Monday, December 10, 2007
Sunday, November 18, 2007
Jessica spent alot of time trying to look like she was helping. Jancy did 2/3 of the work. She learned to install an anchor and use a power tool. Very satisifying. I think these should be manditory skills for a womans happiness. all in all i think this will definitely make them better wifes and mothers.
Thanks to Wendy who refinished some old closet doors we found in Flagstaff junk shop. Funky chair from another Junk shop in flag. Oh yeah the cork board flooring from salvation army in flag as well. They turned out to be the perfect focal points. I think it is easier to spend when your out of town no? The vintage locker, gym sock included was found at Heidi's favorite thrift store in Cooligde. The frame also from Heidi. I think the chest is Chan's(you can have it back when your settled) and if you see anythink else that is yours here considered yourself thanked. The scrapbook paper of course from the family scrapbook studio. Which as it stands the orginal inspiration point. Good job girls. Moral of the story God dont make no junk.
Wendy if you can think of a better ending please feel free.
Sunday, October 28, 2007
As I think about this I would definitely grab my hard drive and mental note I need to get my film scanned. So I asked Wayne which pictures would he save. He said he would back out the cars. I'm pretty sure he didn't understand the question. At least I hope he didn't. So Which pictures would you save?
This photo is one of my favorites. Now that's one less I have to scan. They say the journey of a thousand miles begins with one step.
Thanks Aunt Pam. She is the original photojournalist.
Sunday, October 21, 2007
I did not become a nurse but I did get hired at the emergency room as a tech. Tech is a big word for speciman emptier or carrier and vitals taker. Also my responsibilities included applying pressure to "pumpers" . This is a wound that wont stop bleeding. I got to apply pressure until the doc could properly suture. Oh yeah did I mention I worked nights. The freaks really do come out at night. When I would get home at 7:00 am Wayne would often tell me you smell like beer and blood. I wonder why?
Next place I have lived. that will be long I may sum up.
Enough about me. Did I mention that Jessica went to state finals for swimming. Her relay team pr and took 4 seconds off their best time. I am so proud. Not only does she do aerobic activity but she does it oxygen deprived. amazing!!
Friday, October 19, 2007
My first job--Jungle Juice not to be confused with Jamba Juice . It was a cute little shaved ice place across the street from the high school in the elmer's parking lot. Lot of face time with the cool croud.
My first real job on my own- grounds crew at byu. I didnt know then that I would love gardening and plants. However I did love the smell of wet dirt then and still do. (I need candy's book on people who crave dirt, I will save that for weird things about me) The worst part was shoveling snow in pink ropers. stupid. they did not keep my feet well insulated. I hated being cold then and still do. Did I mention shoveling snow on the marriot center steps at 3:00 am while it was snowing. Yes I do believe I have the best worst job.
A job I would love- I already do. Photographer. the next best job grounds crew at the temple. in a temperate climate.
Next installment is places I want to go. speaking of places I would like to go.
pictures from flagstaff
Sunday, September 30, 2007
On an interesting note though it looks like someone from brasil thinks I would be a good option for advetising. Hey a comment is a comment. Im counting it.
Ok for the update. Maybe tommorow . Its to late. I think I used that one last time.
Thursday, September 13, 2007
Friday, September 7, 2007
Me:" Hi I am Chea"
Reception line person: What Chee, Shea ,...
Me:"Never mind." So as to avoid this all to fun repretoire I simply say
Me:Nice to meet you. I wont even trouble you with my name it is to hard to pronounce.
Former sister scott:( sister to richard) says "try me. "
Me: It's Chea.
Former Sis Scott: "Oh" and she looks at my dear friend (former model) "why did you choose that name. "
She thought my friend was my mother.
Me:Your to kind
Randa(the former model):"Those are my children! "pointing at the youngsters behind us.
Former Sister Scott: "Oh I just thought because your so tall..."
