tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-85581510985358934622024-03-05T01:50:40.677-08:00I cannot live without....Janaleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15361749685801113283noreply@blogger.comBlogger77125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8558151098535893462.post-50520664916822032342017-11-22T10:51:00.000-08:002017-11-22T10:56:52.890-08:00Thanks/Nonthanksgiving<span style="color: #a64d79;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="color: #cc0000;"><b>Dude</b>.<br />
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Hi.<br />
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Happy Thanksgiving tomorrow!<br />
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Here is my 2017 list of things I'm thankful for. And a list of things I'm not thankful for.<br />
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<b><u>Nonthankful list </u></b><br />
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<li><span style="color: #a64d79;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="color: #cc0000;">Cancer. As far as I'm concerned, cancer should get cancer and die and leave everyone the hell alone. </span></span></span></li>
<li><span style="color: #a64d79;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="color: #cc0000;">Sickness of any kind. Life is always better when you don't feel like trash.</span></span></span></li>
<li><span style="color: #a64d79;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="color: #cc0000;">Tuna fish sandwich smell.</span></span></span></li>
<li><span style="color: #a64d79;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="color: #cc0000;">Waking up early. </span></span></span></li>
<li><span style="color: #a64d79;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="color: #cc0000;">People who cut you off in traffic and go 5 mph when you are going 50.</span></span></span></li>
<li><span style="color: #a64d79;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="color: #cc0000;">Wind. Wait no, Cedar City wind. </span></span></span></li>
<li><span style="color: #a64d79;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="color: #cc0000;">Perfectionism. In all forms. I am a die hard perfectionist when it comes right down to me, which is probably why I don't like myself a lot of the time. I give others way more compassion and lenience than I ever would even think to give myself. I hate perfectionism because it makes us all feel like we suck when we are just people trying to be better. I hate it when it comes to religion and making people feel like God won't/can't love them because of their struggles. I'm a fan of the idea of embracing our imperfections and supporting each other through them. I can't ever get a ponytail to look just right and that's okay. I don't have faith from time to time. My entire kitchen looks like a crafting bomb exploded and I don't think that is going to change this week. Maybe next week. I'm chunky and I have freckles and cavities and white eyelashes and invisible eyebrows. </span></span><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="color: #cc0000;">And that is perfectly imperfectly okay. It's all okay. I'm not worried about looking like I'm perfect or pretended that I am. I'm more worried about people expecting that from me and me falling short every. single. time. Yuck.</span></span></span></li>
<li><span style="color: #a64d79;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="color: #cc0000;">Feeling smothered, even if it's well intended smothering. It just doesn't work for me.</span></span></span></li>
<li><span style="color: #a64d79;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="color: #cc0000;">Change. I'm not good at it. I know, I know, sometimes change can be good. But this is my list, homeboy, and I'm not thankful for change. </span></span></span></li>
<li><span style="color: #a64d79;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="color: #cc0000;">People who care more about politics than they do about people. That kind of stuff makes me sad. I think it's cool so many people want to make the world a better place. I think it's even cooler when you still care for others that have differing views than you do. None of us are right all of the time. Maybe instead of fighting so much, we could learn from each other and work together? A girl can dream. </span></span></span></li>
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<b><u>Thankful list</u></b><br />
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<ol>
<li><span style="color: #a64d79;"><span style="color: #cc0000;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Books, Audiobooks, Coloring Books. I love books. I cannot live without books. I love all kinds. And I love my friends that talk books with me. </span></span></span></li>
<li><span style="color: #a64d79;"><span style="color: #cc0000;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Mad Pita. Holy crap. This year was the year I found Mad Pita. It is the best. Fresh to death. Good enough that I sometimes text my mom, we go eat Mad Pita, and come straight home. It's pretty much the best.</span></span></span></li>
<li><span style="color: #a64d79;"><span style="color: #cc0000;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">A NEW OFFICE! My boss is the BEST BOSS EVER. He got me a new office and a new desk and a huge evidence room and it is just wonderful. I'm really so grateful for the job I have. I love it, even when I struggle some days. I feel so blessed to work with so many awesome people. I am thankful for the DLD people who have become really close friends. I am thankful for the Dispatchers who deal with every single call that comes in. Some of the calls are absolutely heartbreaking, but they do their job excellently and help so many. I am thankful for the people who show up in person to those scenes, whether it is Fire, EMS, or Law Enforcement. We are so blessed to have people who care more for others than themselves. I work with some of the best Troopers. They work so hard to make our community better.</span></span></span></li>
<li><span style="color: #a64d79;"><span style="color: #cc0000;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">My parents. My dad freaking drops everything all of the time to help my sisters and me. My mom watches the kids and supports us through a lot. We are really lucky. </span></span></span></li>
<li><span style="color: #a64d79;"><span style="color: #cc0000;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">My nieces. They are so many of the reasons I like my life. They make me so proud whether it is swimming, dancing, school stuff, personal stuff, etc. They are great kids. I love watching them interact with friends and each others. It is so refreshing to see kindness, humor, and silliness in them. I love them each so much. </span></span></span></li>
<li><span style="color: #a64d79;"><span style="color: #cc0000;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Friends. I have hit the lottery with my friends. I had a pretty crazy anxiety attack this year in front of Angie and she STILL is my friend. (Who has anxiety about the Hoover Dam? 🤣🤣🤣) I love the friends that I don't have to see or talk to for a while, but we pick up where we left off. Mostly, I love the friends that love me despite my imperfection. I love love love my friends. </span></span></span></li>
<li><span style="color: #a64d79;"><span style="color: #cc0000;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Tacos</span></span><span style="color: #cc0000;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">, Coca-Cola, & chocolate. My lifeblood. </span></span><span style="color: #cc0000;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="color: #cc0000;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">🌮</span></span></span></span><span style="color: #cc0000;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="color: #cc0000;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="color: #cc0000;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">🌮</span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: #cc0000;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="color: #cc0000;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="color: #cc0000;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="color: #cc0000;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">🌮</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></li>
<li><span style="color: #a64d79;"><span style="color: #cc0000;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Crafting/Pretty things. I love making pretty things. I love seeing some project in my head and having it work out the way I dreamed it would. It is like therapy for me. I don't know what it is, but it helps me let go of stress and focus on beauty instead.</span></span></span></li>
<li><span style="color: #a64d79;"><span style="color: #cc0000;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">My little car. She's a champion. I have really loved her.</span></span></span></li>
<li><span style="color: #a64d79;"><span style="color: #cc0000;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">MUSIC. I can say of all the things I love to do, listening to music, playing it, singing, are my very favorite things. I love music.</span></span></span></li>
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<span style="color: #a64d79;"><span style="color: #cc0000;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">I hope you all have a great Thanksgiving and eat mashed potatoes and
gravy and most importantly, <b>Stove Top Stuffing</b>. That is all I eat on
Thanksgiving. It is so on.<br />
