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Thursday, June 30, 2011
Baby bump pictures
I guess it was time for me to put up some pictures. They aren't the best quality, but here you go. It's fun to see the progression....and I am hoping it's just my belly....and my boobs that are getting bigger. :)
Sent from my LG phone
Monday, June 27, 2011
Victim: The Other Side of Murder
I just finished reading the novel, Victim: The Other Side of Murder by Gary Kinder. It’s about the Hi-Fi murders in Ogden during the 1970’s and the destructive acts the perpetrators did, but more about the overcoming trials the victims took part in. I have written and expressed various times about my feelings towards criminals and their punishment and how I loathe the trial process, but the father of one of the victims stated everything I have always wanted to say, just couldn’t tangibly put it down on paper.
I’m no attorney, I don’t know anything about the law, but I’ve been watching a little more carefully since this happened, and I see no real justice. For the victims, I don’t know. I think that everyone should have a fair trial, a good, honest, fair trial, and a chance to question that, to appeal it. After that I think it’s stupid to keep on with this appeal, appeal, and appeal. What the hell are they doing? What are they accomplishing? It’s been over eight years and we’re still screwing around, one court to the next, on court to the next. What the hell, why don’t they turn ‘em loose? If they’re going to do it, why the dell don’t they turn em loose? I don’t care what the hell they do, but they ought to do something. I think it’s stupid to just sit. They were sentenced to die and they’re still sitting around, fooling around, after eight years. If they are going to let those guys go, they ought to let them go. There’s a point where a guy’s had all the fair trials he’s going to get. And just going on and on and on is just a damn stupid thing as far as I am concerned. It’s just a mockery of the damn law. If they don’t have the guts enough to carry out the sentence, why don’t they turn them loose? See it doesn’t make any difference to me I wouldn’t give a damn if they turned Pierre loose this minute, forever. I’m not asking them to kill him. I don’t care if they kill him or not. They can turn him loose; it’s not going to make one pinch in hell difference to me. But the law says that he should die as his penalty. And if that’s what the law says, then that bugger should die. It’s that simple. Otherwise, why in the hell have the law? If they don’t want to execute people, then don’t make the punishment. It’s just a travesty of the law, just ridicules the law and it’s laughable. And that irritates the hell out of me. If it’s right, then it should be done. If it’s wrong, then it shouldn’t even be there at all. And if it’s for life, then it should be for life, and not five or six years later say: “oh, look how badly these people were treated These people have been maligned here. Here they are down here and they really didn’t mean to do it. They’ve had second thoughts about it.” That’s a bunch of bullticky. I don’t give a damn how angry they are, no one has the right to take another person’s life. Or torture them or do anything to them to change their situation. That’s antisocial, and I don’t give a damn what the cause is. But nobody wants to do anything about punishment and I don’t know why. They’re trying to find excuses to give people the leeway to do whatever the hell they want to do. And that’s stupid. No one forces anyone to do anything. And that’s the same with those boys….I’m still irritated that the situation in this country is such that you can’t feel comfortable to come and go in freedom. We should be able to do whatever we want, go wherever we want. Be perfectly safe and comfortable. And until that day happens, we’re damn fools for tolerating things the way they are. -Dr. Byron Naisbitt, Kinder Victim: The other side of murder (304-305) 1982.
I couldn’t have said it any better myself. He touches on the aspect of the law needing to carry out the sentence the criminal was given, the fact that the law takes an eternity to finish a “quick and speedy trial” and that the world needs a lot of fixes. I don’t understand much at all what runs through a criminals mind. But you have different levels of criminals. Jean Val Jean (spelling?) was a criminal because his family was starving and he stole a loaf of bread. That isn’t a big deal to me. The criminals that have to respect for human life rip the loving, understanding feelings inside of me and throw them aside. I have no patience, or respect for them. It isn’t just murderers, but rapist and child molesters (same same I know) are right there with the same attitude toward human life as the serial, or cruel murderers of the world. I won’t rant and rave because the quote about entirely finished my statements I try to relay. Food for thought.
