Sunday, May 30, 2010

Ham Fried Rice

We love this recipe at our house. I usually serve it with egg rolls or pot stickers. If anyone has a recipe for either of those, I would love to hear it!
Ham Fried Rice

2 eggs, lightly beaten
3/4 C cold cooked rice
2/3 C diced fully-cooked ham
1/2 C frozen peas & carrots
3/4 tsp. garlic powder
1/4 tsp. ground ginger
dash of pepper
dash of chili powder
1 1/2 tsp soy sauce

In skillet, cook & stir eggs over medium heat until completely set. Remove & set aside. In same skillet, cook all other ingredients but soy sauce until heated through. Add soy sauce & reserved eggs. Serve immediately.

*I usually use extra rice, so it will stretch farther. Sometimes I add a little brown sugar, too.

Thursday, May 27, 2010

Silly Me

So, I'm still working out the kinks of this blog. For this reason, today's post showed up here.

Wednesday, May 26, 2010

Captain of my Soul

The other day I saw a preview in which the poem Invictus was quoted. I doubt many of us are familiar with it's words but for the last two lines: "I am the master of my fate; I am the captain of my soul".

I thought about how often I tell people to 'have a good day!' while walking away or ending a phone conversation. It's as if I am wishing for them that everything will turn out, because, after all, they have no control over what will happen, right?

In contrast I have a friend who, instead of saying 'have a great day' will say 'make a great day.' The first time I heard her say it I reared back a little; how dare anyone change one of the thoughtless, meaningless phrases that we fling at each other! Once I had acclimated, however, I gave it some thought. What a clever thing to say! A good day doesn't just happen to us, we create it.

I am a creator. I cannot sit back and watch life happen around me, or it is guaranteed to disappoint. I have to make my life what I want it to be.

I am the master of my destiny. I am the captain of my soul.

Make a great day!


Monday, May 24, 2010

Trichy Tuesday

I have decided that Tuesdays will be my "trich" days, where I post something about Trichotillomania.

I feel like a perpetual guinea pig, trying everything under the sun I can think of to beat this little trial. While perusing one website, I found a list of helpful tips created by others who have dealt with trich. One thing that I have learned is that trich is a very personal disorder; something that works for one person may not work for someone else. So, I've taken to a trial-and-error approach.

As I read through the list, I made a mental note of the ones I'd tried and the new ideas that might help me specifically. One person suggested that fake nails make pulling difficult. I jumped right on that, as I've always wanted them but never wanted to spend the money or damage my nails. My initial prognosis: it doesn't help one bit. Maybe when they grow out a little longer it will make things more difficult, but for now they're just pretty.

Next on the list of things to try:

-Sports tape on the thumb and index finger
-NAC supplement (amino acids that have supposedly seen great success w/ Trich)
-Suggested diet found here
-CD available here

Good luck fellow trichsters!


Thankful Thursday

There is so much to be grateful for! This week I am grateful:

-That we don't have to live on dirt floors.

-That my man is home from his business trip.

-For a working DISHWASHER!!! I opened it up this morning, and the dishes were clean! This is a first in my three years of marriage.

-For my new backsplash. A quick-fix to a mold problem turned in to a day-long kitchen makeover project. I love it!

-For a little boy who now willingly throws his pacifier into his crib after naps. Yay!

-That our church building is within walking distance

-For a budget. No really, I am.

-The Bug's cute, raspy kinda-almost-sick-but-not-really laugh

-For the Mr. for taking me away this weekend--sans Bug. Woo-hoo!

-Good friends who can chat away the blues





2 1/2 c. all-purpose flour
1 1/2 tsp. ground ginger
1 tsp. baking soda
1 tsp. allspice
1/2 tsp. salt
1 1/2 c. sugar
2 Tbs. margarine, softened
1/2 c. (Mott's) apple sauce
1/4 c. (Grandma's) molasses

1. Preheat oven to 375. Spray cookie sheet with nonstick cooking spray (we used parchment paper).
2. In medium bowl, sift together flour, ginger, baking soda, allspice and salt.
3. In large bowl, beat sugar and margarine with electric mixer at medium speed until blended. Whisk in apple sauce and molasses.
4. Add flour mixture to apple sauce mixture; stir until well blended.
5. Drop rounded tablespoonfuls of dough 1 inch apart onto prepared cookie sheet. Flatten each slightly with moistened fingertips.
6. Bake 12-15 minutes or until firm. Cool completely on wire rack.

