00.000-08:002011-03-04T07:49:21.705-08:00The lump has been removedTwenty-four hours ago I had a lump in my breast. Now I do not! I wonder if I lost weight? It was bigger than the doctor anticipated that it would be..... almost the size of a golf ball.<br />
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The worse part of the entire day was when the nurse tried to locate a vein for the IV. I have terrible veins and with my already heightened nerves I was a basket case. She tried two times and both veins collapsed. Another doctor came in and tried twice and then found one that worked. After that I was asleep. My last thoughts as I was being wheeled back into the surgery room was realizing the husband of a friend of mine was the anesthesiologist and I was a bit embarrassed that I was going to be all exposed to him.<br />
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After being woken up (what seemed like 10 seconds later) all I did was ask questions. Here's the list of the questions I asked at least 10 times each:<br />
*Am I naked? Because I feel naked.<br />
*What time is it? I was pretty good at asking this every 5 minutes on the dot.<br />
*Who is picking up Mitchell from pre-school?<br />
*Did Avery get a sack lunch brought to her? She has a field trip today.<br />
*Did somebody get a present for the B-day party Avery is going to after school?<br />
*Who's in the room with me?<br />
*Is the surgery really over?<br />
*Do I need to get dressed?<br />
*Can I take this IV out of my arm, or can somebody else do it for me?<br />
*Did anybody call for me?<br />
*Do I have any emails?<br />
*Can I eat something now?<br />
*I really can't shower for two days?<br />
*Can I see the lump that was removed?<br />
Kirk thought it was funny that I could get through my list of questions in about 2 minutes and then I would start over again. So he recorded it.... maybe someday I'll post it on youtube- it was pretty funny.<br />
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I was home by mid afternoon and spent the rest of the day in bed. I should have been sleeping but a friend had brought me a great book I had been waiting to read (Room by Emma Donaghue). So I stayed awake and finished. I am still on lortab so the pain is manageable. My sister came home from NYC to take care of me- she's been amazing. She took the kids to The Craze, Sammy's, the movies, and then to my parents for a sleep-over. My mom has also been here and spent the night. I have been extremely blessed with great friends and neighbors, I'll post more about all that later.<br />
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For Valentine's Day I had bought Kirk a ticket to the Jazz Game- my friend Angela Rydalch bought one for her husband Russell so they were able to spend their Valentine's surprise together. I take full responsibility for scheduling things on the same day- BUT last time I had surgery (tonsillectomy March 24, 2005)- I got pregnant. I wasn't taking any chances this time! So, Kirk left late afternoon and went to SLC for the game.<br />
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The most fascinating thing to me was the way that the tumor looked when I was able to see it. Somehow I imagined that it was be a small, round, gray looking thing- like a marble. Instead it looked like a piece of orange chicken! I took a picture of it- maybe I'll post it later.<br />
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The results of the biopsy will be in on Monday. I'm confident that it will be fine!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6907886688742674388.post-27088887895196776842011-02-24T13:08:00.000-08:002011-02-24T13:08:58.106-08:00It's Great To Be A Madison Bobcat<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;">I loved High School, is that weird? I'm not saying it was perfect, but I feel like Madison High School class of '95 was about as perfect as a high school experience can be. I had such a great group of friends and I still cherish so many memories. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;">Here's my Top 10 List of things I loved about being a Madison Bobcat: </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;">10. Taking Drivers Ed with two of my best friends and driving past the houses to all the boys we liked. I was a terrible driving (still one of my weaknesses), but we had so much fun and never stopped laughing. </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;">9. Powder Puff Football- all four years. Our Motto: "Pain is Temporary Pride is Forever." However, I don't think we won as many games as we would have liked. Surely, the other teams must have cheated. </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;">8. Pushing the car down the road when we would sneak out at night. This only happened a few times and I'm sure our parents knew. We really wouldn't go anywhere.... except the night we drove to Utah! </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;">7. Spying on boys- all the time. Hiding in cars, houses, under decks, etc.... </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;">6. Dances: however, I didn't date until I was 16 and I was one of the youngest in my graduating class so I couldn't even go to Homecoming my Jr. year. </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;">5. Assemblies. The planning and the participating. </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;">6. Making Posters- I think I missed 25% of my regular classes because I was always in the library making posters to decorate the gym/ school. </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;">5. Jr. Miss pageant. I didn't win, but had a great time with all 37 other girls. </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;">4. Sleeping over on the football field the day before the first day of school my senior year. (or was it the day before our last day of school....?) </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;">3. Seminary. How lucky to grow up in Rexburg and be able to participate in Religious study during the school day. Seminary certainly helped me to learn the gospel and grow my testimony. </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;">2. Cheerleading. So many of my memories are focused on cheerleading and I am forever grateful for the opportunity I had to cheer for a school that I was so proud to attend. (this a whole other blog post). </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;">1. The Friends. I literally had 20 best friends and will be eternally grateful for their influence. I am still in awe of these amazing women I am friends with and their strong influence in my life. I hope for my daughter to have the same examples in her life. </div><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mandy and I at powder puff football. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Helping to sand the bleachers when they were redone. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Decorating for the Sweetheart Ball (until 2:00 a.m.), after a basketball game. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Cheering at a football game during an Idaho winter. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">One of the MANY posters in the halls. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">105 foot bonfire- complete with road signs, pallets, posters, and Rob Frisby's old shed. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Cheer camp in Pocatello 1994. Thunderbird Hotel- worse hotel ever! </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">After the last home football game- win over Hillcrest. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Friends. That's a lot of denim, and bangs! </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Graduation Day.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">One of our assembly routines, Homecoming 1994. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Lagoon Trip at the end of high school, too bad it rained all day. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">These were the good old days when my toe touches looked like that.<br />
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</tbody></table>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6907886688742674388.post-21101649113343419612011-02-16T21:20:00.000-08:002011-02-16T21:20:09.497-08:00I Found a Lump I don't know the easiest way to share my feelings right now and a blog seems so impersonal- and quite frankly, it feels a bit uncomfortable to write about. But, I am just going to give the details and answer questions as they come. <div> Two weeks ago I discovered a lump on my breast that is about the size of a large marble. I went to the doctor last week to have it "checked out." The doctor was hoping that it was a cyst and tried to drain it.... unfortunately it was not cystic and had no fluid. </div><div> So- I am having surgery on March 3rd to have it removed. I am nervous and anxious about surgery, but am calm and relaxed about the way I feel about the outcome. As I've talked to friends and family the first concern I hear from others