I’m no attorney, I don’t know anything about the law, but I’ve been watching a little more carefully since this happened, and I see no real justice. For the victims, I don’t know. I think that everyone should have a fair trial, a good, honest, fair trial, and a chance to question that, to appeal it. After that I think it’s stupid to keep on with this appeal, appeal, and appeal. What the hell are they doing? What are they accomplishing? It’s been over eight years and we’re still screwing around, one court to the next, on court to the next. What the hell, why don’t they turn ‘em loose? If they’re going to do it, why the dell don’t they turn em loose? I don’t care what the hell they do, but they ought to do something. I think it’s stupid to just sit. They were sentenced to die and they’re still sitting around, fooling around, after eight years. If they are going to let those guys go, they ought to let them go. There’s a point where a guy’s had all the fair trials he’s going to get. And just going on and on and on is just a damn stupid thing as far as I am concerned. It’s just a mockery of the damn law. If they don’t have the guts enough to carry out the sentence, why don’t they turn them loose? See it doesn’t make any difference to me I wouldn’t give a damn if they turned Pierre loose this minute, forever. I’m not asking them to kill him. I don’t care if they kill him or not. They can turn him loose; it’s not going to make one pinch in hell difference to me. But the law says that he should die as his penalty. And if that’s what the law says, then that bugger should die. It’s that simple. Otherwise, why in the hell have the law? If they don’t want to execute people, then don’t make the punishment. It’s just a travesty of the law, just ridicules the law and it’s laughable. And that irritates the hell out of me. If it’s right, then it should be done. If it’s wrong, then it shouldn’t even be there at all. And if it’s for life, then it should be for life, and not five or six years later say: “oh, look how badly these people were treated These people have been maligned here. Here they are down here and they really didn’t mean to do it. They’ve had second thoughts about it.” That’s a bunch of bullticky. I don’t give a damn how angry they are, no one has the right to take another person’s life. Or torture them or do anything to them to change their situation. That’s antisocial, and I don’t give a damn what the cause is. But nobody wants to do anything about punishment and I don’t know why. They’re trying to find excuses to give people the leeway to do whatever the hell they want to do. And that’s stupid. No one forces anyone to do anything. And that’s the same with those boys….I’m still irritated that the situation in this country is such that you can’t feel comfortable to come and go in freedom. We should be able to do whatever we want, go wherever we want. Be perfectly safe and comfortable. And until that day happens, we’re damn fools for tolerating things the way they are. -Dr. Byron Naisbitt, Kinder Victim: The other side of murder (304-305) 1982.
I couldn’t have said it any better myself. He touches on the aspect of the law needing to carry out the sentence the criminal was given, the fact that the law takes an eternity to finish a “quick and speedy trial” and that the world needs a lot of fixes. I don’t understand much at all what runs through a criminals mind. But you have different levels of criminals. Jean Val Jean (spelling?) was a criminal because his family was starving and he stole a loaf of bread. That isn’t a big deal to me. The criminals that have to respect for human life rip the loving, understanding feelings inside of me and throw them aside. I have no patience, or respect for them. It isn’t just murderers, but rapist and child molesters (same same I know) are right there with the same attitude toward human life as the serial, or cruel murderers of the world. I won’t rant and rave because the quote about entirely finished my statements I try to relay. Food for thought.
Saturday, June 25, 2011
Syracuse Days Parade 2011
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| Waiting for the parade to start. |
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| Eric, Sarah and Mom |
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| The Ingram gang crossing the street. |
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| These cute boys ran over and sat on Brian's lap. |
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| Annabelle has the coolest hair ever. |
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| Can you believe he knows how to use a camelbak waterbottle!! HA |
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| Candy! |
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| Harry Potter! |
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| Carly, Miss Syracuse. Whoop |
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| Emily Miss Teen Syracuse. The small one in the middle that's hard to see. |
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| He just sat in Brian's lap the entire Parade! |
Thursday, June 23, 2011
It Doesn't Fit
…that’s what she said.
I love summer. There is a different atmosphere and a spring in my step when I feel the sunshine rays on the top of my head and penetrating my clothing. There are camping trips, fireworks, family reunions (I LOVE FAMILY REUNIONS), outside musky smells in your pores, hot dogs, burgers, mosquitoes, bbq chips and the smell of cream soda. Yet this wonderful season is also similar to a full moon. The entire weirdo community emerges. They don’t just gradually come out either. As soon as there is a ray of sunshine gleaming on the grass blades, they decide to come out in full force. A few sights got me thinking of how many peculiar and bizarre ….and stupid idiots are roaming the streets in our neighborhoods. I have a few examples, and please add to the list if you have others.