I love this recipe (thanks Tami!). I, the undercooked queen of the universe, actually prefer these cookies crunchy. They're really good soft same-day, but after that they turn a little too chewy. I love that there's only 2 Tbsp butter, too.



Friday, May 21, 2010

Quotable Friday

Being mom to a toddler is so much fun. Taxing at times too, but very fun. I love when I turn on my Pilates workout and the Bug goes to get out my mat. I love the sound that he makes when he's pretending to blow dry his hair, shave with the electric razor, or vacuum. It is so fun to watch him mimic everything we do; he wants to be just like us. Especially rewarding are those times when I finally get what he is asking for after several minutes of frustration. I am amazed at how particular his wants are.

Sometimes parenting seems like an afterthought; something that just happens during the day rather than an intentional, concentrated effort. I forget that this is what life is all about, and that it can be beautiful. Too often I get distracted, and look for my purpose in the wrong places.
Thank you, C. S. Lewis for the reminder that this is the purpose, and all else exists to support it.

"(Motherhood and homemaking) is surely, in reality, the most important work in the world. What do ships, railways, mines, cars, government etc exist for except that people may be fed, warmed, and safe in their own homes? . . . (The homemaker's) job is the one for which all others exist."
Taken from 'A Mother's Book of Secrets

Wednesday, May 19, 2010

Great Giveaway

Okay, so I lied a little bit. It's not going to be GREAT; it may not even be good, but I am giving something away. I hear that's the way to get people to read your blog. Now, I realize that part of the reason is because whatever is being given away is actually desirable. I'm not gonna lie; you will probably have no use for what I am giving away. But who doesn't like free stuff, right? Even if it's totally useless. Right? Okay, maybe not, but everybody's got to like winning. Eh?

Here's what I'll do: I'll throw in some things that actually have some value (we're talking $10 tops; don't get too excited). I'll draw for the item, and draw for the lucky winner. Post a comment about one of the prizes, something you like about the blog, or a suggestion you have for the blog (don't be too mean), and I will enter you into the giveaway. You get one shot, UNLESS you tell someone else about the blog, and they leave a comment mentioning your name. Then you'll both be entered--no limit for referrals. Think of the possibilities! That Love Meter is practically yours.
We have here a bag hand crafted in Ecuador, Glow Stick Necklace, Love Meter, Magnetic "Spring into Happiness" Notepad, White Citrus Body Cream from B&B, Manicure Set, Loofa that changes color when wet (ooh la la), Kool-Aid Lip Smacker, a toy duck that poops candy (yes I'm serious), and Zebra Pen.

The giveaway will last for one week. Ready, set, comment!

Nick Vujicic: Life Without Limbs -

What are you doing with your limbs?

Tuesday, May 18, 2010

Soo Grateful

So, after all of this talk about Trich, I feel the need for something a bit lighter. Here is my grateful list this week:

-Modern medicine that allows me to run and stay active with asthma.

-A car that has not had any problems in three months (hooray!)

-A hardworking husband with a job he loves, and the ability it provides me to stay home with my sweet little one

-A healthy, energetic boy

-The Gospel of Jesus Christ

Have a great day!


Monday, May 17, 2010

Resources for Trichotillomania

Here are a few great websites I have found that are informative, helpful, and hopeful:
This website is very informative about the disorder
Tons of suggestions and tools, as well as success stories. Warning: some of the stories are quite graphic. I would recommend not reading Naomi, the site director's story. There is even a suggested diet on this website.