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Janalee</span></span></span>Janaleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15361749685801113283noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8558151098535893462.post-61324245863164882382016-10-20T10:33:00.004-07:002016-10-20T10:33:56.693-07:00KindnessYo. I haven't posted in a very long time and was just trying to figure out what my password was and all that. I guess I just want to post that there are a lot more kind people in the world than not, and I am so lucky to have the people I do in my life. Thanks to everyone who helped me in the past and recently. I love my people. I hope you are all doing well. Janaleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15361749685801113283noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8558151098535893462.post-10818804401588008812014-11-26T13:27:00.002-08:002014-11-26T13:28:42.793-08:00Gratitude/Ungratitude<span style="color: #b45f06;"><span style="background-color: white;">Yo Yo Yo!</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #b45f06;"><span style="background-color: white;">What up!?</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #b45f06;"><span style="background-color: white;">This is the annual Thanksgiving post that I actually really enjoy writing and it just comes way easier than any other post I do, mainly because I'm good at being thankful, but also because I'm good at complaining as well. :) What an astute observation. For a previous list, see <a href="http://janaleejensen.blogspot.com/2012/11/stuff-that-i-lovestuff-that-i-dont.html" target="_blank">here.</a> It strikes me that I must have not done one last year because I was so FREAKING excited about DisneyLand.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #b45f06;"><span style="background-color: white;">It was the best.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #b45f06;"><span style="background-color: white;">Now for the lists.</span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: #b45f06;"><span style="color: #b45f06;"><span style="background-color: white;">Let's start this one by being thankful.</span></span><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"><span style="background-color: white;"></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #990000;"><b><u>Thankful list:</u></b></span> <br />
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<li><span style="color: #990000;">My nieces. They are the most prized of anything I have anything to do with. They are ones who can make me laugh when no one else can, they can make me cry with pride, they can make me angry when they aren't nice or helpful to their mothers, they can make me feel like everything will be alright. Sometimes, a phone call is all I need from them as the push to keep going. One of the best things as of late is when my youngest niece, Charlee, is in my arms and she turns and looks at my face and smiles really big. It is the best when someone looks at you with love. I love my girls. I hope of all the things they doubt, my love will never be one of them. I truly thank Heaven for little girls. Sap. Sap. Sap.</span></li>
<li><span style="color: #990000;">Food. I love food. I love making it. I love eating it. I love looking at it. I just love it. And you know how sometimes people hate the food pictures people post? I get why they are posted and I actually like the pictures. Sure, it might be silly, but life could use a tad more silly, in my opinion.</span></li>
<li><span style="color: #990000;">Instagram. It is so fun to see the posts on Instagram, mainly because the things people post are actually the things that really matter in life. It makes me happy.</span></li>
<li><span style="color: #990000;">Work. I am incredibly blessed to work in the job I do. Some days, I don't love it. Some days, I want to stay in bed forever and not go anywhere. However, I'm really lucky to work with people I care about who I know want to help people and want to make the community safer. With all the stuff being said on the news about how awful police officers are, I will say that the ones I work with aren't perfect, but they are hardworking, honest people. I love them. I'm thankful that they are willing to work in a job that you are required to wear bullet proof gear. I am proud to work with them.</span></li>
<li><span style="color: #990000;">BENEFITS. This year was a HUGE change for me in that I actually get benefits for working full time. I am incredibly happy about this portion of my life. I love that if I'm sick, I will be able to afford healthcare. That is so nice. And if I want to take a personal day, now I can! Its wonderful. I'm so so so so so thankful for this.</span></li>
<li><span style="color: #990000;">Books. I don't get people who hate reading. It calms me in ways nothing else can. It helps my creativity and imagination. There is nothing better for me than a really good book.</span></li>
<li><span style="color: #990000;">Kit, the Night Rider. My car. I love her. I am so glad she has survived this year. It was rough for us. It was either the last part of April or beginning of May that a stupid deer suddenly ran in to my car and flew up on the roof (must have been a reindeer) and totaled her. :( :( :( It was such a sad day. So after being held hostage for months and months, and having paid ahead of time, which I'll never do again, she was back in my possession. She's had a radiator leak and a dead battery, but as of right now, she's doing very, very well and she is happy in her little garage. I love my lil car.</span></li>
<li><span style="color: #990000;">Friends. Life can be super hard. I'm really lucky that I have good friends. I'm thankful I can watch Project Runway and talk about this with friends and share opinions and have the conversations go all over the place before we are done. It seems like your friendships either grow or perish and I can definitely say that I want mine to be growing. Sometimes it's hard and you feel like you are the only one who cares. Sometimes that is true and you either can keep working by yourself, or move on. Sometimes, however, things will get better. I'm really, really glad that I have friendships that have weathered storms and made it through. I'm really, really grateful that relationships that have been really bad for me are over. Life is all about learning and I think the more true you are to yourself, the better a friend you can be to others. Blah blah blah. </span></li>
<li><span style="color: #990000;">Movies/tv/entertainment. I'm very thankful there are creative minds in the world who choose to make films and other forms of fun things to make life less boring.</span></li>
<li><span style="color: #990000;">Capabilities. I'm so very delighted that we all have different capabilities. I'm thankful that I can make things that others enjoy. I love when others do the same. It never ceases to amaze me the beauty in each work and life. Creating is one of the best parts of my life.</span></li>
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<span style="color: #a64d79;"><b><u>Unthankful list:</u></b></span><br />
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<ol>
<li><span style="color: #a64d79;">Feelings. Sometimes there are too many for my liking. And I don't know how to deal with them sometimes. </span></li>
<li><span style="color: #a64d79;">Mold. Oregon taught me well.</span></li>
<li><span style="color: #4c1130;"><span style="color: #a64d79;">Unreliability. Do what you say you are going to or just don't say you are going to do it.</span></span></li>
<li><span style="color: #4c1130;"><span style="color: #a64d79;">Whiners. Now, this is irony, if I've ever read it. But seriously, some things just are what they are and whining about them doesn't make much of a difference. Isn't this a <b>hilarious</b> addition to my unthankful list? I'm funny. And not just look wise.</span></span></li>
<li><span style="color: #4c1130;"><span style="color: #a64d79;">Cold weather. Some people just love it. It makes me sad on the inside. It can't be changed, thus, it does no good to say this, but it is not my thang. And it makes my skin SUPER dry.</span></span></li>
<li><span style="color: #4c1130;"><span style="color: #a64d79;">Germs. Well, not all of them. Just some. I don't like touching carts at stores like Wal-mart, or even going to Wal-mart for that matter. I hate when you leave a place and you feel like if you don't wash your hands, you might freak out. Do I sound too OCD? I'm feeling more and more that way all the time.</span></span></li>
<li><span style="color: #4c1130;"><span style="color: #a64d79;">Drugs. I never thought drugs were such a prevalent thing in our area. Well guess what? THEY ARE. They are disgusting and they cause a lot of heartache for people. They are dangerous. Even prescription drugs. It is so sad to see the effects of drug use. Don't do drugs.</span></span></li>
<li><span style="color: #4c1130;"><span style="color: #a64d79;">The word rectory. </span></span></li>
<li><span style="color: #4c1130;"><span style="color: #a64d79;">The bear toilet paper commercials on tv.</span></span></li>
<li><span style="color: #4c1130;"><span style="color: #a64d79;">Kayne West. And his wife. And his daughter's name. :(</span></span><div style="text-align: left;">
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #38761d;">So, there are my lists for 2014. Please feel free to share your unthankful/thankfulness with me. I hope you all eat Stove Top Stuffing and watch the Macy's Thanksgiving Day parade. Cheers!</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #38761d;">janalee </span></span></div>
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Janaleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15361749685801113283noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8558151098535893462.post-77501961076548764622014-10-31T09:27:00.001-07:002014-10-31T09:27:48.850-07:00Halloween!!!!Monica,<br />
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Since I'm nearly certain you are the only one that will see this, this is dedicated to you.<br />