1. In the summer, people that wear clothing that is a good 4 sizes too small. With all the extra dermis that is protruding out of the crevices the small clothes make, you could have a blanket produced. As you are forced to witness the rumbling movements of these walking disasters, your eyes robotically glance up and down. As you start from the feet, they have on flip flops, which are worn and thin. Your eyes move towards the calves, bypassing the ankles because they don’t exist. The calves are large but not toned. Then the back thighs barely covered by torn shorts that are shorter than the underwear beneath them. The bumpy, goblin valley like surface is daunting to look at but mesmerizing. The butt. Yep I don’t need to describe it. You get the picture. Then you don’t know what to do from there, because the belly and the boobs become one. Of course the shirt…or whatever you wish to describe it as, is a string tank top and there is no bra. The belly almost reaches the skin on the thigh due to its elasticity and length. The poor creature could get away being prego and no one would know. The arms. Well you have seen them. I don’t need to go on. The face is usually held together with sunglasses, uncombed/unwashed hair and in either a high pony or classy bun. Beautiful…What doesn’t fit you ask…I will be paying for your health care in a few years if not already. That doesn’t fit. Oh and also your clothes.
2. Smart cars are a wonderful creation. All things that are smaller than they should be are a magnificent sight. Doesn’t mean they are functional or wise to own though. But you can’t tell me when you see a smart car, you don’t stop and stare….I admire. I will never own one, not sure anyone should, but this next couple definitely shouldn’t. Driving down the colorful streets of Otown, the driver’s eyes witness a glorious genre of sights. One of the most splendid….a blue smart car behind me. I was stopped; it was one of those days where the red lights were out to ruin your day and your time. They pull up appallingly close behind me. I glance. I look back to the impending stop light….then I think, “Did I just see…” I look again….yep….I did. A couple, man and wife, which is rare in itself, sitting in the front seats. Well there aren’t and back seats so they were seating in the car next to one another. The combined weight between the two lovely, respectable individuals of society….by my best guess….600lbs. I have never taken “put your shoulder to the wheel “literally until now when I have seen it’s possible. They didn’t fit. It just didn’t fit. Also the couple shoved into the car, was wearing the attire explain above.
3. This one I attribute to my good friend Samantha! She was astonished at the sight and didn’t see how two and two fit together. Cruising the vard as she routinely does, she saw a “rough looking” guy in his vehicle. No biggie. He was brushing his teeth…no biggie, weird though because when he needs to spit, where is he going to spit…yeah pass him quickly. But the weird part. It was a pink toothbrush…What? Rough and tough and a pink tooth brush… It didn’t fit.
4. Lastly, this one just annoys the poop out of me. Again it involves a car. I swear, we seem to think that our cars our similar to our homes. They are private and no one can see what goes on inside from the outside….nope…it’s hard to conceal your actions in your car. Well there was this beautiful gal, (really she also fits the description in item 1) sitting in her car smoking a doogie (that’s slang for cigarette apparently from my husband…which is also known as Popsicle on fire, and cigadoo). That drives me nuts anyway. It’s gross, disgusting and causes my lungs to collapse. She has her window rolled down a good inch so she can inhale even more of the delightful fumes…in the middle of summer…why not roll your window down all the way and turn off your AC? That’s not it…ready? There is a year old child in the back! If that’s all that would have been there, I would have been furious and tempted to roll my own window and shout irresponsible profanities to this selfish women….but what doesn’t fit….she has on oxygen tube clamped to her hairy nostrils, giving her breath!!!!!!!!!!! That’s not only one of the most dangerous things she could do, but to throw a child and no ventilation into the picture plus the pure irony of needing oxygen to breath while still smoking your dubbie stick….well that was it. I couldn’t even look at her. I drove off as soon as the light turn green and never looked back. How horrific. It didn’t fit.
I love summer. There is a different atmosphere and a spring in my step when I feel the sunshine rays on the top of my head and penetrating my clothing. There are camping trips, fireworks, family reunions (I LOVE FAMILY REUNIONS), outside musky smells in your pores, hot dogs, burgers, mosquitoes, bbq chips and the smell of cream soda. Yet this wonderful season is also similar to a full moon. The entire weirdo community emerges. They don’t just gradually come out either. As soon as there is a ray of sunshine gleaming on the grass blades, they decide to come out in full force. A few sights got me thinking of how many peculiar and bizarre ….and stupid idiots are roaming the streets in our neighborhoods. I have a few examples, and please add to the list if you have others.