I dont think there is any recovering from this for The former Sister Scott. However I loved every minute of it and have relished in it since. I never thought the time would come that being 5" 1 3/4 versus being 5"9 would be something I prefered. So for all of you out there over 5 1 3/4 you are officially older than me. You know your so much taller. Its gospel. Its from a G.A. 's sister.
Friday, August 31, 2007
Dad always went to bat for me. Any issue I was having in school, with friends, or my brothers, my dad was there to protect me. Not only did he keep me under his wing, my dad believed in me. There was nothing in my fathers eyes that I couldn’t accomplish. All growing up I dreamt of being a dancer. We never had enough money to send me to a studio for proper dance training, but dad made it possible for me to take one or two novice dance classes once a week. Just last year I started running track for the first time in my life. My dad was at every meet, he bought me my first track spikes, and would spend hours talking over strategy’s, an encouraging me to not give up. By all means I was not great in either dance or track years ago, but because of my dads endearing love an belief in me I now am on both the varsity track team and varsity dance line. Dad put his needs and struggles aside to help me over come my weaknesses. About two years ago I went through a miserable time, I guess it was a typical case of high school blues, but somehow I was unable to shake my un happiness out of my system. I only got worse and eventually fell into depression. My parents were confused on what to do with my condition, nonetheless they let my sister take me in to her home to see if it would better my circumstances. My dad, loving let go of me, knowing that it would be painful to lose his last daughter, but all along he kept my best interests in mind. He is the most giving man I know.
Within the past month my fathers health has gone down hill. For two years now dad has been a diabetic, but it is only now that he is being taken down by this disease. I have been in and out of the hospital within this past year more than I have ever in my lifetime. His at-home remedies will not cure his serious condition. To me my dad has been invincible up into this point. It never occurred to me that despite his worsening medical condition and old age, that my dads life was being threatened. Its like growing up in poverty but never realizing that your poor, I have been oblivious. It has been hard to come to terms with the fact that my heroic father is now fighting off various illnesses. It is hard to see him weak.
Though my dad is not as physically strong anymore, I have gained strength through watching him. Now that my dad cannot be there for me the same way he was for me in my child hood, I somehow feel it an obligation to now be my dads hero. I want to save my dad the same way he always rescued me. He truly has left an impression on my heart, and taught me how to love unconditionally. It is natural instinct for me to want to relieve my dad of his pains and reach out to help him. My only hope is that I can be such a caring and nurturing parent to my children as my dad was to me. In a sense I want to carry on the tradition.
My heart has grown immense amounts this past year. It has been traumatic to watch my dads health suffer, but in the long run he is only making me want to be a better daughter. I am so glad for my blissful child hood and adolescence, my dads weaknesses are now making me stronger and causing me to hold on tighter to my family. More than anything I want to be a hero to my dad, it is now my turn to lift him up.
Tuesday, August 7, 2007
Saturday, August 4, 2007
He is such a smart man he fed us first. While we were waiting for our food we decide to write down 2 things we like starting with A and finishing with Z .
Here is a little sampling see if you can guess who did wrote what.
U-underwear, Udders---his name starts with W
O-Ongo bongo, OP shorts----his name starts with W definitely dates him.
F-Farting, Fries-----Jackie, so Arnett to be obssessed with bodliy functions
T-Twilight, Tommy----Jess ( she is so obsessed with this book she cried because she forgot it at home) Eclipse in 2 days.
N-negro day,nothing (from hairspray)----Jess
H-Hairspray, Harry potter----Jess
P-Pooh, Preston----guess?? the obvious
Z-Zac Efron, Zoom
G- gambling, gillion dollars
Long story short, my funks are easy to cure with food and retail therapy.
Tommorow I will share with you my retail therapy.It has its own story. You guessed it , Its dark and I have to go to bed.
Monday, July 30, 2007
Tuesday, July 17, 2007
Sunday, July 15, 2007
Taryn finally got baptized yesterday. It turned out very nice. We had a full house. She has been waiting for this day for a really long time. She said she finally feels 8 now. She had the biggest grin all day. The dress turned out so cute. I have to show it off. Thanks everyone for your support.