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As you know, Monica, I work with police officers. Every year, I have dressed up as something that was related to cops. One year I was a Junior Trooper. One year I was a bumble bee (but nobody came in at all, so I might do that one next time I work on Halloween....) So this year, I thought it would be funny to go as something the cops would really enjoy..... a Donut.<br />
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Happy Halloween everyone!<br />
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janaleeJanaleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15361749685801113283noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8558151098535893462.post-39168382361703469732014-04-03T10:42:00.000-07:002014-04-03T10:42:04.673-07:00Food. Food. Food.So...one of my best friends went to Argentina on an LDS mission. She taught me something wonderful that she learned there. It has been fantastic. Absolutely fantastic. So, last night, I thought I would make it and take pictures and share with you wonderful people this amazing recipe.<br />
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<u><b>Argentine Pasta</b></u><br />
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1 red pepper<br />
1 orange pepper<br />
1 yellow pepper<br />
1 yellow onion<br />
1 lb ground beef<br />
garlic salt<br />
pepper <br />
2 cans (8 oz each) tomato sauce<br />
basil<br />
oregano<br />
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Dice all of the peppers and onion.<br />
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Saute them in a little big of olive oil. This smells REALLY good.<br />
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Now, this is my favorite part. You pour however much basil you desire into your palm. Then add the basil by rubbing your palms together. It will bring out the flavor and smells absolutely wonderful. Do the same with the oregano. Stir it all together. <br />
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janaleeJanaleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15361749685801113283noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8558151098535893462.post-67509754329059339332014-02-20T08:46:00.000-08:002014-02-20T08:46:51.734-08:00FoodSo, I am doing this bucket list thing and most of it is new recipes....is that weird?<br />
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So I made Tuscan Garlic Chicken. And it was de-freakin-licious.<br />
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The chicken was so good. I would say you can do it without the pasta (Shocking, I know) and just do the chicken and sauce with a side of green beans (fresh, not canned) or asparagus. It was totally worth it, and hey....One more item off the list. :D<br />
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If you want the recipe, <a href="http://www.melskitchencafe.com/2011/03/tuscan-garlic-chicken.html" target="_blank">here it is.</a><br />
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Also, I didn't add the spinach and I used linguine instead of fettuccine because I like it better. <br />
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Anyway, bucket list 2014 is going well.<br />
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janaleeJanaleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15361749685801113283noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8558151098535893462.post-30166249327551959532014-01-15T14:29:00.001-08:002014-01-15T14:29:15.680-08:00Food!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Dude. I make good food. My resolution this year was to cook more. This one was an item from the bucket list, and my! my! my! it is so good.<br />
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My friend ate it a couple days later at my house while we watched Downton Abbey. She said it was perfect.<br />
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My niece and I had it and she asked, "Where did you buy this food?" I said, "I made it." She said, "NO WAY! I thought it was from a restaurant!" HAHA. Awesome. I love that. Best compliment. Also, Julia Child was right, "<span class="st">The best way to execute french cooking is to get good and loaded and whack the <em>hell out of a chicken!" </em>I love that.</span><br />
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So this post is about the Christmas presents we made for the Young Women in my ward. I'm over Personal Progress. Awesome. Individual Worth Value Experience #7 says:<br />
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<span class="list-item">So, for Christmas, we got the parents, a friend, and all of the Young Women leaders to write letters to the Young Women in the ward. It took a LOT of time. Seriously. I sent emails and letters to the parents in August. (If you plan on doing this for your Young Women, don't tell them it is for Christmas. Just tell them you need it for an upcoming activity or you won't get them until the day before you give them to the girls.) When the letters starting coming in, it was awesome. I can tell you - I cried reading each letter. To see how much the girls were loved and admired for a lot of different reasons was really cool. And it made me love them even more. I could not have been more excited for them to get their gifts. It was a mountain load of work to make sure all 22 girls had letters. I felt like a nag sometimes, but then came to the conclusion that it is okay to remind people about something that they really will want to be a part of. </span><br />
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<span class="list-item">And though it might not look organized, it was as good as it could get. I typed and printed each scripture they needed to read onto pretty paper and embellished them. Here is a really simple example:</span><br />
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<span class="list-item">So I did my best to make sure the pages were in an order that was pretty and not all the same colors together. Took a long time, but they were really pretty. I found <a href="http://adorableantics.blogspot.com/2011/07/getting-our-yw-personal-progress.html" target="_blank">this</a> website and she had the values done really cute. For this present, we only used the Individual Worth one:</span><br />
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<span class="list-item">And made a cover, which turned out really simple, but nice:</span><br />
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<span class="list-item">Those are a couple of the colors we did.</span><br />
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<span class="list-item">The binding part was really good. Just be sure to be vigilant about the lines being straight and all that jazz. We had all the Young Women leaders get together on a Saturday in November to bind them and make sure everything was set for them. Then our awesome President got ribbon, Reese's Trees, and candy canes, so the finished product looked like this:</span><br />
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<span class="list-item">Then came the Sunday before Christmas when we had such a great lesson by the YW President. After her lesson, I read the girls the letter written in the front of each book and explained while each of them were books, they were each unique to the girls who were receiving them. I quoted from The Grinch Who Stole Christmas: "Maybe Christmas doesn't come from a store. Maybe Christmas, perhaps, mean a little bit more." We talked about the birth and life a of Savior, who gave the greatest gift. Then we talked of this book, and how this was worth a lot, even though it was just letters. </span><br />
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<span class="list-item">We handed out the letters and watched the girls open them. I can tell you that is and will forever be a favorite Christmas memory. Their faces! Oh my gosh. Some of them beamed with smiles. Others cried. Some said, "This took a lot of work!" And others came and hugged us. I remember one that said, "I love it. I just think it is my favorite gift." I had parents text and call and email about the books. It is one of the best things I did in 2013. Hands down.</span><br />
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<span class="list-item">If you want to do something your Young Women can keep forever, this is it. Even after all that work, it was so worth it. I would do it over and over again for them. Very cost effective as well. And something that, to the Young Women, will be worth more than money can buy. </span><br />
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<span class="list-item">And coolest of all, it gets them to enjoy Personal Progress. I hope this makes sense. If you have any questions about the books, please let me know. </span><br />
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<span class="list-item">janalee</span>Janaleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15361749685801113283noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8558151098535893462.post-36005010539139551272013-12-05T11:40:00.001-08:002013-12-05T11:44:56.450-08:00DISNEYLAND!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!Is that too many exclamation points? I'm just so in love with Disneyland that I can't help but use them. It is literally the happiest place on earth. I can't believe it has taken me this long to go, but I feel so thankful I finally made it!<br />
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So, I should also mention that it was my first time in California as well. Lots of firsts this trip. First time I put my feet into the ocean and walked in the sand. More on that later. <br />