is Breast Cancer. Luckily, there is no history of cancer in my family, I am only 32, and I show no other symptoms of cancer. The doctor who I visited with the second time also put my fears at ease by letting me know that he has seen nearly 1000 breast lumps like mine, and only 2 have resulted in cancer (and the two that did have cancer were treated and cleared). </div><div> I have blood tests currently "in the works", and results will be back from those soon. After the surgery a biopsy will be done and then (hopefully) all fears will be put to rest. The recovery after surgery should be fairly quick- a few days of "rest" and then just a week or two of some tenderness. </div><div> Thank you to those of you who have given me so much support and encouragement this week. My family and friends have been amazing and I can't believe I am so blessed. </div><div><br />
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</div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6907886688742674388.post-54817284991543880882011-02-09T19:24:00.000-08:002011-02-09T19:27:33.422-08:00I Can't Wait Until I'm 8<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjc_gkV5fs8POYtsBRjuDjFQ_npMJjmTStPthiGzTGzJa93iCVw98jW8QqiXqHgT_9Zbky1BvcJrz91DlUmNhrHvqJ3XHKwd1W7MIybDmBtdaalsqVfa9xcidFRtc9MOxOySXT94GUcJQ8C/s1600/w+baptism+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjc_gkV5fs8POYtsBRjuDjFQ_npMJjmTStPthiGzTGzJa93iCVw98jW8QqiXqHgT_9Zbky1BvcJrz91DlUmNhrHvqJ3XHKwd1W7MIybDmBtdaalsqVfa9xcidFRtc9MOxOySXT94GUcJQ8C/s320/w+baptism+2.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br />
Wyatt has been looking forward to his 8th birthday for many years. As members of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, children are baptized after they are eight years old. Wyatt has always been such a leader and has always had a strong testimony of the truthfulness of the gospel. He reads his Book of Mormon on a regular basis and knows that Jesus Christ died for him and that Joseph Smith was a true prophet. After being interviewed by the bishop and making his own decision he was prepared to enter the waters of baptism.<br />
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The day of his baptism was a very special day indeed. Wyatt was awake before 6:00 a.m. getting on his suit. However, we couldn't find his white shirt so Kirk ran to the store to buy him a new one. As the bishop was giving last minute instruction he said that Wyatt would be baptized first.... with that being said, Wyatt was out of his seat and we heard a SPLASH. He was in the water before the curtain was even opened! I have never seen a child so excited and anxious to partake of the blessings of baptism. I hope that Wyatt always has that energy and zest for life. Kirk did a great job baptizing him and confirming upon him the Gift of the Holy Ghost.<br />
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Here's the invitation we sent our for family and friends:<br />
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For the past five years I have been able to earn a FREE trip courtesy of Heritage Makers. I work my business all year long and love what I do, but Kirk really loves that I am able to take us on a luxury vacation every January. Just as it starts to get unbearably cold in Rexburg, we get to pack up and take off for a week in the sun. This year we cruised on the Oasis of the Seas- the largest and best cruise liner on the ocean. The cruise line was amazing: two flow-riders, a zip line, 14 restaurants, swimming pools, a carousel, a Broadway production of Hairspray, dancing, kareoke, entertainment, room service, mini golf course, a rock climbing wall, and SO MUCH MORE. And, although the "extras" are nice, by far the best part about the trip is being surrounded with friends. Here's some of the highlights:<br />
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The best part of the trip was during our first stop. It was Sunday morning and we stopped in the Bahamas on the island of Naussau. We only had a few hours on the island and a few Heritage Makers wanted to attend church. We taxied to the LDS church and were able to visit with the amazing saints in that area before the meeting started. After sacrament meeting most people went to Sunday School- Nancy Hopkin, Darby, and I wanted to go to Primary. When we went into the room the Primary President asked if we could help with Sharing Time. We were excited to be able to work with the sweet children in that room. Nancy and Darby (who have taught music for as a career), took over teaching primary songs. The kids learned them so quickly and the leaders were so incredibly grateful for the talents of my dear friends. I on the other hand, have no musical ability: BUT I did have a bag of swedish fish in my bag so the children still loved me. As we were leaving we received hugs and kisses from the children. The church is true all over the world, and I am so grateful for the experience of that Sunday.<br />
