tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-59682348045423359712024-03-13T11:35:39.872-07:00Smiling's My FavoriteI blog when cool stuff happens and when it doesn't. I'm learning to be honest about my depression and anxiety and I rarely wear sensible shoes.Emhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07706234366877200889noreply@blogger.comBlogger49125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5968234804542335971.post-77253701066414262892014-11-10T23:27:00.000-08:002014-11-10T23:28:06.700-08:00My Very Own PatronusSo, my last couple of blog posts have been pretty intense and I wanted to show a lighter side of my life today. One of the ways I have learned to deal with my super-high alert anxiety and depression comes in the form of my own personal Patronus named Copper.<br />
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Copper is my ESA, or Emotional Support Animal. While he has not been specially trained and is not a registered Therapy Animal he is nevertheless a recognized form of therapy.<br />
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As stated before I decided to begin my journey with meds and therapy which got me started in a really good direction with just a few bumps along the way. For me it was working pretty well and I was getting to a much better mental place in my head. However, I didn't feel like I was finished. There wasn't anything I could put my finger on but I just knew I needed more. My meds were there to help stabilize, but meds can only do so much. Mental health is something you must work at and constantly monitor and pay attention to when you are in as deep as I was. Mine were a crutch, a support structure if you will and I knew instinctively that I needed more than just meds to keep the depression and anxiety at bay.<br />
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I actually learned about these kinds of therapy animals through <a href="http://www.robisonwells.com/" target="_blank">Robison Wells</a>. (AWESOME author and all around great guy.) Rob deals with some of the same things I do, but on a much more severe level. He ended up with a beautiful and super sweet dog named Annie. Seriously, she is a doll.<br />
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I was willing to put a lot of thought into this direction, knowing it wasn't something I should rush into. After all, a partnership with an animal (therapy or 'regular') wasn't something to take likely. It's a partnership that would be dependent on my needs as well as the animal's needs. Just because you give an animal a label such as an ESA doesn't automatically mean the animal is going to listen or conform. I had to find one that fit my needs and personality and that I would be able to care for during the 'partnership'. And that's exactly what Copper is to me today: a partner.<br />
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I put a LOT of time and thought into this and felt that going in this direction was going to be a really good thing for me. I worked with my therapist and I spent many hours going over the logistics of owning said ESA. An ESA doesn't have to be a dog. There are instances of cats, rabbits, even a miniature horse for crying out loud, but I knew from the beginning that I wanted a dog. I also knew this was going to be a problem as my apartment contract specifically stated 'No Pets'.<br />
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I had to do a lot of research concerning mental health rights balanced with landlord rights. Needing an ESA is not a license to go out and do whatever you want regardless of a landlord's wishes. I wanted to keep a good relationship with our apartment owners. I approached them with my prescription for an Emotional Support Animal (That's right. I have an actual prescription for my dog from my psychiatrist) and began a civilized conversation about my needs an wanting to balance it with their homes and properties.<br />
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A fully accredited Service Animal has many more rights than an ESA, but more and more people are becoming better acquainted with these animals and they are being seen as just a step below Service Animals. A landlord can say no to an ESA, but it comes off as being incredibly jerky and the person seeking permission for an ESA can appeal to several agencies as requiring any type of service animal can count as a disability.<br />
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Luckily my landlord at the time was willing to work with me (As did my current landlord) and we came to an agreement. Now the hard part was out of the way I spent the next couple of weeks busily preparing for the new addition to the apartment while I scoured the Internet and newspapers for Pet Classifieds. (Boy, Petco sure loved me that week.) <br />
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The novelty of getting a dog wore off a bit as doubts crept into my mind. Who was I to demand that the landlords allow me to break their rules and let me have a pet when no one else could have one? How could I be so dumb as to think a dog was going to solve all my problems? This was just proof to me that I was making up my mental problems so I could feel special and different. I was a fraud, using a silly excuse in order to get a dog and get around the rules.<br />
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This continued on for some time, me thinking I was being stupid and dumb for going to all this trouble when I seemed fine on my meds. The night before I was scheduled to pick up the dog I attended a huge church meeting with many other members my own age. I think there were maybe three hundred young adults in one meeting house, watching a broadcast of our church leaders. It was terribly crowded, but very spiritual and I was gleaning a lot from the speakers which is why I was so surprised to be suddenly overcome by a panic attack.<br />
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Panic attacks are weird. Your brain goes all red-alert at the weirdest times and in the strangest places, in this case a quiet and spiritual, yet extremely crowded setting.<br />