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So, the drive was not as long as I expected and since we drove at night, there wasn't too many cars on the road with us. We got to the hotel and you could see the Tower of Terror (which is a completely accurate name), Mickey's Fun Wheel, and California Screamin' from our rooms. It was so weird, not only to be in California, but to be so close to Disneyland. It felt so surreal. I hardly slept that night. I was so excited. I couldn't wait to meet Minnie Mouse, to make Donald Duck mad, and to watch the famous parade on Disney's Main Street.<br />
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And yes, my Elf shirt does say, "I'm sorry I ruined your lives and crammed eleven cookies into the VCR."</td></tr>
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First day: We went to California Adventure. AWESOME. My friend stood in line for fast passes to the Cars ride (which is totally worth the fast pass) while I went and got us lanyards and pins and of course, Minnie Mouse ears with a bow. OH! And a "first visit" badge. Adorable. I went back to the line where a man changed my life. His name was Kevin from Denver and I said how this trip, I was going to be brave. Nothing would scare me. I told him how I normally hate roller coasters because they make my tummy sick. He said that it is proven if you scream as much as possible, you won't get sick. He said that when you don't scream, you hold in all of your adrenaline and then your body is crazy because there is no release from the stress. I'm not joking when I say he changed my life. I only got sick once on a godforsaken ride called the Tower of Terror. (More on that in a few.) So, my advice to you if you get sick on rides, SCREAM. It truly does help.<br />
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The first ride we went on was the Bug's Life bumper cars. Then we went of Mater's Junkyard Jamboree. Seriously, I thought it looked like a kiddie ride, but it was my favorite ride in the park. I laughed and laughed until I had no voice left. LOVE that one. We went to explore Cars Land which is so cool because it looks exactly like the movie. You feel like you just walked into Cars. So cool.<br />
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So skip forward to the Tower of Terror. <u>If Hell was on earth, it would be called the Tower of Terror. </u>This is a picture of us <b>pretending</b> to be scared before we went in:<br />
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We are idiots. If we knew how scary it really was, some of us would have left at that point. So once we passed the front gate guy and started getting in farther into it, my friends little boy, Jackson grabbed my hand and put them on his chest and held onto them for dear life. I kept saying, "Its all pretend. Its just a joke. Its just silly," over and over again to help him and his brother feel better. After watching the pre-video about the ride and hearing the Twilight Zone music and getting super close to the elevators, I looked at their mom after making sure they were distracting and mouthed, "I AM SO SCARED!" She agreed. One of the kids bailed out on the ride at the last minute because he was scared so his dad stayed with him. We got in and Jackson started holding his mom's hands. In pure desperation, I said, "Will you please hold my hand because I am all alone?" (and TERRIFIED but I didn't want to freak him out) and he did hold my hand. The lady that sent us on the ride said, "No flash photography because it disturbs our permanent residents." I looked to Morgan and said, "PERMANENT?" She said, "Ghosts!" Gross. The lady ended her speech by saying, "Please scream if you need anything." Ha....ha...then you get taken rather quickly to the Twilight Zone and pure hell ensues. You get taken straight up really fast, then down, then up, then Satan shows himself in the form of little drops that are like "we are going to pretend to drop you again, but then bring you up a little so you don't know what the hell is happening", then back up and down some more. I doubt the whole ride is more than a couple of minutes, but it feels like it will NEVER END. When it ended, I got unbuckled, ran out and stood against the wall so I could recover. Poor Jackson came and grabbed my hands the same way he had before. I said, "I wanted to cry at the end of that ride." He said, "Me too. Me too. Me too. Me too. Me too." Then I said, "Never again" when we got outside. He said, "Ever ever ever never do that again, Janalee!" It was awful. That was the only ride that made me sick even though I screamed the whole time.<br />
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Moving on to MUCH happier things, We ate at Flo's Diner for lunch and it was delicious. And I met a more attractive version of that guy who plays Peeta Mellark in The Hunger Games...Josh Hutcherson or whatever. No joke, the guy was beautiful and kind and he told me exactly what to get and then he got me and all the kids a pin that has Flo on it. If I lived there, I would mate with, I mean date him. So kind and handsome. And though he gave me no bread, he gave me a pin. Same thing really.<br />
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OOOH! I almost forgot. After Tower of Terror, we went on the Monster's Inc ride, and at the end the secretary is there to say things to you before you exit. I figured she just said the same stuff to each car, but no, no she does not! She talks to each car!!!! She said, "Hey pretty lady in the third row with the red hair. I like your glasses. Wanna trade?" OH MY GOSH!!!!!!!!! I giggled so much at that! And Jeff said, "Why is everyone always hitting on you?" So funny.<br />
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Another cool thing was the smells. I loved walking past the bakery and having the smell of bread come out of a vent. I loved the part of Soarin' over California when you could smell oranges and pine. I loved Radiator Springs Racers and the pictures from it were funny. I also loved the Little Mermaid ride. It was adorable. The Grizzly River Run was a favorite. We got soaked, but it was so worth it!<br />
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World of Color. Super super super cute, but really hard to see. I wish they would have mentioned that you are standing in a huge group of people making it IMPOSSIBLE for children to see. I could see it really well, but they couldn't. It was really cool. I had some friends on the other side of the water who said you could see it better there and I would strongly recommend not wasting your time waiting for a place when you can't see anything anyway. It was really cute though.<br />
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For dinner we went to the Cozy Cone in Cars Land and had HUGE ice cream cones. No joke, the cone was as tall as my head! And deeeelicious. This is who we saw there:<br />
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We rode on Mater's ride again and then headed home. Long day, but oh so fun! Mater's ride made me lose my voice from laughing.<br />
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One of my favorite things ever happened this day. We were taking bathroom breaks and saw Donald Duck being escorted somewhere. I was SOOOO excited and yelled, "HEY DONALD!!! Mickey is #1!!! He is the best!!!" HAHAHAHAHA. Oh my gosh. Best response ever. He walked directly over while staring at me and pushed his bill up against the side of my cheek. I giggled like a little girl. The kids were LOVING it. Then after a really weird 30 seconds or so, he turned to leave. When he was about six feet away, I said, "Oh, hey! Donald, guess what we are eating for dinner tonight? DUCK!!!" He threw a fit. It was hilarious. Totally worth finding him to see him react. I did it see him again the next day and said, "Mickey's #1!" And he took two fingers pointed them at his eyes and then at me. Super funny. <br />
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Total steps walked today: 24961.<br />
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Second day: Disneyland. Now, you may wonder, can dreams really come true? Yes. Yes they can. That is why Walt Disney lived, to make dreams come true. I loved walking into Disneyland, hearing music everywhere, watching people, and taking in all the things I've seen in photos but not in real life.<br />
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I absolutely loved Pirates and Haunted Mansion! So fun! I loved the corn dog I had for lunch. I looked for Minnie everywhere we went. No dice. We went on the Snow White ride and yes, I did make the witch cackle! We went on Mr. Toad's and Peter Pan and the Toon Town roller coaster and carousel and many others. I loved Pinocchio's ride. The Matterhorn was a little too jerky for me, but was fun. I loved Space Mountain, but I LOVED Splash Mountain most. <br />
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Innoventions. Now this is where I say, a girl could not ask for more:<br />
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I was like...Hey RDJ, want dinner? At first he was all:<br />
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And then he was like:<br />
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HAHA. But seriously. I love that man.<br />
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Back to Disneyland: the parade. Wow. I have never had such nostalgia in my life. We were a little far back and about 5 minutes into the parade, a man on the front row came and got me and my friend's little boy who was with me (everyone else was on the Matterhorn). He said, "I have seen this thousands of times and I have never seen anyone as excited and happy as you are. You and your little boy come take my spot on the front row." I'm not kidding. I was SO THRILLED. The best part is at first, I thought he was mad at me for being excited. Haha. He was so kind. And he literally changed my life. Watching all of the Princesses, elves, Minnie and Mickey, Donald and Daisy and all the other characters was absolutely a dream come true. I had tears, I know this is silly, tears streaming down my face because I was so happy. It was complete magic. It really is the happiest place on earth. Here are some of the photos from the parade:<br />
