To all my wonderful Blog stalkers:
Sorry, there are a couple new posts on here as I was tagged a bunch this week. I actually have a couple more, but I felt it better to save them for a bit later, so if I didn't do your tag, I swear I will get to it soon. Check back soon!!
Luvs,
Shantel
Sunday, November 9, 2008
Thanks A-star! This tag is all about Travis! I LOVE YOU!!!
What's your husbands Name - Travis Jerome (we told my siblings that he was 1/2 black. Because of his middle name and super curly hair, they believed us forever... like 6 months. Hee hee)
How long have you been married? 9 Years!!! Our anniversary is Sept 11- so no one forget it!!
How long did you date? Before we got engaged?? A week and a half... Before we got hitched?? 6 months...
How old is he? He is 31, but he looks maybe 22...
Who eats more sweets? He does. I don't like chocolate, so that removes a lot for me...
Who's the better singer? Me with out question...
Who is smarter? Toss up. It depends what the subject is...
Who does the laundry? Both of us, but since I don't work anymore, I am doing like 90%.
Who pays the bills? Him for sure!! I pay my phone bill which only gets paid every other month. That is why...
Who sleeps on the right side of the bed? He does.
Who mows the lawn? We both do. I actually mowed my first one this summer!!! I know, you are proud... That was another task I took on after not working to alleviate stuff for him a little.
Who cooks dinner? I do now... I am learning to cook. He is much better at it than I am. Amazing actually...
Who drives? If we are together, he does like 90% of the time.
Who is the first to say they are wrong? We are both really good at doing that, but it took a lot of reading some really great books to get us that way...
Who kissed who first? For sure I kissed him... Poor guy didn't even know what hit him. I broke him in from his mission. ( I was the first after he got home... 8 months) In fact, after I kissed him, ok totally had a smack session, I said, "Welcome home, Elder Reitz." That's probably why he proposed so fast...
I tag - Deb, Jessie, Ang Reed, and Jamie Walpole.
What's your husbands Name - Travis Jerome (we told my siblings that he was 1/2 black. Because of his middle name and super curly hair, they believed us forever... like 6 months. Hee hee)
How long have you been married? 9 Years!!! Our anniversary is Sept 11- so no one forget it!!
How long did you date? Before we got engaged?? A week and a half... Before we got hitched?? 6 months...
How old is he? He is 31, but he looks maybe 22...
Who eats more sweets? He does. I don't like chocolate, so that removes a lot for me...
Who's the better singer? Me with out question...
Who is smarter? Toss up. It depends what the subject is...
Who does the laundry? Both of us, but since I don't work anymore, I am doing like 90%.
Who pays the bills? Him for sure!! I pay my phone bill which only gets paid every other month. That is why...
Who sleeps on the right side of the bed? He does.
Who mows the lawn? We both do. I actually mowed my first one this summer!!! I know, you are proud... That was another task I took on after not working to alleviate stuff for him a little.
Who cooks dinner? I do now... I am learning to cook. He is much better at it than I am. Amazing actually...
Who drives? If we are together, he does like 90% of the time.
Who is the first to say they are wrong? We are both really good at doing that, but it took a lot of reading some really great books to get us that way...
Who kissed who first? For sure I kissed him... Poor guy didn't even know what hit him. I broke him in from his mission. ( I was the first after he got home... 8 months) In fact, after I kissed him, ok totally had a smack session, I said, "Welcome home, Elder Reitz." That's probably why he proposed so fast...
I tag - Deb, Jessie, Ang Reed, and Jamie Walpole.
Friday, November 7, 2008
Tag- ABC learn about me
ABC's "getting to know you" TAG . Each player then tags 3 people and posts their names, then go to their blogs and leave them a comment, letting them know that they have been tagged.
ABC's "getting to know you" TAG . Each player then tags 3 people and posts their names, then go to their blogs and leave them a comment, letting them know that they have been tagged.
A- Attached or single: Attached and so proud of it!
B- Best Friend: Travis, with out question!!
C-Cake or Pie: Depends... Flavor?
D-Day: I have 6 Saturdays and a Sunday, so I like 'em all... besides, I can't tell them apart anymore...
E- Essential Item: Lip gloss. Everything is better when you have lip gloss...
F- Favorite Color: RED- GO UTES!
G-Gummi Bears or Worms: Worms, though I don't know why...
H-Home town: Cottonwood Heights
I- Indulgences: Cheese cake... Mmmmm. #2 is Gelato...
J- January or July?: July for sure!! Bring on the sun!
K-Kids: Dylan and Alivia Funny, Funny critters.
