Anna and I are flying to LA today! Just the two of us. I'm pretty excited to get to go to a couple of big family events in Bako this weekend. We fly home Sunday night. Tonight my little brother who has managed to make me proud of him, is having his movie premiere. (I sure hope he made a clean movie, so I can remain proud.) But it should be really fun. He said it's gonna be "off the chain". Which he had to inform me meant "really cool." Duh.
Drew blogged about his movie -so go check it out if you want more info.
Also on Sunday baby Jesse is going to be blessed. So I finally get to meet Miracle Baby! Woohoo!
See ya all later.
Friday, February 27, 2009
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Saturday, February 21, 2009
Celebrity Sighting
Guess who was in front of Steve in the checkout line at the grocery store tonight?
In LDS culture it's like seeing Brangelina.
No, Steve didn't get the guts to talk to him. Apparently President Eyring lives really close to us.
Also, I thought I might announce that we closed on our house on Thursday. We put off closing as long as possible. But we were excited to have gotten an even 5% interest rate on our loan.
I'm not sure when we'll be moving in. I have actually been feeling better lately. I have been keeping almost everything I eat down the past few days. I'm still nauseated, and can't seem to get enough rest, but I do feel like I'm getting better! But moving seems way beyond my ability at this point. I'm trying to talk Steve into letting us hire a moving company to do it all. But we'll see what happens.
In LDS culture it's like seeing Brangelina.No, Steve didn't get the guts to talk to him. Apparently President Eyring lives really close to us.
Also, I thought I might announce that we closed on our house on Thursday. We put off closing as long as possible. But we were excited to have gotten an even 5% interest rate on our loan.
I'm not sure when we'll be moving in. I have actually been feeling better lately. I have been keeping almost everything I eat down the past few days. I'm still nauseated, and can't seem to get enough rest, but I do feel like I'm getting better! But moving seems way beyond my ability at this point. I'm trying to talk Steve into letting us hire a moving company to do it all. But we'll see what happens.
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Numero Diez
Yep, Celeste turned 10 today. I can't believe I've got a 10 year old! Here are some very poor quality old photos of Celeste to prove she was a cutie too.
Here she is I believe 9 years ago to the day. This is with her newly arrived baby brother. They became fast friends.
This is her and Jonah at the zoo just before Eden was born.
Photo shoot with Eden.
On stage at one of her dance recitals trying not to mess up her lipstick. Approx age 5.
So today I had the privilege of taking this girl out on a date and we had a fantastic time together. Afterwards I was again struck by the maturity of this girl. I was thinking about our conversation over lunch. Sitting and talking with Celeste is not like talking to any other 10 year old. We got on the topic of WW2. Not only that, she was telling me all about France's part in WW2. She was telling me about the invasion, Jews who had previously fled there, how it had originally seemed to Jews like one of the safer places in Europe, the concentration camps, and death camps there, where they were located, the difference between a death camp and concentration camp and so forth. A little disturbing that she knew so much, but still kind of impressive. She told me plenty things I didn't know myself.
Here she is I believe 9 years ago to the day. This is with her newly arrived baby brother. They became fast friends.
This is her and Jonah at the zoo just before Eden was born.
Photo shoot with Eden.
On stage at one of her dance recitals trying not to mess up her lipstick. Approx age 5.
So today I had the privilege of taking this girl out on a date and we had a fantastic time together. Afterwards I was again struck by the maturity of this girl. I was thinking about our conversation over lunch. Sitting and talking with Celeste is not like talking to any other 10 year old. We got on the topic of WW2. Not only that, she was telling me all about France's part in WW2. She was telling me about the invasion, Jews who had previously fled there, how it had originally seemed to Jews like one of the safer places in Europe, the concentration camps, and death camps there, where they were located, the difference between a death camp and concentration camp and so forth. A little disturbing that she knew so much, but still kind of impressive. She told me plenty things I didn't know myself. I was also quite touched the other day to find the following memo typed into my PDA:
"Your daughter, Anna Celeste loves you so much you wouldn't believe it! And she knows you love her too! She offers to help during your hard pregnancy. What she means is cleaning, the children, and more housework. In hopes that the pregnancy goes well. She wishes you goodbye!"(Obviously written by Celeste.) Yeah, it paints her life to be so Cinderella, but it really isn't. She can be quite the drama queen at times, but her gifts and talents are quite outstanding and we adore her.