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Okay. So later that day they had another parade and we crossed the street during the parade. I started waving at people and so did my friend Deb, and blowing kisses and saying, "Happy Holidays!" I don't know why we are so awesome. We just are.<br />
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I met Mickey Mouse at his home in Toon Town. I told him just what I had told Donald. That Mickey was number one and Donald was nothing compared to Mickey. How handsome Mickey is and so on. He gave me three kisses and blew five kisses to me when I was leaving. He liked me.<br />
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Before meeting him, I went to Minnie's, of course, to meet her. I hadn't found her at all the whole day and tried there. No dice. Her shopping list did crack me up though ;)<br />
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So I went to the entrance to find her again...NOTHING. I was getting so sad. All I truly planned on was meeting her. I went to Disneyland Emporium on Main Street and this lovely, helpful girl named Jasmine (no joke, her sisters named her after Princess Jasmine from Aladdin) who tried to help me track down Minnie. After waiting for quite a while, they could not get Minnie. I was so sad. However, Jasmine did something really nice, along with her managers. They went to Toon Town and woke up Mickey and Minnie to have them sign a black and white photo of them in front of Sleeping Beauty's castle, all especially for me. It has my name on it and a personal message. It was incredibly sweet of Jasmine to go the extra mile. I had said, "I know I'm old and this might be dumb and childish, but it is all I wanted and came all this way after all this time." She stopped me and said, "Dreams are not childish or dumb! Dreams are what make life worth living. That is why Disneyland exists." She was definitely exactly who I needed to talk to about it and she even gave me a really cool pin that says "Happily Ever After" since I was leaving. She said to come back really soon so that Minnie would get to meet me. What a doll. I love Jasmine, and though I will probably never see her again, I will never forget how sweet she was to me.<br />
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This is my favorite picture of us:<br />
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One really fun thing we did the entire trip was look for Hidden Mickeys. Here’s the definition of an official Hidden Mickey: a partial or
complete impression of Mickey Mouse placed by the Imagineers and artists
to blend into the designs of Disney attractions, hotels, restaurants,
and other areas. We found tons of them. My friend, Nan, gave me a book on how to find them, where to look and such. The kids got really into it and it made waiting in line a breeze. There were some I was too afraid to focus so I missed them, but next time I go, I'll get those ones. The cool thing was that even after we left Disneyland, the kids looked for Hidden Mickeys everywhere else. Its pretty cool to find one in an aquarium or at the dinner table. That was one of my favorite things, just looking for them and having the kids super excited to find them. <br />
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Oh gosh. I forgot to say, this was Thanksgiving day, so we HAD to have some turkey. And any seasoned Disney veteran will know what I mean by that. I wish I had a photo to show just how freaking HUGE a huge turkey leg is in real life. I bought one for me and one for my friend, and carrying them both was insane. I felt like a caveman. So deliciously disgusting. Delicious taste, but disgusting because of the grease!!! But I do not regret one bit of eating that and I would do it again.<br />
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On Friday, we went to Brunch at Goofy's Kitchen. It was AWESOME. Characters all over and great food. I loved their potatoes. And they had excellent pasta and ice cream too. They had peanut butter and jelly pizza, but I didn't have a hankerin. Maybe next time. This is where I met, Chip (who is a baby pants) and Dale (who is totally the better dancer, friend, and chipmunk), Baloo, Alice in Wonderland (who talked so fast I was reeling to keep up with her), Goofy, Pluto, and CINDERELLA!!!!!!!!!!!!! I was so excited to meet her. She is a favorite of mine. I asked to see her glass slippers and she showed them and she said, "Fairy Godmother had to put straps on them because Prince Charming can't follow me EVERYWHERE I go!" I loved it. She talked to me just like she was a princess. And she hugged me before she left. I loved it so much. So much.<br />
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Here are some pictures of brunch:<br />
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After this, we went to Long Beach to a really cool aquarium. I could basically sit and listen to seals talk all day long. It was super fun.<br />
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I had a really bad ear ache and sore throat, so these were really awesome because even though I didn't feel well, I had fun and enjoyed the day.<br />
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Saturday was our last full day in California. I woke up with no ear ache, but still a very sore throat. Lame. We spent it well, going to the beach...Laguna Beach Now, this was a huge first for me. I have been to the ocean in Alaska (super cold) and Oregon to go crabbing (super cold) but I had never been to a sandy beach area and I had never put my feet in the water. I was totally shocked because I always thought the sand meeting the water would be soft, like mud, but it is not! It is super firm and way easier to walk on than the dry sand. I always was super surprised that the water sucks out the sand under your feet when it is going back out. Super super cool. I touched an anemone, which felt like scotch tape and closed up really fast, thus it scared me. I also saw hermit crabs and collected some sea shells. Miah fed 25 birds at the same time and literally had them eating out of her hands. It was creepy and hilarious all in one. I loved sitting on a blanket and reading under an umbrella there. It was fun. Side note: I hate being covered in sand. That was the only downside. Oh and that I look gross in these pictures, but I didn't feel well and I was exhausted, so whatever.<br />
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I could not get enough pictures...and this isn't even half! But I loved the sunset. It was one of the best ones I've seen.<br />
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Total steps walked today: 11669<br />
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This is by far the longest blog post that ever will come from me, but it was all so much fun, so I went all out.<br />
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Disneyland is amazing. If you haven't gone yet, do it. If you have gone, go again.<br />
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This is Ammon and me sleeping on the drive back home. We were tuckered out!<br />
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Early this month, we held our annual Young Women in Excellence for our Young Women. It ended up being super awesome. We did the theme as 1 Timothy 4:12:<br />
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<span style="color: black;">We did everything black and white. White table cloths with black decor. We painted <a href="http://brunchatsaks.blogspot.com/2011/10/halloween-diy-glitter-pumpkins.html" target="_blank">punkins</a> black and white and glittered them too like this without dots:</span><br />
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<span style="color: black;">We used newspapers as tablecloths on the display tables. Even the desserts were black and white.</span><br />
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<span style="color: black;">We had white Christmas lights all over and vases with black and white ornaments as the centerpieces on the tables. I printed off the values with scripture and theme <a href="http://adorableantics.blogspot.com/2011/07/getting-our-yw-personal-progress.html" target="_blank">here</a> in black and white. Each Laurel wrote her testimony and we typed it to kinda look like this, but in a frame and used them as centerpieces as well:</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Go <a href="http://undermypolkadotumbrella.blogspot.com/2009/09/young-women-stuff.html" target="_blank">here</a> for this awesome idea.</td></tr>
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<span style="color: black;">It was absolutely beautiful. One of the girls said, "It was so pretty in there I thought I was at a wedding!" I was so happy to have Vanessa help me out with the decorations and for the other leaders who helped decorate. It really looked wonderful.</span><br />
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<span style="color: black;">The handouts turned out so cute. One of my Beehives was helping with YWinE for her Integrity project and helped make the invitations and the handouts. This is sort of what they looked like:</span><br />