Trichotillomania III: My Story Cont'd

As with all disorders, or any kind of problem, it seems, my struggle with trich is multi-faceted. There is the definitive explanation: the urge to/action of pulling out hair. Then there is the shame. The embarrassment. The exclusion. The feeling of powerlessness, worthlessness, and absolute lack of control. I have vascilated between two extremes: The first is the belief that it's not my fault, there's nothing I can do; I may as well just accept it, stop worrying about it, and live with it. The second is that I only have this problem because I am a weak, out-of-control person who isn't trying hard enough to lick it. I wish I knew what the reality of it is. I go through phases where I just pull and don't really think about it, which is usually followed by a period of time when I decide I'm really going to 'get it this time'. I have seen multiple counselors. I have taken different prescriptions usually prescribed for ADD, OCD, Depression, that are suppose to help. I have tried alternative "energy healing" therapies, and Cognitive Behavioral Techniques. I put gloves on my hands when I read, glasses on my face, hats or scarves on my head. I have covered all the mirrors in the house but one. Yet here I am, still frustrated, not exactly sure what my next tactic will be. Someone talked to a psychologist who said there has been a lot of success with a supplement that can be bought at a health food store. It's an amino acid. I don't know much about it, but it's certainly worth a try.

Just the other night I got carried away lying in bed. The Mr. had already drifted off to dreamland. Bedtime is one of the worst times for me. I only pulled out four or five eyelashes, but when they're already thin, and you pull them all out in the same concentrated area (which I tend to do a lot), a few eyelashes can be the difference between some sparcity and a gaping, 1/2" space.

It is really hard for my husband to watch me when I'm pulling out my hair. He feels like I become someone else when I do it. Together we have tried to figure out the best response. Bless his heart that man has tried everything. He has tried subtly trying to divert my attention. For some reason this makes me angry in my 'altered' state. So does handing me a pair of gloves, but asking if I would like him to bring me some gloves works. Usually I need him to put them on me, too. Telling me that it hurts him to see me pulling is helpful. I will usually ask him why and he is able to explain that he doesn't like seeing me hurt myself; that he feels like that's not me, etc. For some reason when I can tell he is bothered but doesn't say anything, I get upset. Somehow I have convinced myself that it is for selfish reasons that he hates it. Of course this makes no sense, and of course I know that he is concerned because he loves me, but when I am pulling, or feel a strong urge to pull, rationality seems to go out the window. I really, really hate that. I don't know if this whole issue has been harder on him or on me. He told me one day that he would spend all our money if he knew that it would fix this. I love that man.

A few months ago I started searching on the internet. I actually found several videos of (mostly teen-age) girls talking about their struggle with trich. I was absolutely blown away. First of all, I thought I was an anomaly. I had only ever heard of one other person who experienced this problem. Some doctors and counselors knew what it was, but most had very little experience with it. I think part of this is because people are so embarrassed about it. They think they will be rejected by society (especially one that is so aesthetically based, and projects perfection as the 'norm'), and so they just hide it. I don't exactly plan to shout it from the rooftops, but part of the reason I'm sharing this is the hope that someone else who is struggling with these same issues will be able to find some sort of hope or help in something I say, or at the very least realize they are not alone. Second, I was humbled and incredibly grateful to learn that I seem to have a milder case of trich. A lot of the girls I learned about shave their heads and wear wigs because they have pulled out so much hair in concentrated areas. Once again I am reminded that no matter how bad things feel, there is always someone who has it worse.

Through all of this I am so grateful for faith in a higher power. I am grateful for the reminders that this life is temporary, and even if I struggle with trich until the day I die, one day I will not. One day I will be whole and beautiful and confident. I am also grateful to know that everything happens for a reason. This life is a test. There are things I can learn from this. Compassion, patience, perspective. I have felt that in part dealing with Trich will one day enable me to somehow help other people. I don't know exactly how that will play out, but I have felt it. Sometimes i wish I could just see a few steps ahead, but I think the learning and growing in life happen because we can't. Above all I am grateful for a Savior, who has suffered not only for the sins of all mankind, but their sorrows and pain and grief. I know that we are given trials so that we learn to turn to Him. When I feel so totally and utterly alone, that no one could possibly understand me, I know there is one who can.

Love to all


Sunday, May 16, 2010

Trichotillimania II-My Story

The following post is one of a series about a hairpulling disorder I have struggled with. The first post can be found here.