1. In the summer, people that wear clothing that is a good 4 sizes too small. With all the extra dermis that is protruding out of the crevices the small clothes make, you could have a blanket produced. As you are forced to witness the rumbling movements of these walking disasters, your eyes robotically glance up and down. As you start from the feet, they have on flip flops, which are worn and thin. Your eyes move towards the calves, bypassing the ankles because they don’t exist. The calves are large but not toned. Then the back thighs barely covered by torn shorts that are shorter than the underwear beneath them. The bumpy, goblin valley like surface is daunting to look at but mesmerizing. The butt. Yep I don’t need to describe it. You get the picture. Then you don’t know what to do from there, because the belly and the boobs become one. Of course the shirt…or whatever you wish to describe it as, is a string tank top and there is no bra. The belly almost reaches the skin on the thigh due to its elasticity and length. The poor creature could get away being prego and no one would know. The arms. Well you have seen them. I don’t need to go on. The face is usually held together with sunglasses, uncombed/unwashed hair and in either a high pony or classy bun. Beautiful…What doesn’t fit you ask…I will be paying for your health care in a few years if not already. That doesn’t fit. Oh and also your clothes.
2. Smart cars are a wonderful creation. All things that are smaller than they should be are a magnificent sight. Doesn’t mean they are functional or wise to own though. But you can’t tell me when you see a smart car, you don’t stop and stare….I admire. I will never own one, not sure anyone should, but this next couple definitely shouldn’t. Driving down the colorful streets of Otown, the driver’s eyes witness a glorious genre of sights. One of the most splendid….a blue smart car behind me. I was stopped; it was one of those days where the red lights were out to ruin your day and your time. They pull up appallingly close behind me. I glance. I look back to the impending stop light….then I think, “Did I just see…” I look again….yep….I did. A couple, man and wife, which is rare in itself, sitting in the front seats. Well there aren’t and back seats so they were seating in the car next to one another. The combined weight between the two lovely, respectable individuals of society….by my best guess….600lbs. I have never taken “put your shoulder to the wheel “literally until now when I have seen it’s possible. They didn’t fit. It just didn’t fit. Also the couple shoved into the car, was wearing the attire explain above.
3. This one I attribute to my good friend Samantha! She was astonished at the sight and didn’t see how two and two fit together. Cruising the vard as she routinely does, she saw a “rough looking” guy in his vehicle. No biggie. He was brushing his teeth…no biggie, weird though because when he needs to spit, where is he going to spit…yeah pass him quickly. But the weird part. It was a pink toothbrush…What? Rough and tough and a pink tooth brush… It didn’t fit.
4. Lastly, this one just annoys the poop out of me. Again it involves a car. I swear, we seem to think that our cars our similar to our homes. They are private and no one can see what goes on inside from the outside….nope…it’s hard to conceal your actions in your car. Well there was this beautiful gal, (really she also fits the description in item 1) sitting in her car smoking a doogie (that’s slang for cigarette apparently from my husband…which is also known as Popsicle on fire, and cigadoo). That drives me nuts anyway. It’s gross, disgusting and causes my lungs to collapse. She has her window rolled down a good inch so she can inhale even more of the delightful fumes…in the middle of summer…why not roll your window down all the way and turn off your AC? That’s not it…ready? There is a year old child in the back! If that’s all that would have been there, I would have been furious and tempted to roll my own window and shout irresponsible profanities to this selfish women….but what doesn’t fit….she has on oxygen tube clamped to her hairy nostrils, giving her breath!!!!!!!!!!! That’s not only one of the most dangerous things she could do, but to throw a child and no ventilation into the picture plus the pure irony of needing oxygen to breath while still smoking your dubbie stick….well that was it. I couldn’t even look at her. I drove off as soon as the light turn green and never looked back. How horrific. It didn’t fit.
Tuesday, June 21, 2011
Plethora
Various events have taken place in the last few weeks that have influenced my thought processes and the way I perceive the world and the people in it. The past two years have been extremely lively and if I may, comparable to hell on earth at moments. First my best friend, vent companion, left for two years to live in a foreign, desolate, unknown country and to leave me without my goofy, second half. He gets me. I can say something that sounds out of the blue and completely obscure, but he knows exactly what I am referring to. That sounds pretty selfish. He went on a mission to serve the lord and witness to those searching, of the everlasting atonement and of Christ and his glory. He did a good job.
Second, I blew out my knee again, but this event demanded surgery and months and months of rehab….and no soccer playing….awesome. If you even know me even a diminutive amount, you know that above all my skills and hobbies, which are limited, soccer is in my blood. It was devastating and I don’t know how many times Brian held me in his arms as I cried because I just couldn’t play. It was temporary, yes, as all things are, but humans don’t see things as provisional. It was hard to look past.