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Okay, so we didn't do it on wood (cost and sanity saved!) but we did have her cut out the "be" part on black and white paper, then glued it onto really cute and complimentary black and white paper. Then I wrote on a tag "thou an example". Then we put them in 8 x 10 frames and they looked adorable. We put them all over the display tables and anywhere that needed a filler. For a template, go <a href="http://www.sugardoodle.net/joomla/index.php?option=com_content&task=view&id=3644&Itemid=429" target="_blank">here.</a><br />
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We sang "I'm Trying to be Like Jesus" and did the theme, scripture, and intro to Personal Progress. Each young women had a place to display things they had done in Personal Progress, school, sports, and other talents they had. We had the young women who got their awards this year speak. They did absolutely amazing. It made me so happy to listen to them. One of the girls did a musical number where she played the piano and sang at the same time. Awesome, right? <br />
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I was just waiting at the church for some girls who had a meeting so they were running a tad late to Young Womens. We were going to see an awesome production of West Side Story. I had taken a book to read, but then thought, "the church is empty, I am alone...I could play the piano and actually enjoy it." Side note: I am not very good at playing the piano, but I wanted to see if I still could play some songs I used to enjoy. Another side note: If you are in my ward and tattle that I play the piano, you will be in trouble. Haha. So I put my phone on silent so it wouldn't be disrespectful and go off in the chapel. I placed it up on the piano so I can see if the YW text or call me when they arrive. I'm playing the first song and totally relaxing. I had been having a week that I wish would just go away and everything just seemed a lot better in that moment. <br />
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Don't worry. It didn't end there. I go to change the page when I have finished the song, and I bump the piano and my phone falls...INTO THE GRAND PIANO.<br />
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Seriously. Who loses their phone in a freaking piano??<br />
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So I'm trying to get to it, but my hands aren't freakishly long and thin, so its not doing anything but hurting my hand. Then, my phone starts to vibrate. Its ringing. Awesome. I can't get to it. So then, a girl comes in and says, "I've been calling you and you haven't been answering!" I said, "Yeah, cuz my stupid phone is in the stupid piano." HAHAHA. I was SUPER frustrated. So we got a spatula and tried to get it out. I can only imagine what people would have thought had they seen us. Finally, she said, "The play starts in fifteen minutes." I said, "Okay...we're not really getting anywhere with this, so we'll go and pray the whole time." So we get going a little ways when a police car comes behind me. "OH NO! Court...my Driver License is inside my phone!!!" I have an old phone that flips open to a keyboard and when I don't want to take my wallet, I put the DL in there. Stupid? Yep. She said, "Relax! I'm sure this happens all the time!" "Really? Idiots get their phones holding their Driver License lost in pianos ALL the time?" HAHAHA Wow. She was so kind. "This won't matter in the end, it will all be okay." I asked for her to call and let them know we are coming. She hands me the iPhone, and I have NO clue how to use it. She said, "You don't have an iPhone? Janalee...This is a BLESSING! Its God's way of saying, get a smartphone!" HAHAHA She is awesome. As luck would have it, we got to the play before it started. So I went and asked my Bishopric to help me after.<br />
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Then, the anxiety came. How much will this cost? How will I get the photos off? I'll have to get a new Driver License. What about all my contacts? And what about all the stuff I have written so I don't forget or lose the info. IDIOT. Why am I so dependent on a PHONE??? I didn't calm down and with every song, I got more upset. Why did this happen? Seriously. I'm so dumb.<br />
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So after the play, which was a sad story, but good, we went back to the church. Just as the Bishop is saying, I don't think there is any way for us to get to it without breaking the piano, he sort of pulls this one part and it came straight off!!!! MIRACLE! I grabbed my phone, SO THANKFUL that it was finally free and I could stop worrying. We all were so surprised it worked out! I said how thankful I was and immediately texted Courtnie, and the others I had told about it! Everyone said, "Its a miracle!" And I agreed.<br />
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So, when you have a bad day, and you think you are dumb, ask yourself this question: "Am I so dumb that I got my own phone with my Driver License stuck in a grand piano?"<br />
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I hope that the answer will be "no" for everyone else.<br />
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Its been a long time, hasn't it.<br />
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Sorry, I've been a flake.<br />
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I have been busy being busy for too long. Here are some things I've been learning:<br />
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For some reason, I can't find the one of Alexa and me...So here is one from way, way back of she and I. <br />
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Aren't they so cute?<br />
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<li> I am so behind about Christmas shopping. I know most people will groan at this. I just have to spread it out so I can afford it. Its coming quickly (cough, 69 days, cough) and I still have a few people on the list who need prizes. Hopefully I'll get done in the next month.</li>
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Janaleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15361749685801113283noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8558151098535893462.post-87037729140415209972013-08-15T12:42:00.000-07:002013-08-15T12:42:02.416-07:00books and remindersMy niece and I have been reading Charlotte's Web and finally finished it this week, two days before school started. I am pretty tenderhearted when it comes to stories about friends. I will be honest. I cried when Charlotte was dying and after she did die. Now you might be thinking, "You are a grown woman! Why would you cry?" I have read that story several times and it always gets to me. This time around it reminded me of a beautiful girl I was friends with who passed away nearly five years ago. I couldn't help but think of her. She was like Charlotte: strong, kind, wise, funny, smart, etc. She helped other along life's way and never ever made me feel bad about myself, always built me up. She also left behind her child for someone to watch over. As the anniversary of her death, I have been thinking of her dad as well, who passed away with her. He was such a great man.<br />
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Kennedy, my niece, sat listening to me read when Charlotte is telling Wilbur she won't be coming home with him. She said, "Why are you crying?" I said, "Because I know what Wilbur feels like." I kept thinking of how different life is when they are gone. I remember walking into the house the first time and every time after that, expecting them to come talk to me, or at least be there. What a weird void. And by weird, I mean awful. I guess that is the point of life though. To love others and find our way back to them. <br />
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Anyway, this is probably a ridiculous post, but it is what it is. I love that book. I love my dear friends. I miss them. I am going to go cry for a minute now. <br />
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janaleeJanaleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15361749685801113283noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8558151098535893462.post-86189062027359034782013-08-09T12:17:00.000-07:002013-08-09T12:17:14.222-07:00LaughterIf you want a good laugh, watch this:<br />
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Posture!Janaleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15361749685801113283noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8558151098535893462.post-28326467493696348132013-08-09T12:12:00.001-07:002013-08-09T12:12:54.071-07:00Friends<br />
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When I served an LDS mission in the Oregon Eugene, these wonderful people came into my life. Rhonda and Don are two of my favorite people and have made an impact on my life. I cannot express the love and admiration I have for them.</div>
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Other friends I should blog about are the friends who gave me spiders.<br />
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When I first moved in to my new home, I had spiders galore! Like out of control. We're talking huge, hairy, nasty-asty, spiders that I had to vacuum up instead of stomp on. (Not very Oregonian, I know.) Anyways, I posted on FB "Spiders: 0 Janalee: 8" that week. This past week, we had a game night and they surprised me with money spiders! They are made with tons of tiny pins, pipe cleaners for legs and pom poms for eyes, and instead of being covered in hair, they are covered in dollars! How cool is that? And look at how cute they are:<br />
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I have great friends and I feel so blessed. Shout out to all my homegirls from game night. I love you guys!<br />
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Welp, I am happy! See?<br />
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So I bought this gem of a dresser from a yard sale for 10 bucks:<br />