When I was ten years old, I would play Doctor with my brothers. I was usually the doctor, and would perform all of the really important doctorly duties--you know, take a good look at the earwax, clean out the belly button lint, like I said: all the crucial things a good doctor does. This list grew to include checking for loose eyelashes (because nobody wants to have an eyelash get in their eye-ouch!). Soon I was checking for my own loose eyelashes on a regular basis. I would hold my lashes between my fingertips and gently tug to see if any were on the verge of falling out. One day during school I had looked down to see five eyelashes on my desk. "Wow!" I thought "Good thing I'm checking for these, because I have a lot of loose ones!" It became an obsession. Soon I was pulling more fiercely.

I tried to devise a reward system with my mom to help myself stop. Lifesavers if I didn't pull for a week. A big mickey mouse T-shirt that I had seen in the mall if I could go a whole month. I don't think she realized the intensity of the mental battle I was trying to fight. She may have even thought I was milking the situation to see what I could get out of it. I love my mom to death, and I know that if she had realized at the time the effect that this little problem would have on my life, she would have done everything she could to help me in that moment. So we settled on a maybe for the T-shirt after a month. That was just too long for my little brain to be able to sustain. And so I kept pulling. I pulled out my eyelashes through grade school, Jr. High, and High School. I also picked a lot at my face and skin.

Just before my 18th birthday, I moved away from all my family and friends to go to college. It was a very stressful, overwhelming time for me. Along with my previous picking, I started chewing ice and pulling out hair on the top of my head. I would run my fingers through my hair, again looking for any loose ones to discard (no one likes to have loose hair dangling from their shirt, right?), and searching for hairs that weren't straight, or had more texture than the others. These I would remove. The problem would ebb and flow; sometimes I would have to chew ice every ten minutes; I was destroying my molars. Sometimes I wouldn't pull out my head hair for a few weeks, but the eyelash pulling would be worse.

Weeks before I met my wonderful husband-to-be, I went through a really bad spell. Possibly the ending of a serious relationship and my father's death contributed. I pulled every single eyelash on my left eye, and all but four or five on my right. As a single young adult this was devastating. Nobody was ever going to want do date me. I looked like a freak. Everyday I would have to get up early and spend an hour putting on little clumps of fake eyelashes until they looked almost real. On the days I overslept, I layered on the eyeliner 1/4 inch thick. My guess is most people couldn't really tell I had no eyelashes, something just looked a little 'off', and like I really needed a lesson in cosmetology. My day on campus consisted of continuous runs to the bathroom to make sure my fake eyelashes weren't falling off, or that my eye liner hadn't smeared to leave a gaping hole where my lashes were suppose to be.

Luckily, men are not as observant as we sometimes hope they are. When the Mr. and I first struck up a relationship, I thought for sure he had noticed. He hadn't. One day I was sitting on my hands as I read a textbook next to him in the library. He asked why I was, and I broke the news: If I don't I'll pull out my hair.
"What?" I showed him the stubble that was finally starting to grow on the tips of my eyelids. I watched his face, wondering if I should have waited a few more weeks to tell him something so intense. But, it was a part of my life, and he needed to know. I was afraid he wouldn't want anything to do with someone who obviously had serious 'issues.' I should ask him what he was really thinking that day. He handled it so well. He asked me questions about it, and then the subject changed. And our relationship progressed. And I began to realize something: I am not trichotillomania.

To be continued...

Saturday, May 15, 2010

Balancing Act

"It is easy in the world to live after the world's opinion; it is easy in solitude to live after our own; but the great man is he who in the midst of the crowd keeps with perfect sweetness the independence of solitude."

Ralph Waldo Emmerson

Thursday, May 13, 2010

Romancing the Housewife

So I have a new role model, Stephanie Nielson (WATCH this video. You will not be disappointed). In my first post, I talked about how she inspired the creation of this blog. I was fascinated, while skipping through her blog, with the relationship she has with her husband. After reading about all of the wonderful, thoughtful, romantic things he does for her on a consistent basis, I thought 'man, is she lucky! What a hunk!' No wonder she referred to him as her own "Mr. Darcy".