As I edit this I am pretty spent I cant think of any witty to say. Wayne calls it the day after syndrome when I go go go and then crash. Im not sure what I did except try to make a blanket , hand made invites, and a little book which will probaly fall apart. I didnt even have to talk and I didnt serve refreshments. I think I am getting old.
Tuesday, July 10, 2007
I am pretty sure I am crazy. Plenty of evidence in my life. Case in point. Taryn is getting baptized saturday. So I have been obsessed with making the perfect invatation. (as well as the perfect white dress. krinkle linen layered skirt with aqua ribbon and a peekaboo ruffle with tiny blue polka dots. moms working on it as we speak) Never mind that my friend at beautifuldayinvatation.com already made a perfect one.I did however do a take on the one she designed for Chad. I hope she is flattered not offended. Imatation is the highest form of flattery right?But I cant resist. I love the paper. ah the papers. the ribbon. the little dodads. And the only time I can allow myself to obsess for 4 days about one invite is an occasions like this. I think I love the creative process. Oh and ignoring the laundry that still smells like the ocean, which now is not as charming. It has aged to the fishy smell no longer the Kramer Beach perfume that it once was.
I just notice there werent any photos of me and wayne from the beach.
see I told you I was crazy. Nothing like blogging your stream of consciousness.
Friday, July 6, 2007
We just returned from 6 days in Encinitas a funky beach town north of San Diego. Its so funky it is home to those guys in the orange robes at the airport(swamis?). We stayed at a motel not to be confused with a hotel. The moonlight beach motel to be exact. It is amazing what you will put up with to be close to the beach. Some of the pros of our motel :
1. Closer to the beach than most of the parking spots available.
2.There were two rooms and 3 double beds. No one had to sleep on the air mattress.
3.Full size fridge and stocked kitchen with pots,pans and dishes.
4.Boogie boards and one surf board we could borrow.
5.The price was right.
1. The shower spout shot water all over the floor making its way to the hall carpet.
2.To be nice Channy said our room smelled like a hamster.
3.The ac unit in the front of the room didnt work.
4. The train
Needless to say we spent most of our time at the beach.
Day 1: booked it to the beach
Day 2: was Taryn's Birthday. She wondered what her sisters got her. Surprise Hannah Montana wig. It was the bomb.
Day 3: More beach and Birthday photos for Taryn. She was not as thrilled as I.
Day 4: Photo session with Tana and Jancy at a great shop in encinitas called Grounded.(see the photographyblog for the photos) I have since decided I need a big metal building with a bank of windows for a studio. This should be do-able right Wayne? Channy and her Kids arrived about 1:00 pm for more beach. Danny and Frances came in at 6:00pm
Danny took our family photos.
(for Reed and Blue see if you can identify the 3 people behind us sort of like wheres waldo)
I had wanted to go to La Jolla, but Wayne wanted to do it at our new "hometown" beach. If you know me you know that I am not a control freak. As George Castanza says "Its not a lie Jerry if you really believe it" So we did it in encincitas
Day 5: We celebrated the Fourth at you guessed it "the Beach" We arrived about 10:00 to stake out a good spot. Spent most of the day there. We heard they closed the town of Oceanside to anymore cars so we decided the fireworks show would have to be watching the sun set. It was beautiful.
Day 6: Went on trek the Mormon Battalion took to San Diego. Ok we didnt trek but we did watch the Mormon battalion presentation in Old Town San Diego. It wasnt as an in depth expereince as our good friends had reinacting the sweetwater crossing in Wyoming. But we felt it was a start as my two older daughters said "Im sure glad we were'nt pioneers" Which I saw as a teaching moment said "You mean you are so grateful for all the sacrafices they made for our faith." They love my teaching moments.
On a serious note I didnt realize what major contribution the battalion really made to California.
The wagon trail most of the gold rushers used, the first newspaper in San Fransico, the first brick building in san diego and some of the first fresh water wells. This is all I can remember right now. I hope it is enough to pass the test.