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I grew up with Heidi (Erikson) Arave and now I am so glad to be able to work with her. Our husbands get along great and we spend a lot of time with them on the cruise. Every year Heritage Makers has a game card and points are awarded for attending shows, winning games, participating in activities, etc... Kirk decided to play hard this year. He won mini golf and won overall highest points of all the spouses. He earned $100 cash and 200 TAC points for next year. I was so proud of him! <br />
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Our next stop was the Island of St. Thomas. It was an absolutely perfect weather day so Heidi, Darby, Nancy, Penny, and I (along with our husbands), went by bus to the beautiful beach of Megan's Bay! It was the most perfect day. Walking through the white sands, floating on a mat in the ocean, and getting a tan in the middle of January!<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This year the theme for our HM costume night was TV characters. Kirk and I dressed up with Tod and Darby as Justice League heroes. We didn't even win a prize that night, but there were certainly some amazing costumes. We got stopped a few times from our rooms to the event by teenagers asking if they could have their pictures taken with us! Wonder Women was played by Tami Vega. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9T7cLThYiy466LIUcSqRxxq6A2XG_dLYvaj_9A-j8sLiXDvjtP-wJUO9ZY7SuJgmwdcaY62W_i2u28Qjw8SpSFVDx4ul-nDdByP8AjWZg0Bqv5ZwhTl6OV6yh9mNubqPPrETvX594rXik/s1600/tac+costume.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9T7cLThYiy466LIUcSqRxxq6A2XG_dLYvaj_9A-j8sLiXDvjtP-wJUO9ZY7SuJgmwdcaY62W_i2u28Qjw8SpSFVDx4ul-nDdByP8AjWZg0Bqv5ZwhTl6OV6yh9mNubqPPrETvX594rXik/s320/tac+costume.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">As our week came to an end we were sad to be leaving by anxious to get back to our families and our "real life"..... only 11.5 more months until we are back on the Liberty Of The Seas!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVUMWVrIrR1gtLYoDvFTVhFieZz-p8C7x3Pg1U7DtexVG9iacxuNyYdB1mMxDveQGAZoHuEQta0LsNpW4KKw3RPd_g_RoUcmvbTrDkxxo-x2WUzwEodzWsAAccDffdj1b_7J3iLUZ3p4m3/s1600/tac+3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVUMWVrIrR1gtLYoDvFTVhFieZz-p8C7x3Pg1U7DtexVG9iacxuNyYdB1mMxDveQGAZoHuEQta0LsNpW4KKw3RPd_g_RoUcmvbTrDkxxo-x2WUzwEodzWsAAccDffdj1b_7J3iLUZ3p4m3/s320/tac+3.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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Truth: We have a little car and three kids in the backseat is not entirely pleasant. Halfway into the 3 hour drive I got in the backseat and Avery rode up front. And three kids can be loud- very loud. However, we did make the journey without too many arguments. We got to the hotel and got a free upgrade to a suite.... it's amazing what you can get when you smile and ask nicely (and tell the girl at the front desk how pretty she is)! <br />
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We got right to the pool and swam for hours. Lucky for us we were the only ones in the pool so we got to play keep-a-way, chicken fights, swim races, diving contests, and archery throws. After swimming we got in our pajamas, popped popcorn and watched TV.<br />
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After swimming again this morning we got ready and came home. For the past 15 years Kirk and I always play a game we call "SCAN." You put the car radio on scan and then you get one point for getting the name of the song first, and one point for getting the artist. If you go backwards or have to stop the point doesn't count. First one to five points wins a round- we often play best of 7 rounds. Avery and Wyatt are getting pretty good also- they learn a lot of songs just by watching the Kids Bop commercials. Kirk used to kick my trash- BUT I am totally getting better. I beat him most of the time this trip.<br />