Then, after pushing away those thoughts that always seem to come, always trying to pin the blame of a less-than-perfect situation on someone else, I had a thought. Maybe, just maybe, Mr. Nielson is so incredible is because that is the way his Mrs. chooses to see him.

How many times have I kept myself from seeing the knight in shining armor because I was focusing on the mud he tracked in? So, I add something new to my growing list of ways to be like Nie Nie: I want to be so blind-sighted by that stunning armor that I don't even think to look for mud. Or, more simply put, I want to focus on the good.

Somewhere in between middle school misfit and haggered housewife I seem to have lost the hopeless romantic that use to be me. Well, that's no fun! I spend all those years dreaming and wishing and hoping; now I have a real, live dreamboat and I'm not even paying attention! So, I'm going to be better about that. Let me start with a list of things I super-duper appreciate/love about my man:

  1. He gets up every morning when the Bug wakes up. He never complains, he just slips out of bed and lets me sleep.
  2. He tells me I'm beautiful, and means it, on days when I'm feeling particularly frumpy.
  3. After dinner he says "You've really outdone yourself this time," no matter how the meal tastes.
  4. He calls from work everyday at lunch to say hello, and asks "what can I do for you?"
  5. He busts his buns to get home in time for dinner every day, because he knows it's really important to me.
  6. He tries so hard to do what he thinks I want him to do, when what I want him to do changes constantly.
  7. He sings 'Old Man River' to the Bug when he puts him to sleep.
  8. He lets me use his toothbrush.
  9. He never complains.
  10. He never talks bad about people.
  11. He remembers everyone's name.
I'm a little rusty. You just wait. One day soon someone's gonna read this blog and think, 'man is she lucky! What a hunk!' And they would be right. Love you Babe.


Wednesday, May 12, 2010

I was Just Thinking...

...Mother Nature seems to be pretty upset about something.

On a lighter note, let's take the opportunity to enjoy the little moments in life. Here's a gem from Anna Quindlen, looking back at an old photograph.
"...I wish I could remember what we ate, and what we talked about, and how they sounded, and how they looked when they slept that night. I wish I had not been in such a hurry to get on to the next thing: dinner, bath, book, bed. I wish I had treasured the doing a little more and the getting it done a little less."
The man of the house is gone for the week on business. Instead of escaping to my mom's, I am taking the day to enjoy the Bug. No cleaning, no projects. When he is up, the computer is off. If he wants to play outside, that's what we'll do. If he wants to trash the family room, that's what we'll do. If he wants to play ring-around-the-rosie until I'm too tired to stand up again, well, you get the idea...

Make a great day!


The Purpose of Life

Lately I have been feeling generally unfulfilled--like my life has lost its sparkle. I made a comment about searching for my purpose, and I received some insight from several people. I needed a reminder about what is really important.

My sister-in-law told me "Look closely and I think you'll see that you already know what it is." On a more comical side, a friend added "what! you lost your boy?", and a dear old friend said "I think you are already fulfilling it! Are you looking for more?"

I let myself get down, discouraged, and distracted. I forgot about what it is I'm suppose to be doing.

As a Child of God

I came to this earth because I chose to follow the plan that my Heavenly Father created. Coming here meant receiving a body, leaving His presence, and being tested for a time. Sometimes I feel like I just want to go 'home', back to Him, and away from this world that feels so foreign and uncomfortable to me. But giving up was not part of that plan. The only way back to Him is through. I have to remember that the struggles I face here are temporary, and a test. Through my life on this earth I can prove to my Heavenly Father that I will follow Him no matter how bad things get. I am so grateful to His son, Jesus Christ, for willingly atoning for my sins so that I am able to return to their presence again. If He was able to take upon Him the weight and sin and sorrow of all who would ever pass through this world, I can certainly handle my own trials with Him by my side. So, my purposes in this life as a child of God are to: 1. Gain a body. 2. Live worthily to return to my Heavenly Parents.

As a Woman

From 'The Family: A Proclamation to the World', a beautiful document that emphasizes the importance of families:

"Gender is an essential characteristic of individual premortal, mortal, and eternal identity and purpose...Mothers are primarily responsible for the nurture of their children."