L-Life is incomplete without: Love
M-Most watched movie: Dan in Real Life
N- Number of Siblings: 7 sisters and 1 brother... poor guy.
O- Oranges or Apples: oranges
P- Phobias or Fears: I fear being my own biggest obstacle.
Q- Quote: If you always do what you've always done, you will always get what you've always got.
R- Reason To Smile: There is always a reason to smile! But with out fail, if you mention my hubby or kids, you will get a grin out of me...
S- Season: Spring! It means we are as far away from the next winter as possible!! Remind me why I live in Utah again???
T- Tag Three: My 3 best blog stalkers... Tiff, A-star, and Erin
U- Unknown fact about me: If I tell you, it won't be unknown now, will it??
V- Vegetarian or Oppressor of Animal: Total oppressor of Animal! What would life be with out my juicy steak??
W- Worst Habit: Facebook... oh dear...
X-Rays or Ultrasounds: Ultra sounds, I like the jelly...
Y-Your favorite food: chicken pockets... probably the most fattening food on the planet...
Z- Zodiac sign: Aries. Could you tell??
Tagged above, I will mention again in case you missed it: Tiff, Ashlii, and Erin!!
Thursday, November 6, 2008
Invisible mother
A friend of mine sent me this email a couple days ago. (Thanks Ang!) I loved it and thought it appropriate to share with all my blog stalker friends!! I love you all so much and I hope this touches your heart like it did mine!! Sorry, it is a long one...
Invisible Mother......
It all began to make sense, the blank stares, the lack of response, the way one of the kids will walk into the room while I'm on the phone and ask to be taken to the store. Inside I'm thinking, 'Can't you see I'm on the phone?' Obviously, not. No one can see if I'm on the phone, or cooking, or sweeping the floor, or even standing on my head in the corner, because no one can see me at all. I'm invisible.
The invisible Mom. Some days I am only a pair of hands, nothing more: Can you fix this? Can you tie this? Can you open this? Some days I'm not a pair of hands; I'm not even a human being. I'm a clock to ask, 'What time is it?' I'm a satellite guide to answer, 'What number is the Disney Channel?' I'm a car to order, 'Right around 5:30, please.'
I was certain that these were the hands that once held books and the eyes that studied history and the mind that graduated sum a cum laude - but now they had disappeared into the peanut butter, never to be seen again. She's going; she's going; she is gone!
One night, a group of us were having dinner, celebrating the return of a friend from England .. Janice had just gotten back from a fabulous trip, and she was going on and on about the hotel she stayed in. I was sitting there, looking around at the others all put together so well. It was hard not to compare and feel sorry for myself. I was feeling pretty pathetic, when Janice turned to me with a beautifully wrapped package, and said, 'I brought you this.'
It was a book on the great cathedrals of Europe . I wasn't exactly sure why she'd given it to me until I read her inscription: 'To Charlotte , with admiration for the greatness of what you are building when no one sees.'
In the days ahead I would read - no, devour - the book. And I would discover what would become for me, four life-changing truths, after which I could pattern my work: No one can say who built the great cathedrals - we have no record of their names. These builders gave their whole lives for a work they would never see finished. They made great sacrifices and expected no credit. The passion of their building was fueled by their faith that the eyes of God saw everything.
A legendary story in the book told of a rich man who came to visit the cathedral while it was being built, and he saw a workman carving a tiny bird on the inside of a beam. He was puzzled and asked the man, 'Why are you spending so much time carving that bird into a beam that will be covered by the roof? No one will ever see it.' And the workman replied, 'Because God sees.' I closed the book, feeling the missing piece fall into place. It was almost as if I heard God whispering to me, 'I see you, Charlotte. I see the sacrifices you make every day, even when no one around you does. No act of kindness you've done, no sequin you've sewn on, no cupcake you've baked, is too small for me to notice and smile over. You are building a great cathedral, but you can't see right now what it will become.'
At times, my invisibility feels like an affliction. But it is not a disease that is erasing my life. It is the cure for the disease of my own self-centeredness. It is the antidote to my strong, stubborn pride. I keep the right perspective when I see myself as a great builder. As one of the people who show up at a job that they will never see finished, to work on something that their name will never be on.
The writer of the book went so far as to say that no cathedrals could ever be built in our lifetime because there are so few people willing to sacrifice to that degree. When I really think about it, I don't want my son to tell the friend he's bringing home from college for Thanksgiving, 'My Mom gets up at 4 in the morning and bakes homemade pies, and then she hand bastes a turkey for three hours and presses all the linens for the table.' That would mean I'd built a shrine or a monument to myself. I just want him to want to come home. And then, if there is anything more to say to his friend, to add, 'you're gonna love it there.'