Happy Birthday Celeste!
Feel free to bypass commenting here. Rather, visit her blog to comment there and wish her well if you feel so inclined.
Celeste
Celeste
Monday, February 16, 2009
Chunk
Today Jonah turned 9! In honor of this boy we love, here are some random old photos of him.
Skating for FFD.
Our kids fave babysitter: the TV/Movies. It has a sedating effect on them. Jonah, Eden and Becca were all big time thumb suckers. To finally get Jonah and Eden to quit when Jonah was 5 years old, I sewed the sleeves of their long sleeve shirts shut! They were required to wear these shirts whenever they were in the car, watching TV or sleeping. It worked!
Here's Jonah at about the age of 4 at a Father's and Son's campout.
They loved that path behind our old house!
It was a little nipply at Pismo Beach that day. Jonah and Dad were a couple of Idaho albinos.
But so cute.
Happy Birthday Jonah!
We've got two nine year olds for two days.
If you want to send him your birthday wishes, visit his blog and leave him a comment.
It would mean a lot to him!
Here's a link for your clicking convenience:
Jonah
Skating for FFD.
Our kids fave babysitter: the TV/Movies. It has a sedating effect on them. Jonah, Eden and Becca were all big time thumb suckers. To finally get Jonah and Eden to quit when Jonah was 5 years old, I sewed the sleeves of their long sleeve shirts shut! They were required to wear these shirts whenever they were in the car, watching TV or sleeping. It worked!
Here's Jonah at about the age of 4 at a Father's and Son's campout.
They loved that path behind our old house!
It was a little nipply at Pismo Beach that day. Jonah and Dad were a couple of Idaho albinos.But so cute.
Happy Birthday Jonah!We've got two nine year olds for two days.
If you want to send him your birthday wishes, visit his blog and leave him a comment.
It would mean a lot to him!
Here's a link for your clicking convenience:
Jonah
Sunday, February 15, 2009
My food OCD
So there are some strange things about me. One of them is my food aversions. I am incredibly picky about what I eat. It's basically OCD.
Imagine if you will, your favorite food. Lets say for the sake of argument it is homemade bread. (Which happens to be one of my all time faves.) So you love homemade bread. LOVE it.
There you are watching an expert baker prepare your bread. They are throwing in all the ingredients; yeast, wheat flour, salt, water, sugar, etc... Then they begin to carefully knead the dough. But just as they are pressing their fingers and hands into the dough, they pick their nose. A big juicy you know what comes out. Then they get back to work kneading that beautiful dough. Without washing their hands. Does that yummy wheat bread seem all that appetizing to you now? Not me! I would never eat it. Even if I was dying of hunger probably.
That is the feeling I get about a lot of foods when I see or hear or read about something in the food preparation that bothers me.
Examples include but are not limited to: Kids with undoubtedly yucky hands touching my food (I consider my kids just as unclean as all of yours btw), or coughing on it, cooking in an unclean kitchen, cooking with unclean cooking utensils, cooks who don't wash their hands with soap, and so on. It's a curse of mine. I just have a really hard time with it. Really hard time. This unfortunate problem has gradually developed over the course of several years. It started when I took a food handling class years ago.
A few years back I stumbled across some websites that were probably written by some total animal rights activists that were way over the top. I came across the websites when I was watching movie previews of all things. Kind of like those poor people who against their will get porn pop-ups on their computers. So the info I was reading came from some big time animal rights activists I think. You know the kind of people who feel like a family should be kicked out of their home of 30 years because a kangaroo rat may possibly be living on the premises. Get my drift?
So this particular website went into great detail about the entire meat packing process. Believe me, it was truly disturbing to me. Not because I think that eating meat is evil, but because it grossed me out worse than the thought of someone peeing in my lemonade. Really. I wont tell you the awful things I read because I think you are better off not knowing. It's really nasty. So I gave up red meat immediately. It wasn't hard for me at all. I haven't eaten red meat once since. I hadn't at the time come across anything bad about poultry or fish or pigs. But later did find out a few yucky things about those too despite myself. I've decided I would rather stay in the dark about most things now or I would starve to death. Shortly after giving up cows,
I gave up pigs
and sheep too.