Third, I changed jobs, started the grueling part of my schooling; student teaching and Brian lost his job. OK that last one was actually three but I thought I would just get them all out in the open. But as I look back, the good over shadowed the bad by a thousand times.
One, I am closer to my younger siblings than I have ever been in my life. We are older, more trusting and connected. We laugh, giggle, and would rather spend the weekends with one another than with our friends. We have had so many breathtaking times that continue to exceed my expectations of what I have always sought after in sibling relationships.
Second, Brian got a job in his career field that has benefited us more than I could have ever anticipated. He is such an incredibly hard worker and as with every job has its difficulties, has seen over them, and knows what’s important and doesn’t let the work drama in every job influence his work, determination and endurance. I am so thankful to have married a man that is such a great provider, example and leader. Also he is going to be a wonderful father. Seeing him with younger children is remarkable. He hasn’t had a lot of experience with children, but as I watch him play, care, and even discipline, he is everything I have ever wanted in a father for my children. Our views are exact on what we expect and understand in child raising.
That brings me to the third and most exciting aspect of the past two years. Children. I always wanted to finish my schooling before having children. It just makes life easier, at least as a women going to school. Brian and I have prayed fasted, prayed and fasted some more for an answer on when the appropriate time would be for us to fulfill our promises to our heavenly father. Once we got our answer, (which is such a pain to wait for, darn patience) we knew it was time. I would be finished with school, Brian had an outstanding job that would allow me to stay home with our child and we were prepared emotionally. I can honestly say I have never felt more prepared and ready for anything ever before in my life after I received this daunting answer. But it didn’t happen as we had hoped. Stupid timeline. I have mine and Heavenly Father has his. I wish I knew his because mine is always off, which tries my patience. Well after months and tears of not understanding his time frame, it happened. We are thrilled, overjoyed and ecstatic. I have always loved children, it’s one of my passions, but when I think of my own, words can’t describe the feelings that overcome me. All the little aspects that I get so excited for are fun. The kicks, the hiccups (which he gets multiple times a day everyday), and the easy pregnancy that I have had thus far makes it fun to talk about. I don’t understand though why others don’t get excited like I do. Especially those close to me. Brian gets ecstatic. I love that. But some don’t. I have a check list in my life. 1 Finish high school. 2 Go to college. 3 Get a good job. 4 Go skydiving. 5 Get married in the temple to a returned missionary. 6 Finish College with my Bachelors. 7 Have a family of my own. Check check check check check check and almost check. I am not trying to brag about all that I have accomplished, but to show that I am a responsible adult and know how to complete the goals I set in my life. Some are fun; some are ones I have worked for my entire life. I am not a failure and I know when the time is right for me to move forward in my life. Each goal I accomplish, I am the first in my family to do so. Each time it’s a new experience for everyone because I am the oldest. New things are scary. But I am prepared and ready, I just hope that others see that and support Brian and me in our adventures. It’s a remarkable feeling knowing that the decision or answer you have been waiting for has been answered. It’s all you can focus on and it’s like a blanket in the cold air. Warm, comforting and safe. It never leaves your side and is always with you.
That was quite the tangent, my apologies. Oh one other thing has happened this year….Max came home. Not only did he come home, but he came home the same…but different. His personality is the same. He has his goofiness, loving, carefree character, but is the best, utmost example for me and more importantly, my younger siblings. They look up to him more than anyone I know and to see what he has done in his life; I know will influence them for the better. It’s amazing, as if he never left. I can talk to him like he has been here the past two years. We vent, laugh, tease and share our deepest thoughts to one another. He has only been home 4 days.
That was a long, mixed up post with a lot of emotions in it. But it’s remarkable at what putting feelings and emotions on paper can do for you. Anyway, there you go.
Tuesday, May 24, 2011
Sisters
I am lucky enough to have one sister. One sister 8 years younger than me. And we are so awesome! She is amazing. So much fun and eager to be everyone's friend. Lucky for me, I am and she is my only sister and that is something I love to brag about. I claim her, because not many people will....Take a look at the pictures below and get a glimpse into the life of my great and only sister Emily. Love ya.
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| Two beauties. |
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| If you don't know, Emily was in a movie titled, Ugly Girl Dancing ....She was the ugly girl. |
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| She always takes the best pictures. |
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| Give her a camera and there is no turning back. |
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| I can't help but giggle at this one. This is how she really went to bed in the Uintahs. |
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| Bwhahaha. |
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| Get out of her way... |
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| Had to capture the moment. She is holding Thatcher and he isn't crying. |
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| This was a fun clogging trip. |
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