As mothers, we are building great cathedrals. We cannot be seen if we're doing it right. And one day, it is very possible that the world will marvel, not only at what we have built, but at the beauty that has been added to the world by the sacrifices of invisible women. Great Job, MOM!
Hope this encourages you when the going gets tough as it sometimes does. We never know what our finished products will turn out to be because of our perseverance.
Invisible Mother......
It all began to make sense, the blank stares, the lack of response, the way one of the kids will walk into the room while I'm on the phone and ask to be taken to the store. Inside I'm thinking, 'Can't you see I'm on the phone?' Obviously, not. No one can see if I'm on the phone, or cooking, or sweeping the floor, or even standing on my head in the corner, because no one can see me at all. I'm invisible.
The invisible Mom. Some days I am only a pair of hands, nothing more: Can you fix this? Can you tie this? Can you open this? Some days I'm not a pair of hands; I'm not even a human being. I'm a clock to ask, 'What time is it?' I'm a satellite guide to answer, 'What number is the Disney Channel?' I'm a car to order, 'Right around 5:30, please.'
I was certain that these were the hands that once held books and the eyes that studied history and the mind that graduated sum a cum laude - but now they had disappeared into the peanut butter, never to be seen again. She's going; she's going; she is gone!
One night, a group of us were having dinner, celebrating the return of a friend from England .. Janice had just gotten back from a fabulous trip, and she was going on and on about the hotel she stayed in. I was sitting there, looking around at the others all put together so well. It was hard not to compare and feel sorry for myself. I was feeling pretty pathetic, when Janice turned to me with a beautifully wrapped package, and said, 'I brought you this.'
It was a book on the great cathedrals of Europe . I wasn't exactly sure why she'd given it to me until I read her inscription: 'To Charlotte , with admiration for the greatness of what you are building when no one sees.'
In the days ahead I would read - no, devour - the book. And I would discover what would become for me, four life-changing truths, after which I could pattern my work: No one can say who built the great cathedrals - we have no record of their names. These builders gave their whole lives for a work they would never see finished. They made great sacrifices and expected no credit. The passion of their building was fueled by their faith that the eyes of God saw everything.
A legendary story in the book told of a rich man who came to visit the cathedral while it was being built, and he saw a workman carving a tiny bird on the inside of a beam. He was puzzled and asked the man, 'Why are you spending so much time carving that bird into a beam that will be covered by the roof? No one will ever see it.' And the workman replied, 'Because God sees.' I closed the book, feeling the missing piece fall into place. It was almost as if I heard God whispering to me, 'I see you, Charlotte. I see the sacrifices you make every day, even when no one around you does. No act of kindness you've done, no sequin you've sewn on, no cupcake you've baked, is too small for me to notice and smile over. You are building a great cathedral, but you can't see right now what it will become.'
At times, my invisibility feels like an affliction. But it is not a disease that is erasing my life. It is the cure for the disease of my own self-centeredness. It is the antidote to my strong, stubborn pride. I keep the right perspective when I see myself as a great builder. As one of the people who show up at a job that they will never see finished, to work on something that their name will never be on.
The writer of the book went so far as to say that no cathedrals could ever be built in our lifetime because there are so few people willing to sacrifice to that degree. When I really think about it, I don't want my son to tell the friend he's bringing home from college for Thanksgiving, 'My Mom gets up at 4 in the morning and bakes homemade pies, and then she hand bastes a turkey for three hours and presses all the linens for the table.' That would mean I'd built a shrine or a monument to myself. I just want him to want to come home. And then, if there is anything more to say to his friend, to add, 'you're gonna love it there.'
As mothers, we are building great cathedrals. We cannot be seen if we're doing it right. And one day, it is very possible that the world will marvel, not only at what we have built, but at the beauty that has been added to the world by the sacrifices of invisible women. Great Job, MOM!
Hope this encourages you when the going gets tough as it sometimes does. We never know what our finished products will turn out to be because of our perseverance.
Monday, November 3, 2008
TAGGED This one is pretty fun:)
I am really excited about my future.
I think I know everything. (working on this one)
I know everything. (oh wait, I am working on that...)
I want to go back to Europe. It has been too long...
I have an OCD with toilet paper rolls being on the right way and a bad addiction to Facebook.
I dislike gossip and trash talkers...
I miss the 80's...
I fear being my own biggest obstacle.
I hear our buddy Tim on our conference call. He is amazing.
I smell nothing. My nose is still stuffy...
I crave (this is x-rated, I cannot say...)
I cry for my children. Actually, I cry all the time. It is probably because I am making up for Travis's lack of tears...
I search out encouraging, empowering, and uplifting people.