If you look at these animals it seems strange to me to even think they would be appetizing anyhow. I mean really...
Imagine if you will, your favorite food. Lets say for the sake of argument it is homemade bread. (Which happens to be one of my all time faves.) So you love homemade bread. LOVE it.
There you are watching an expert baker prepare your bread. They are throwing in all the ingredients; yeast, wheat flour, salt, water, sugar, etc... Then they begin to carefully knead the dough. But just as they are pressing their fingers and hands into the dough, they pick their nose. A big juicy you know what comes out. Then they get back to work kneading that beautiful dough. Without washing their hands. Does that yummy wheat bread seem all that appetizing to you now? Not me! I would never eat it. Even if I was dying of hunger probably.
That is the feeling I get about a lot of foods when I see or hear or read about something in the food preparation that bothers me.
Examples include but are not limited to: Kids with undoubtedly yucky hands touching my food (I consider my kids just as unclean as all of yours btw), or coughing on it, cooking in an unclean kitchen, cooking with unclean cooking utensils, cooks who don't wash their hands with soap, and so on. It's a curse of mine. I just have a really hard time with it. Really hard time. This unfortunate problem has gradually developed over the course of several years. It started when I took a food handling class years ago.
A few years back I stumbled across some websites that were probably written by some total animal rights activists that were way over the top. I came across the websites when I was watching movie previews of all things. Kind of like those poor people who against their will get porn pop-ups on their computers. So the info I was reading came from some big time animal rights activists I think. You know the kind of people who feel like a family should be kicked out of their home of 30 years because a kangaroo rat may possibly be living on the premises. Get my drift?
So this particular website went into great detail about the entire meat packing process. Believe me, it was truly disturbing to me. Not because I think that eating meat is evil, but because it grossed me out worse than the thought of someone peeing in my lemonade. Really. I wont tell you the awful things I read because I think you are better off not knowing. It's really nasty. So I gave up red meat immediately. It wasn't hard for me at all. I haven't eaten red meat once since. I hadn't at the time come across anything bad about poultry or fish or pigs. But later did find out a few yucky things about those too despite myself. I've decided I would rather stay in the dark about most things now or I would starve to death. Shortly after giving up cows,
I gave up pigs
and sheep too.
If you look at these animals it seems strange to me to even think they would be appetizing anyhow. I mean really...Now I will eat a little chicken and turkey and occasionally some seafood. But it's not my favorite thing by any means. I have never liked Mexican food, the authentic kind, because it really does look like diarrhea.
Do you deny? This was some Mexican beans I saw online. Nothing unusual here as far as Mexican dishes go.
If you look at the end of the ingredient list where it says "colored with carmine" you'll see it. Carmine is called many names on labels. Everything but what it really is: crushed up or boiled beetles.
Do you also know that these are the only kinds of eggs I buy?
Notice the "Always Cage Free" statement.
Do you deny? This was some Mexican beans I saw online. Nothing unusual here as far as Mexican dishes go.With that in mind, you will be surprised to know that I have now overcome my aversion to beetles. I used to not eat yogurt because many of them (the ones that are red or pink mostly) have some beetles in them. But I'm over that now.
If you look at the end of the ingredient list where it says "colored with carmine" you'll see it. Carmine is called many names on labels. Everything but what it really is: crushed up or boiled beetles.Here's a snip from Wikepedia:
Carmine, also called Crimson Lake, Cochineal, Natural Red 4, C.I. 75470, or E120, is a pigment of a bright red color obtained from the carminic acid produced by some scale insects, such as the cochineal and the Polish cochineal, and is used as a general term for a particularly deep red color. Carmine is used in the manufacture of artificial flowers, paints, rouge, yogurt, cosmetics, food additives, and crimson ink.
Yeah, it's in this kind of yogurt as well as many other kinds. Like just plain old strawberry flavored ones.
Do you also know that these are the only kinds of eggs I buy?
Notice the "Always Cage Free" statement.And this statement on every carton too:
Yep, I want the eggs I eat to come from the best chickens. You know the ones with enough class to be able to preen and socialize and roam free with all of their other high class chicken friends.
It's important to me.