All my life I have wanted to be a mom. A few years ago I found an old school paper from when I was in grade school. It asked where I wanted to be when I was 30. What would be my job? What would my life look like? What would I look like? I knew exactly where I planned to be. My job would be a homemaker. I would have three or four kids, a house, a degree from BYU, and short, wavy hair. I was so sure of what I wanted back then. Looking at my life now, I am well on my way to having all of these things when I hit thirty in a few short years. So why am I not happy? As I discussed with the Mr. my friends' comments about my purpose "quest", and how all of them hinted towards motherhood, I asked him: "If that was my entire purpose, don't you think I would find fulfillment doing it?" Dear, sweet man. He thought about it and offered: "Maybe Heavenly Father wants to know if you'll do it even if you don't feel fulfilled."

I know that God wants me to be a mother. I know that this is my divine calling and opportunity. I love my son, and I love being his mother. I know that he was sent to our family intentionally. He is not just the combination of genes and chromosomes and character traits that combined when egg and sperm met. He has a spirit, and he was sent to our family. The same is true for all the children I have not yet given birth to (and I hope there are many).

Women were created to nurture. I need to do a better job of doing just that, especially as a mom. My child needs my attention. He needs my unconditional love, soft voice, and righteous example. And I need to pray to feel fulfillment in doing these things. So, my purposes in this life as a woman are to: 1. Raise my children in truth and righteousness. 2. Nurture everyone around me.

As an Individual

This is where my search is momentarily coming up short. I know that I am a unique, talented, beautiful being. So is every other person that walks this earth. We are each given gifts (and the opportunity to acquire more gifts) that can be used to help others, and create beauty and light. I want to find that light in myself. I want to learn what I can do to reach other people. What purpose does God have for me?

Hopefully one day I will be able to write a post telling everyone just that.


Tuesday, May 11, 2010

Thankful for my Feat

I was at a Relief Society meeting tonight, and one of the topics was physical fitness. A good friend of mine was the speaker. She is such an inspiration to me. A lot of people would call her crazy. Eight mile runs at five in the morning don't appeal to very many people I know, but I have joined her on some of those runs, and I have learned a lot from her. Things about running, like how to keep your speed going downhill without eating asphalt, and things about life like learning how to really push yourself and self-love.

I appreciated the perspective she gave on the importance of physical exercise. She talked about a time in her life when she was feeling really overwhelmed. To help her cope, a doctor prescribed antidepressants. She said "I wish doctors would write out a prescription that read: 30 min. exercise & 30 min. service per day. I think those two things would solve a lot of our problems."
I know that this is true in my life. Exercise has the ability to strengthen and energize your body, invigorate your mind, and boost your spirit. What a powerful tool. I so love that she mentioned service, too. Talk about a natural high! There is nothing that can lift a gloomy mood like focusing on others. Thanks, Heather!

I am so grateful for the body that houses my spirit. Sometimes I complain about discomforts I experience, or my less favorite parts, and then I am brought back to reality: I have a body! What a wonderful gift from God. I have legs that work, that allow me to run and move freely. I have eyes and ears that function properly. I have arms that are strong enough to pick up my little boy and carry him around The way I look does not affect my body's functionality. The aches and pains I experience are nothing compared to the sicknesses and handicaps so many others deal with daily. Thank you, Heavenly Father, for this wonderful blessing. Help me to take good care of my body so that I can be a better servant.



Tricho-what? Yeah, that's what I thought,too, when I first heard it. Unfortunately, this multi-syllable word and all that it represents is a big part of my life.

"Trichotillomania (trick-o-til-o-MAY-nee-ah) is a disorder that causes people to pull out the hair from their scalp, eyelashes, eyebrows, pubic area, underarms, beard, chest, legs or other parts of the body, resulting in noticeable bald patches. Hair pulling varies greatly in its severity, location on the body, and response to treatment. For some people, at some times, trichotillomania is mild and can be quelled with a bit of extra awareness and concentration. For others, at times the urge may be so strong that it makes thinking of anything else nearly impossible.