I wonder if I am that for others.
I regret nothing. Everything in my life has made me what I am today, and I am pretty happy with that.
I wish to be a blessing to everyone I come in contact with.
I love to love people. I want to make a difference.
I hate negative, critical, and judgemental people.
I care about too many things to list.
I always like to hang out with my kiddies and hubby.
I worry that I haven't done enough...
I am not a slacker.
I remember the 80's. What an awesome decade...
I believe that one person can make a difference.
I sing all the time... My life is a musical, I think I can turn anything into a song.
I argue with ignorant women in RS. They think I am a bitch...
I write too little. I think it is a lost art.
I win at everything I put my mind to...
I value time.
I listen to what I am taught by those who are where I want to be...
I don't want to be a wall flower at a party. I am the party.
I will be a difference maker.
I can be a bitch. (Especially if you are one if the ignorant women in RS)
I need 9 hours of sleep, or you get the bitch... (we have early church, hence above...)
I forget to pack sunglasses everytime I go out of town. I am always buying new ones.
I am happy pretty much all the time.
I tag everyone who wants to participate!
I am really excited about my future.
I think I know everything. (working on this one)
I know everything. (oh wait, I am working on that...)
I want to go back to Europe. It has been too long...
I have an OCD with toilet paper rolls being on the right way and a bad addiction to Facebook.
I dislike gossip and trash talkers...
I miss the 80's...
I fear being my own biggest obstacle.
I hear our buddy Tim on our conference call. He is amazing.
I smell nothing. My nose is still stuffy...
I crave (this is x-rated, I cannot say...)
I cry for my children. Actually, I cry all the time. It is probably because I am making up for Travis's lack of tears...
I search out encouraging, empowering, and uplifting people.
I wonder if I am that for others.
I regret nothing. Everything in my life has made me what I am today, and I am pretty happy with that.
I wish to be a blessing to everyone I come in contact with.
I love to love people. I want to make a difference.
I hate negative, critical, and judgemental people.
I care about too many things to list.
I always like to hang out with my kiddies and hubby.
I worry that I haven't done enough...
I am not a slacker.
I remember the 80's. What an awesome decade...
I believe that one person can make a difference.
I sing all the time... My life is a musical, I think I can turn anything into a song.
I argue with ignorant women in RS. They think I am a bitch...
I write too little. I think it is a lost art.
I win at everything I put my mind to...
I value time.
I listen to what I am taught by those who are where I want to be...
I don't want to be a wall flower at a party. I am the party.
I will be a difference maker.
I can be a bitch. (Especially if you are one if the ignorant women in RS)
I need 9 hours of sleep, or you get the bitch... (we have early church, hence above...)
I forget to pack sunglasses everytime I go out of town. I am always buying new ones.
I am happy pretty much all the time.
I tag everyone who wants to participate!
Sunday, November 2, 2008
So, all things considered, this Halloween was a fun!! Alivia was peeved beyond belief at her costume, which made it really funny. I think the only thing she enjoyed was saying "woof woof." Dylan had a cold so, he only lasted trick-or-treating for about 45 minutes. That was just fine with me (and I think Trav was not complaining about coming home to relax)! When Dylan got home, he wanted to hand out candy with me. He tried to strike up lengthy conversations with every kid at our door (for those of you who know Dylan well, I am sure you are laughing at this). His favorite was to poll them as to what he should be next year... How do you explain to a 6 year old that no one really gives a rip about what he wants to be... they just want what they came for!! I want candy!!
Thanks to Papa Chad for being a good sport in his Pirate get-up! And thanks to Trav for complying with the many requests for the "Return of Nacho Libre." Always a hit!!!
ok, can someone please explain to me what has happened to this pumpkin?!? SICK! Can you see that it is oozing some sort of unexplainalbe substance?? Dylan carved this one at a party about 6 days before Halloween. I don't think you can tell, but the inside is coated with about 2 inches of black mold. Yes, I know... it is quite possibly the most disgusting thing ever! And for the record, it stained my porch...
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Beautiful Children!
singing with the Goadies!!
The kids and I with Carolyn
Freedom!!
This is Trav and I with friends celebrating America and our free enterprise system!!
Crazy sisters
Hailey, I love you tons!! I am so dang proud of you!!
About Me
- Fancy Pants
- My life truly began on September 11, 1999. That is the day I married my amazing, champion husband, Travis. He is so perfect for me and I thank God for him everyday. We have been blessed with 2 beautiful children, Dylan, 5, and Alivia 1. They are the absolute joy in my life (next to Travis). I hope that everyday of my life each of them has no question that I love them. Words can never explain.
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