Yep, I want the eggs I eat to come from the best chickens. You know the ones with enough class to be able to preen and socialize and roam free with all of their other high class chicken friends.It's important to me.
Wanna know what turned me off to normal eggs? You'll think this is even stranger, but I admitted to the OCD already above and OCD is the perfect excuse for many other strange human behaviors. It's almost a fad.
So it was the scene in Napoleon Dynamite where Napoleon is shoving chickens into these itty bitty cages on that farm. Then he proceeds to be served a drink of mixed up raw eggs. Yummy. That was it for me.
Friday, February 13, 2009
Stats
Sometimes I want to post something that is meaningless.
Sometimes I want to post something that will entertain.
Sometimes I just feel like getting something off my chest.
And then there's times that I want something important to me documented. I have published my blog in a book for my own posterity's sake. I plan to continue to do so. This is one of those posts that are just important for me and my little family.
But you are all welcome to step into our private lives, cuz I'm like open like that.
In honor of Valentines Day and some other special anniversaries, here are some Steve and Amanda stats:
Met: Day after Thanksgiving 1997
Where: Boise Idaho
Next Time we saw each other: End of January 1998
First Date: February 7, 1998 (Steve's 27th birthday)
First Kiss: February 11, 1998
Second Date: February 13, 1998
Proposal: February 13, 1998
Wedding Date: May 8, 1998
Where: LA Calif.
First Child Born: 9 months + 10 days later
I think that the biggest lesson I've learned from my husband is that God is way smarter than me. That God knows what's best for me and I don't. Steve is nothing like all the other guys I dated. He's not at all the kind of guy I thought I'd ever marry. I thought we were so different and he wasn't really my type when we met. I can see the hand of God in our meeting and engagement so clearly now and I know that it was Divine intervention that brought us together. It would be rude of me not to give Amy the proper thanks too for hooking Steve up with my sister. She was inspired in a strange twisted kind of way. Thanks Amy.
I can list several experiences that prove to me that God was involved in our matching up. Like how I ended up going to Boise for Thanksgiving when it was totally not in my own personal plans. And the ultimate motivation for me to move all the way to Boise Idaho of all places in January of 1998. The dream that I had that changed my life. The prayer that I had with the answer that changed my life. And much more. All I can say, is this guy has been nothing but good for me and I am profoundly grateful!
Happy Valentines Day Steve! And happy Valentines Day to all you out there and your special someones.
Sometimes I want to post something that will entertain.
Sometimes I just feel like getting something off my chest.
And then there's times that I want something important to me documented. I have published my blog in a book for my own posterity's sake. I plan to continue to do so. This is one of those posts that are just important for me and my little family.
But you are all welcome to step into our private lives, cuz I'm like open like that.
In honor of Valentines Day and some other special anniversaries, here are some Steve and Amanda stats:
Met: Day after Thanksgiving 1997
Where: Boise Idaho
Next Time we saw each other: End of January 1998
First Date: February 7, 1998 (Steve's 27th birthday)
First Kiss: February 11, 1998
Second Date: February 13, 1998
Proposal: February 13, 1998
Wedding Date: May 8, 1998
Where: LA Calif.
First Child Born: 9 months + 10 days later
I think that the biggest lesson I've learned from my husband is that God is way smarter than me. That God knows what's best for me and I don't. Steve is nothing like all the other guys I dated. He's not at all the kind of guy I thought I'd ever marry. I thought we were so different and he wasn't really my type when we met. I can see the hand of God in our meeting and engagement so clearly now and I know that it was Divine intervention that brought us together. It would be rude of me not to give Amy the proper thanks too for hooking Steve up with my sister. She was inspired in a strange twisted kind of way. Thanks Amy.
I can list several experiences that prove to me that God was involved in our matching up. Like how I ended up going to Boise for Thanksgiving when it was totally not in my own personal plans. And the ultimate motivation for me to move all the way to Boise Idaho of all places in January of 1998. The dream that I had that changed my life. The prayer that I had with the answer that changed my life. And much more. All I can say, is this guy has been nothing but good for me and I am profoundly grateful!
Happy Valentines Day Steve! And happy Valentines Day to all you out there and your special someones.
Thursday, February 12, 2009
Confession
I've been wearing my PJ's for days straight.
I haven't worn makeup or done my hair for days.
I have done hardly anything but lay in bed all the time.