Trichotillomania (also referred to as TTM or "trich") is currently defined as an impulse control disorder but there are still questions about how it should be classified. It may seem to resemble a habit, an addiction, a tic disorder or obsessive-compulsive disorder. Most recently, it is being conceptualized as part of a family of "body-focused repetitive behaviors" (BRFBs) along with skin picking and nail biting."

As quirky as this disorder sounds, there are actually a lot of people who suffer from it in some degree. In my next post I will talk about how Trichotillomania has affected my life. It is my goal to provide a network of resources and encouragement for those who feel trapped and discouraged by this issue.

Chicken Salad Goodness

Good morning!

Here is an easy, delicious, and healthy idea for a snack or meal.

-canned chicken
-Mayonnaise (about a spoonful)
-chopped onions
-chopped celery
-chopped apples

Combine the ingredients. You can play with the amounts of each, and the ingredients themselves. For you nut lovers, throw in some cashews. The apple chunks could be replaced by dried cranberries or another fruit. The less mayo you use, obviously the better it is for you. I usually use just enough to moisten the mixture and add a bit of flavor. Kraft makes a yummy olive oil mayonnaise that is lower in fat and contains the healthier fats (Omega's, baby!).
The Chicken Salad can stand by itself or be served on a roll, with crackers, or over a green salad.
Be creative!



Monday, May 10, 2010

Life of a Less-than-Perfect Housewife

So I think it's against the rules to post twice in one day, but since today is my blog's birthday, and considering I don't have a single loyal follower as of yet, I figure I can do whatever I want. I use to be one of those people who made fun of bloggers. I thought it was a waste of time and just a way to glorify your life and make it sound so much better than reality. After spending so much time reading Nie Nie's blog, however, I realized that I was wrong. She has used her blog to give hope and life to others. Through it she shares what is most important to her.
In order to keep myself on track and use this blog as a tool and not a distraction from what I should "really" be doing, I wrote down a list of reasons I have created it.

1. To become more comfortable with myself. I need to learn to love me. Part of the purpose of this blog is for self-exploration. The better I know who I am, the better help I can be to others.

2. To help those who are experiencing similar trials. There are specific trials in my life that I am constantly battling. I don't know the answers yet, but I feel like I need to reach out to others who are in the same boat. Hopefully we can lift each other and give support.

3. To spread the Gospel of Jesus Christ. I am a firm believer in a Heavenly Father and a Savior who love us unconditionally. My life revolves around this belief, and I am who I am because of it. I want to share the light that this knowledge brings with anyone who will listen.

4. To inspire, restore hope, and make life more worth living. Enough said.


How to be like StephaNIE

I have been reading Stephanie Nielson's blog the past few days. A few years worth, in fact. She is so inspiring. She has so much faith and hope and love for life. With burns over 83% of her body from the airplane crash, she is happier and more at peace with her life than I am. This is not something that came with the crash--she had it before, too. Looking back at her older posts, she was filled with love for her husband, she took time to enjoy the little moments; she was so creative. She had a love for herself and her life and everything around her that was real. I want that. I am constantly comparing myself to other people, wishing that a part of their life was mine, longing to be different than I am. But as I look at my life, it is so, so good. It is me who needs to change, and I want it desperately. I am my own person. I have been so afraid of living life 'wrong' (and, shamefully, judging others for doing so), that I have kept myself from enjoying life. God wants me to be happy. In fact, he has commanded me to be. Of course I must do so within the laws He has set, but I am starting to realize that the things I thought were His laws are really limitations I have put on myself.

I am ready to find me. Inside there is a beautiful, powerful, creative, loving goddess that is aching to be free. I am ready to begin that quest. There are people who need me. There are roles that I can fill better than anyone else. I am ready to recognize and be comfortable with my talents. I am going to let the 'laundry list' go sometimes and enjoy the beauties of life. I am going to take pictures of the mister and I kissing. And darn it, I'm going to be happy!

Here are some things I am going to do to be more like Nie Nie:

-Stop comparing myself to other people

-Stop incessantly worrying about what anyone but God thinks of me

-Add more color (literally) to my life

Go me.