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My panic attacks tend to land one two extreme sides of the spectrum: They either sneak up and build gradually or hit me all at once without warning. The ones that hit all at once are the hardest to recover from. My first clue was my leg bouncing up and down so fast my notebook was thrown clear off my lap. Tunnel vision followed a sensation of suffocating. I started shaking and knew I had to get out as fast as possible. I remember stumbling over everyone in the row, trying to make a clean getaway, and being able to keep myself together long enough to find my car and get in and lock all the doors before falling apart.<br />
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I knew then that night without a doubt that pursuing the ESA route had been something I'd been prompted to do. I did need more help. In a weird and twisted way the panic attack that night was an answer to a question I really needed closure on. I had a mental illness and getting a dog was not a selfish act. Rather it was a way to further stabilize my life, which I clearly needed that night.<br />
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Copper came into my life the very next day and it's been amazing to look and see the difference he's made in my life. I completely lucked out with him. Not only is he incredibly smart, but he's loving, alert, and one of the best things that could have ever happened to me. He was the missing piece in my survival. Having him with me helps stabilize me, and gives me something to focus on when things get bad. He is an incredible blessing in my life. This amazing little dog acts as a constant companion and never ceases to amaze or make me laugh. He accompanies me to work, to voice lessons, to the store, and many other places. He works <i>with</i> me, not <i>for</i> me.<br />
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It all may seem a little strange, that such a little thing in life can bring so much joy and stability. It does to me sometimes. I am just glad I was able to find something that worked for me. It's all about finding a combination that works for you and gets YOU into a good place. Mental illness sucks, but it doesn't have to ruin your life.<br />
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Stay strong!<br />
Until next time,<br />
Em<br />
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<br />Emhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07706234366877200889noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5968234804542335971.post-62690946854065842512014-05-02T23:53:00.000-07:002014-05-02T23:53:44.851-07:00No More Apologies<br />
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-04Y3ByOPPeE/U2SEEcyJSUI/AAAAAAAAAvc/jenzVuf8wnA/s1600/Blog+chart.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-04Y3ByOPPeE/U2SEEcyJSUI/AAAAAAAAAvc/jenzVuf8wnA/s1600/Blog+chart.jpg" height="400" width="285" /></a>Yes. This post comes to you at 1 a.m., but I couldn't wait until morning. I had to write it right now as I am coming to several conclusions on my own. I have several important things to say and I WILL SAY THEM.<br />
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Dealing with depression, PTSD, as well as anxiety can be (and is) overwhelming. It has damaged my emotional, mental, physical, and at times my spiritual health. I not only have to deal with the way it makes me feel, I am constantly aware of how it affects those around me.<br />
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And I don't have to apologize to anyone ever again about it.<br />
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I do not need to apologize to anyone for my recovery rate.<br />
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I do not need to feel pressure to keep up appearances when I am having a bad day. It is ok to acknowledge I might be having a really sucky day.<br />
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I can and have the right to remove myself from a setting or situation that triggers me. <br />
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I do not need to feel bad for taking care of myself.<br />
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I do not need to feel guilt that I want to take some time and focus on myself.<br />
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This is not something I am making up to get attention. This is not a 'fun', 'easy' or 'romantic' disease that adds a cute quirk to my personality. While the symptoms are (literally) in my head they affect me physically as well. A small sampling of an anxiety attack can include:<br />
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A feeling of impending doom, that something horrible is about to happen and that I am in very real danger<br />
A strong sense of fear<br />
The feeling that I am not getting enough oxygen (which brings on even more panic)<br />
Confusion and Depersonalization (Feeling detached from reality)<br />
Dizziness (Lightheadedness, unsteady on my feet)<br />
A fear that I am going crazy<br />
Numbness and tingling in my arms and face (stroke symptoms to my panicking brain)<br />
Chest pain (Again with deathly symptoms like a heart attack)<br />
An urge to hide (usually in a closet or under a desk)<br />
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Don't even get me started on PTSD flashbacks or depression. I don't like dwelling on these issues, but I have slowly learned to acknowledge they did happen to me and whether I like it or not, they are a part of my life. These illnesses are my reality, as much as I hate them and I know (at least I do today for now) that I can be stronger than they.<br />
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Sitting down and writing this gives me a feeling of empowerment, and a reassurance that living my life is possible. I do not need to bow down to this trial and let it walk all over me. I am more than my trials.<br />
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It does get better. I can get better. I will recover.<br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I've recently come to wonder why the
term ‘mental illness’ makes most people react with fear and secrecy? One reason I think ‘mental
illness’ is an unfair term is that, at least for me, the word </span><i style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">illness</i><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> makes people visualize some sort of contagious disease. (As if you could CATCH being any sort of crazy.) But changing it to something