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Look at the contact paper, people. Look at that. It was covering the entire thing. The lady had stapled it after she had previously glued it down. Because, as we all know, glue doesn't work on paper....Wow. It was quite the time getting the contact paper off. If you search on Pinterest.com, it will tell you to blow dry the paper and it will come up. I tried that and it didn't help at all. So I used a fancy stapler remover like this:<br />
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Combine that with wet towels to get the paper up more, goo gone, and dish soap and water, and it might work out. It made my hands super raw though, so they were gross for a few days. Oh well.<br />
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Anyway, I scraped it off as much as I could, let the towels work their magic for a few hours, and removed the paper from the dresser. The goo gone and soap help get that nasty glue off.<br />
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Then, I primed that baby. It smelled awesome in my house.<br />
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Then it was time to paint that sucker.<br />
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And I couldn't decide if I should do it black or blue.<br />
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So I did both. First I painted it black and applied a second coat. Then I put tape over parts of it to make a chevron pattern. Its not perfect, but nothing ever is. So, alas, here is the final product.<br />
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I know a couple of them are a bit crooked, but its all good, right? Anyway, I'm just glad that bloody contact paper is out of my life!<br />
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<br />Janaleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15361749685801113283noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8558151098535893462.post-81752732291699850792013-07-03T15:15:00.002-07:002013-07-03T15:15:25.321-07:00Country Music<br />
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So, I listened to this song growing up, only Conway Twitty was the one singing it.<br />
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I heard BP do this tribute a couple years ago and loved it.<br />
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I listened to it on repeat all day long. I may have gotten teary eyed a few times, but not because I was sad. Just because it is so beautiful. <br />
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Its all I can do to not cry while I write this. I just wanted to give a shout out to some people.<br />
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Last week, I had a ton of help with loading all of my furniture and boxed up stuff. Last night, I had a ton of help with unloading all of my furniture, carrying some of it upstairs, and unloading boxes as well. I even had a few wonderful women stay after and help unpack the kitchen. As if that wasn't enough, after we were done unloading the stuff, the helpers gave me a card with some cash in it to help me get the extra things I need. Can you even believe that?! I am so thankful for the kindness that has been shown to me. Words cannot say how much your friendships and love mean to me. I am so very thankful for you being who you are. I just love you and think the world of you.<br />
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Additionally, thank you friends that have been close to me and patient with me when I felt like nothing would ever work out. I can say that process was absolutely stressful and I can't thank you enough for sticking by me in my insanity. <br />
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Now, on to the next item of business. After I am completely unpacked (this only really applies to the kitchen), I will be able to BAKE again! I cannot even wait. TWO WHOLE LONG MONTHS of no baking. And now, bliss. I can't decide what to make first, but baked goods will be how I thank everyone that was involved in helping me. I know its not much, but it is what I am good at. Did I ever say that baking is how I cope with stress. No wonder the past two months have been Hell. I can't believe I ever made it through. But here we are. And it is going to be a good thing. I can feel it in my bones.<br />
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Thank you again, from the bottom and top and center and all over my heart.<br />
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I am so thankful.<br />
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JanaleeJanaleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15361749685801113283noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8558151098535893462.post-34924038921981357432013-06-28T14:59:00.001-07:002013-06-28T14:59:32.136-07:00a HomeWelp...I did something really crazy this week.<br />
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No more renting, loud downstairs neighbors, not being able to leave my apartment when its snowing because of the <span style="font-size: large;">RIDICULOUS </span>driveway, scrapping ice off windows, making my guests sleep on the couch or floor, etc.<br />
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I'm SUPER excited that the whole house-buying process is OVER. It was by far, the most stressful thing I've done all by myself. I can see why people wait to do that until they are married...mainly because you could talk to each other and help each other feel better about it all...or blame each other when things go wrong. HAHA. Just kidding. But that is funny to think about. Some days, I would get ice cream for lunch and cry in my car. Other days, I couldn't care less about what was going on. It was too stressful and I shut down. I started breaking out like I was in high school again. And it was exactly as my friend Morgan said it would be: "Everything that can possibly go wrong, will go wrong. Just remember that it will all be okay in the end." I am so glad somebody today me that. I had to tell myself that at least once a week, more like 10 tens a week. Insanity. I am very proud to say that it is over. I made it! Even if I did cry all morning today at work, I am happier now.<br />
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My house is a three bed, two and a half bath town home with a garage to make all my dreams come true. And there is counter space to make cookies, in case anyone is wondering. I redid a bunch of my current furniture and bought other stuff as well. Can't wait to be all unpacked and good to go. I think it will be one of the best things I've done for myself. And lets face it, money does buy some happiness.<br />
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My nieces are stoked to have their own room, and my sewing machine is equally excited to have a room to share with the other crafting stuff. So much fun!<br />
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Maybe I'll post some of the stuff I've redone soon....until then, happy I bought a freaking house day!<br />
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JanaleeJanaleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15361749685801113283noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8558151098535893462.post-58861895898162372622013-06-24T13:57:00.003-07:002013-06-24T13:57:33.578-07:00Vacations!Actually, I mostly live without vacations, but when I do take the plunge and go on one, I have so much fun!<br />
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This trip we went to Las Vegas! <br />
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Vegas kind of a funny destination because I don't smoke, gamble, drink, or hook up with random people. Being LDS in a place like that is hilarious. For instance, this dude named David put his arm around me and said, "Girl, where you from?" I said, "Utah." Then he makes this face like he just drank sour milk and says, "OH!!" Excellent. He was super funny and I'm glad we talked to him and his buddy, Goliath. <br />
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And talking about alcoholic beverages with people was entertaining. One girl who was a bartender said, "Don't drink Mai Thais or Long Island Ice Teas, they are for cheap girls." Then one of the waiters said, "You should drink a Mai Thai!" She yells, "No, don't tell her to drink that crap!" They were hilarious.<br />
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We went to Michael Jackson ONE by Cirque Du Soleil. I loved it. In all honesty, it was the best show I have ever experienced. All the good things from growing up came back to me. I was so blessed with two older sisters who taught me the importance of Michael and his music. They also crimped my hair, but the MJ stuff makes up for that torture. I remember like it was yesterday when my dad and oldest sister got into a big fight about Michael. "Michael Jackson wears little girls panties" was a statement my father made. Kim was devastated. She left the table and went to her room and didn't come out for a long time. It. Was. Serious. My middle sister, Annie, inspired the song, "Smooth Criminal" so that is pretty awesome. We danced to Scream in the performance teams at Dansworks. Michael Jackson. Michael FREAKING Jackson. I love his music. Never fails to make me happier. In fact, I just got the ringtone of Bad to wake me up in the morning. Needless to say, I've been waking up a bit happier.<br />
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The bottom picture was right before the show was starting and I could not contain my happiness. Oh my.<br />
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I am continually blown away by the fact that I got to go to this. So freaking great.<br />