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We were gone just over 24 hours and created some great memories. LOWLIGHT: forgetting my camera!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6907886688742674388.post-81773480227855549112011-01-05T14:34:00.000-08:002011-01-05T14:34:08.294-08:00All About Mitchell<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0p7DG1Y-CaNHKreLmkhNyM0p5Jo2TVfeACatmwOpdRxrHqJGIbVFmdGO2hlyoJFfMzrZYqkH94lmQRx0QztXDBokMTybx063lHj6EDEaCdgtQZGEPLjmayVI0DOuDwD8vG-C50Iuk3iuL/s1600/SDC12695.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0p7DG1Y-CaNHKreLmkhNyM0p5Jo2TVfeACatmwOpdRxrHqJGIbVFmdGO2hlyoJFfMzrZYqkH94lmQRx0QztXDBokMTybx063lHj6EDEaCdgtQZGEPLjmayVI0DOuDwD8vG-C50Iuk3iuL/s320/SDC12695.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>1. I turned 5 on Christmas Eve and had a big birthday party.<br />
2. I love to play computer games and am so so so good- except I am not good at one game. <br />
3. I go to two preschools. Darby's preschool, and preschool at the Elementary.<br />
4. Everybody thinks I am so cute.<br />
5. My best friend is Spencer Esplin, he's almost 5.<br />
6. I look like my dad, so my nickname is Kirk Jr.<br />
7. Sometimes I am shy, sometimes I am wild.<br />
8. I want my own laptop.<br />
9. Next year I get to go to Kindergarten.<br />
10. I am super good at writing my name.<br />
11. I am really brave when I get shots and don't even cry a little.<br />
12. My mom rubs my back every night so I can go to sleep better.<br />
13. During family scripture study I just like to mark/ color my scriptures.<br />
14. I have a Santa costume that I get to wear when it's my birthday.<br />
15. My middle name is Mann.<br />
16. I have really big muscles.<br />
17. I like to trick or treat year round. The neighbors give me candy when I put on a costume and go over.<br />
18. I take baths with lots of bath toys.<br />
19. I am really good at shooting nerf guns.<br />
20. When I grow up I want to be a garbage man or a mailman.<br />
21. I like when my mom makes Heritage Makers books about me.<br />
22. I didn't talk until I was four. My speech therapist told my mom I had control issues.<br />
23. I like having snowball fights.<br />
24. I complain every Sunday about going to church, but once I get there I like it.<br />
25. My favorite way to fall asleep is when I am watching TV.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6907886688742674388.post-14056983252055760572011-01-05T11:41:00.000-08:002011-01-08T18:58:17.023-08:00All About Wyatt<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikxbM1CQOu3C05pi9uZc3MhjshRld_WiommHKHFxomZv6p1oju1tZBZ7Ls6oJIDDrP95QTtZmwxuZxguXQqYPEb-s6olYgPFhhERl4-YgOki5hNmbQiYGtYLodgQ57c_NrJyv3LQ-UKIDs/s1600/SDC12593.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikxbM1CQOu3C05pi9uZc3MhjshRld_WiommHKHFxomZv6p1oju1tZBZ7Ls6oJIDDrP95QTtZmwxuZxguXQqYPEb-s6olYgPFhhERl4-YgOki5hNmbQiYGtYLodgQ57c_NrJyv3LQ-UKIDs/s320/SDC12593.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br />
1. I love to play sports: basketball, football, baseball, soccer, and gymnastics.<br />
2. The NFL network is my favorite TV channel. <br />
3. My favorite football team is the Pittsburg Steelers. <br />
4. I am in second grade and my teacher is Mr. Mack.<br />
5. I turn 8 in three weeks and get to be baptized!<br />
6. When I was really little I thought my name was Wyatt Quiet.<br />
7. I don't like Halloween because it is a scary holiday.<br />
8. My mom wishes I didn't like to wear jeans with holes in them.<br />
9. I am pretty good at computer games, but wish I had a gaming system (my mom hates video games). <br />
10. I am excited to have my birthday party at the Rexburg carousel.<br />
11. I have never had a cavity.<br />
12. I had a big metal trailer fall on my head and pushed it off me, then I had to get staples in my head.<br />
13. I like to drive with my dad to Nebraska and keep him company.<br />
14. I won a 4-wheeler at a New Years Eve party in 2008<br />
15. I like to sleep with stuffed animals and have lots on my bed.<br />
16. I was born in Orem UT, but moved to Idaho when I was six months old.<br />
17. I ride on the firetruck with Grandpa Mann every year for the 4th of July.<br />
18. My name means "Warrior"<br />
19. I like to play with friends every day.<br />
20. All of my cousins live in Nebraska.<br />
21. I want everybody to be happy and hate when anybody fights.<br />
22. I feel sad when I make anybody feel bad and always try to be a good friend.<br />
23. I like to go grocery shopping with my dad.<br />
24. I get to build a car for the pine wood derby this year.<br />
25. I have a messy room and don't like to clean it.... but I like it when my mom cleans it.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0