NO cooking NO cleaning NO housewife or motherly work.
I have more zits than my 16 year old guitar teacher Trevor.
I have still managed to gain weight and look very flabby. How does that work?!
I make Tatiana on American Idol Season 8 look hot.
I feel super sick.
I am basically useless to all around me.
I used to pray to be humble.
I think God answered my prayer. :) I've never felt more humbled in my life.
However,
I truly am happy and feel more blessed than ever.
Steve is so sweet and patient with me.
He expects nothing of me and treats me like a queen.
I am counting my lucky stars.
...1,999, 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003...
Yeah, there's nothing else to blog about.
I haven't worn makeup or done my hair for days.
I have done hardly anything but lay in bed all the time.
NO cooking NO cleaning NO housewife or motherly work.
I have more zits than my 16 year old guitar teacher Trevor.
I have still managed to gain weight and look very flabby. How does that work?!
I make Tatiana on American Idol Season 8 look hot.
I feel super sick.
I am basically useless to all around me.
I used to pray to be humble.
I think God answered my prayer. :) I've never felt more humbled in my life.
However,
I truly am happy and feel more blessed than ever.
Steve is so sweet and patient with me.
He expects nothing of me and treats me like a queen.
I am counting my lucky stars.
...1,999, 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003...
Yeah, there's nothing else to blog about.
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
Baby's first photo
I got an ultrasound today. Here is an image of the miniature person in my belly. This was a lovely sight to me!
Saturday, February 7, 2009
Guest Blogger
Hey everyone, this is Amanda. But I am turning this post over to a guest blogger, who will give you a rundown of the birthday festivities. Guess who the guest blogger is at the end.
Take over "Guest Blogger"...
____________________________________
A birthday balloon.
The birthday man!
The kids just being funny.
Another hard blow at the pinata.
Steve's birthday sign.
Celeste blowing up balloons and every one else being crazy.
Today the 7th of February is Steven Gordon Bishop's birthday and luckily his family had a way to celebrate his birthday. It started at 8:00 am yesterday when his little girl, Celeste began crying she had nothing to give him for his birthday. So she came up with a simple solution (why not go grocery shopping for presents?). At 5:00 pm that same day (Steve was at work) the family started on her plan. They began with cleaning, every window was washed, every floor vacuumed, and everything looked great (about the windows we really skipped one). By 6:00 pm they were ready to buy the decorations and presents so they set off for Jonathan's Party Store (perfect name for our situation, eh?). There his kids and wife began searching. Celeste bought balloons, a ribbon reading Your Special Day, and a box of candy called Sour Patches. Jonah bought a stuffed animal monkey. Eden bought 4 suckers, 2 Air Heads, a bear stuffed animal, and more balloons. And his little Becca Boo bought him a pinata and candy for it. His wife got streamers, and a birthday table cloth. When they got home they decorated. It was all ready. The Party that was today...... Steve was finishing off the candy when they decided to start on the pinata. 70 hard blows by Steve and a couple by the kids and the most that had happened was it's arm fell off. They ended up having to cut it apart. Funny, right? Then they had the pie (Banana Cream). Great party! Right?
Take over "Guest Blogger"...
____________________________________
A birthday balloon.
The birthday man!
The kids just being funny.
Another hard blow at the pinata.
Steve's birthday sign.
Celeste blowing up balloons and every one else being crazy.
Today the 7th of February is Steven Gordon Bishop's birthday and luckily his family had a way to celebrate his birthday. It started at 8:00 am yesterday when his little girl, Celeste began crying she had nothing to give him for his birthday. So she came up with a simple solution (why not go grocery shopping for presents?). At 5:00 pm that same day (Steve was at work) the family started on her plan. They began with cleaning, every window was washed, every floor vacuumed, and everything looked great (about the windows we really skipped one). By 6:00 pm they were ready to buy the decorations and presents so they set off for Jonathan's Party Store (perfect name for our situation, eh?). There his kids and wife began searching. Celeste bought balloons, a ribbon reading Your Special Day, and a box of candy called Sour Patches. Jonah bought a stuffed animal monkey. Eden bought 4 suckers, 2 Air Heads, a bear stuffed animal, and more balloons. And his little Becca Boo bought him a pinata and candy for it. His wife got streamers, and a birthday table cloth. When they got home they decorated. It was all ready. The Party that was today...... Steve was finishing off the candy when they decided to start on the pinata. 70 hard blows by Steve and a couple by the kids and the most that had happened was it's arm fell off. They ended up having to cut it apart. Funny, right? Then they had the pie (Banana Cream). Great party! Right? - Guess who I am on comments!