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In the Venetian (UGH) we saw living statues....<span class="fbPhotosPhotoCaption" data-ft="{"type":45}" id="fbPhotoSnowliftCaption" tabindex="0"><span class="hasCaption">I
thought the living statues were going to be nice...wrongo bongo. I thought they
would be like British soldiers, unable to move or talk or chase you down
the hallway at a hotel. I was sorely mistaken. Ps...I didn't even
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Quite possibly the worst/best photo. I was terrified. I felt like a trapped child. Looking back on it, it was hilarious. In the moment, I really had bad feelings toward stilt man and flower girl. Not to mention, Stilt man really did chase me down the hallway while I said, "Leave me alone!!" Wow.<br />
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All in all, Vegas was a fun vacation. I think I should go on more vacations than once every 5 years or so. It couldn't have happened at a better time though. I was so stressed and felt like nothing was going to work out, but getting away really helped me to clear my head. Janaleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15361749685801113283noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8558151098535893462.post-17613989025333702662013-06-21T08:38:00.001-07:002013-06-21T08:38:58.845-07:00MemoriesSo, this past weekend was my 10 year high school reunion. SO weird its been that long.<br />
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On our actual anniversary date of graduating, I got really sad. I thought about how much life has changed, how much I've learned and done, and how life doesn't always go the way you think it will. I thought about all the friends and family I have lost, how I thought I would have everything figured out by now in life, that love would be easy and so would life.<br />
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To any high schoolers out there...Life is hard. It is fun. It never turns out the way you expect it to. Even when you are 28, things still get thrown at you that you haven't gone through yet, and you keep learning. It can be frustrating sometimes. However, I believe that is the battle of life. Learning to find happiness, even in the midst of crap. That sounds weird, but whatever. I'm serious.<br />
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Anyway, back to the reunion part.<br />
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The whole morning and afternoon before it, I put off getting ready and was just super nervous. I watched Project Runway and Psych and finally decided to get ready. I picked up my friend Juli and we were both kinda nervous, but then we agreed that we are both happy and no matter what other people think of you, that is what is important.<br />
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It ended up being super fun. I loved talking to the people I went to school with, seeing where life has taken each of us and listening to wonderful music all night long. We had food and won prizes (which I totally spaced until just barely!), but we mostly just talked with each other. <br />
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I guess the point of this post is to say that even though I don't have everything in life I want and that life doesn't go the way you expect it to, it still works out. I love how different it turned out for me. And I still have life to look forward to.<br />
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We ended the reunion with a group photo, which I don't have, but will post when I do get it. Until then, here are some fun photos from the night.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Matt and Mitch - I tried to get them to by Chasers from the bar's vending machine...</td></tr>
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What a fun night! Thanks for everyone who came and made me laugh! It was great seeing you!<br />
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Janalee<br />
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Janaleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15361749685801113283noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8558151098535893462.post-71913041163964287902013-06-05T15:12:00.001-07:002013-06-05T15:12:24.794-07:00FunSo, the other day, I took my niece on one of our monthly dates. This week was Maggie Moo's. But first, a car wash. <br />
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We did the car wash thing and then ate delicious ice cream. I think I'm getting old because I have started getting flavors like butter pecan....<br />
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Before our date, I had a good hair day: <br />
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After Maggie's, we went to my house and Savannah helped me some projects, including this one:<br />
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It is a box that I bought at Joann's and we painted it together that night. It will hold things like remotes. I think it turned out purty good. Then we just sat and talked and it was freaking great. Love her. I asked, "What do you want to be when you grow up?" She said, "A SWIM COACH! ....Or a doctor. Or a waitress." HAHAHAHA. I said, "What kind of doctor?" <br />
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"A doctor that Michael Jackson would go to for his nose."<br />
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"Oh, a plastic surgeon."<br />
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"Yeah, or a waitress. Which one would pay more money?"<br />
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Anyway, next up is yet another craft I've been working on, and it is finished. I'm excited to hang it up! <br />
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Do you know what room I'll hang it in?<br />
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Wow. Well, I guess that is all for now.<br />
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Peace out, girl scout.<br />
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janaleeJanaleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15361749685801113283noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8558151098535893462.post-5557955564817052932013-06-04T13:53:00.001-07:002013-06-04T13:53:53.426-07:00Cool CraftsSo, my Grandma Jensen passed away in October 2010. When we were going through some of her things, I saw this spice rack circa 1960 she had and decided I wanted it. It had the original spices in it, and after some soaking and a few dishwasher cycles, it was clean. I couldn't figure out what to do with it, and I knew I wasn't putting anything back in those containers, so I put it in the spare room and there it sat until a week ago. I was trying to figure out how I could paint it to make the ugly brown color into something I would want to look at everyday. I looked on Pinterest and found that people were selling their vintage spice racks for $35 and up! I was amazed! Anyway, I found some ideas and finally decided on an accent color for my kitchen/living room. <br />
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So this is what it looked like before, but a bit darker, and I accidentally peeled off all of the stickers when I was washing them...<br />
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Now, this is the after...I think I'll hang it under this other cute thing I made for the kitchen...<br />
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I shoulda done the picture straight on, but you know, I don't even care...<br />
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Anyway, what do you think?? I think it looks better and will be kind of a cute decoration.<br />
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In other news, I am going to my high school reunion this weekend. TEN YEARS?? What is happening to me? Oh well...I'm still pretty fun.<br />
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Have a wonderful day.<br />
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<br />Janaleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15361749685801113283noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8558151098535893462.post-31603829638742154132013-05-17T13:49:00.002-07:002013-05-17T13:49:52.493-07:00HappinessSo, this post will be some good news.<br />
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I just heard from a friend of mine I made on the mission I served in Oregon. I heard from her for the first time in years, and she and her husband are so happy. We taught him in Oregon and I have often wondered how life was for them and what they were doing. They moved and got new numbers and we couldn't seem to get in touch with each other. Hearing from her yesterday made me so happy. She was so positive and talked about how even though there are still inconveniences in life, she was happy. I don't think I could have asked for better news. I love when people I love are truly happy. So, if you are happy, I am too. :)<br />
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In other news, it is Friday. God Bless Friday!!! And before work this morning, I made a delicious batch of Butterscotch & Chocolate Chip Cookies. They are all gone now, so that made me happy too. <br />
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Hope all of you are having a wonderfully, terrific, happy Friday!Janaleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15361749685801113283noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8558151098535893462.post-50628090103341719492013-05-02T13:00:00.000-07:002013-05-02T13:00:49.290-07:00Music<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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So. This song is wonderful.<br />
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