Friday, February 6, 2009
Public Apology
Last night Celeste says to me:
"Mom I really don't want to hurt your feelings, but your blog posts are dull."
"Mom I really don't want to hurt your feelings, but your blog posts are dull."
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
Flashback
I have not had anything I've felt like blogging about. But I don't like keeping any post sitting there very long. It gets boring you know.
So in looking for an idea, I went through my old photo album and found this little photo with a story that I love behind it. Do you want to see the WORST hairdo I've ever had? I thought so...
You are very welcome.So on the left is my dear dear friend Dana. Amy is in the middle, (at her baptism,) and I'm on the right. This is when I lived in Philly back in 1997. So at that time I was going psycho. I am not afraid to admit it. Looking back, it all feels like a dream. Before I moved to Philly I was already showing signs of Bipolar but it wasn't until I moved to Philly that I went totally nuts. I didn't really know a soul when I moved there. Except for Dana. Dana and I met in Provo, Utah that Summer and she was hired on as a nanny in Philly. The neighbors of the family she would be nannying for were also looking for a nanny and Dana recommended me. We both moved there and became super close.
At the same time, I was having some crazy rapid cycling. I was super depressed one moment and super hyper the next. Up and down like crazy all day every day. I was even hallucinating. Things like seeing a bat in my room that wasn't really there, and thinking that floors were moving all around under me while I was in public...crazy stuff. And like most psycho people, I didn't know I was psycho. Fortunately, I had made a few friends and one of them was kind enough to sit me down and tell me that he thought I was psycho and I needed to get in with a psychiatrist. And I did.
All along this craziness I had the most wonderful friend with me. Dana.
Dana was so patient with me. She held me and loved me through the entire stinkin mess.
She was a lifesaver!
Here's an example of what a great friend she was. Now I'm getting back to the point of the picture here and the story that is dear to my heart. For some freak reason I decided to cut my hair. I was alone and went ahead chopping it off. (Kind of like crazy Brittney Spears. I'm sure she's bipolar.) The result...see above. Then Dana comes along and she sees my hair. I cried. And you know what she said? She said "Would it make you feel better if I cut my hair too?" And this is how bad of a friend I was. I said yes. Isn't that horrible!?
So she cut her hair too. The result...see above photo again.
Disaster. A couple of major mushroom heads.
There's a happy ending here. 1- My hair grew back eventually and 2- Dana lives only a few miles away. Love that girl.
So in looking for an idea, I went through my old photo album and found this little photo with a story that I love behind it. Do you want to see the WORST hairdo I've ever had? I thought so...
You are very welcome.At the same time, I was having some crazy rapid cycling. I was super depressed one moment and super hyper the next. Up and down like crazy all day every day. I was even hallucinating. Things like seeing a bat in my room that wasn't really there, and thinking that floors were moving all around under me while I was in public...crazy stuff. And like most psycho people, I didn't know I was psycho. Fortunately, I had made a few friends and one of them was kind enough to sit me down and tell me that he thought I was psycho and I needed to get in with a psychiatrist. And I did.
All along this craziness I had the most wonderful friend with me. Dana.
Dana was so patient with me. She held me and loved me through the entire stinkin mess.
She was a lifesaver!
Here's an example of what a great friend she was. Now I'm getting back to the point of the picture here and the story that is dear to my heart. For some freak reason I decided to cut my hair. I was alone and went ahead chopping it off. (Kind of like crazy Brittney Spears. I'm sure she's bipolar.) The result...see above. Then Dana comes along and she sees my hair. I cried. And you know what she said? She said "Would it make you feel better if I cut my hair too?" And this is how bad of a friend I was. I said yes. Isn't that horrible!?
So she cut her hair too. The result...see above photo again.
Disaster. A couple of major mushroom heads.
There's a happy ending here. 1- My hair grew back eventually and 2- Dana lives only a few miles away. Love that girl.
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