like ‘mentally disturbed’ instead isn't any better in my book.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">The way I see it, it really is all about your brain betraying
you, making you see the world in a new and usually frightening light. Things that were once so normal, like going to church or the grocery store, are now
gigantic mountains to scale. You see and experience things differently than
those around you, and sometimes trying to explain it to those around you is easier said than done. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Even though I
struggle with seeing and experiencing the world like everyone else I’m still
ME. Nothing much has changed, just that my brain interprets some signals
differently, underplaying some and blowing others out of proportion. I’ve been
lucky and blessed to have friends and family that still recognize me beneath my
insecurities and weird habits.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Some people are
able to live just fine with these symptoms, but for those whose symptoms become
unbearable PLEASE know there are many
different ways to manage. There’s therapy, medication, meditating, yoga, animals, music, exercise, sports etc. What many people don’t understand
is there are OPTIONS. If you feel you need help start checking out your options through research. You may find
one option to be more helpful than all of them combined, or that certain combinations
work better than any single one alone. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">The option I
began with was medication. What I want to stress most of all is that medication is not for everyone. For me it was. At
the time I felt I needed some serious intervention or else I was going to be
in a bad place…well, a worse place, sooner rather than later. Now, for some,
the idea of taking medication to change the chemistry in the brain is a
terrifying idea and there are people who would never ever take it. And you know what? That’s cool.
People have a right to decide how they want to treat themselves and I made the
decision to begin taking meds. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I remember the
doctor and I talking about starting me on anti-anxiety/depression meds and
feeling this incredible wave of relief wash over me. Here was someone who
actually believed that there was something wrong with me! He actually took all
the other tests into consideration rather than insisting we run them all again.
I came close to crying in relief as we began discussing my future options. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Now, let me just
say, for the record, that meds of ANY kind are not something to mess around
with. EVER. While they are designed to help and alleviate symptoms there is
still much that is unknown about the brain, so there’s a reason to be careful. One
reason to be careful is because of side effects. The side effects for the
initial meds I was taking were fairly light. My doctor encouraged me to just keep
pushing through the nastier ones and see what happens. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">That is one
thing about anxiety/depression meds I didn’t know about when I started. You
have to be patient and just keep trying. Most drugs can take up to two,
sometimes even three weeks before the take effect. Again, meds are not the “magic
pill” that fix every problem as soon as you take them. It takes time to
readjust your brain chemicals and it’s got to be done slowly and with
professional help. (You also should not ever these meds quit cold turkey by the
way. That leads to other problems.)<br />
<br />My doctor also stressed that I should
come right back in if there were any more dizzy or weak spells because then it might point to a more serious brain problem (tumor, lesions etc), only he said it in more clinical terms. (Cue the
anxiety coming in waves almost immediately.) <br /><br /><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">All was well,
and I was waiting for the first week to finish up. The side effects for me included
nausea all the dang time as well as dry mouth. It was unpleasant, but I was
willing to push through in order to see if this would work for me and give me
some relief. For me my brain was broken and I needed the help. </span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I was handling
the side effects pretty well until one morning I woke up and I kid you
not, I was stoned out of my mind. I was so confused and disoriented. I stumbled
into the bathroom, my mind racing, my heart pounding in my chest, and got a
good look at my face. My eyes were empty, my skin super pale. I hardly recognized
myself. Like I said, stoned. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Luckily a small
part of my brain realized I was in no condition to drive to work or anywhere. I sat in the bathroom, trying to form some sort of coherent thought on what to do next. It was so strange. I've never had my brain stop working like that. It took me forever to decide whether or not to go back to bed because in my mind it was morning and I was already up. Going back to bed seemed pointless.</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> But the thought of eating made me gag and I wasn't even sure how to dress myself. I eventually came to the conclusion that maybe if I went back to bed I could sleep this off. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I went back to bed but sleep never came. </span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">All I could do was toss and turn as my mind raced from one implausible scenario to the next. </span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I spent the next few hours
absolutely freaking out about how I was going to have to quit my job and move
back home because I could no longer take care of myself. I mean, I couldn’t
even get dressed! This of course got my anxiety going nice and strong, just bursts of fear and dread shooting through my head and chest. There
were even certain points where I was convinced that I would be ending up in the
hospital before the day was over. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">It’s a really
scary thing when your brain can’t tell reality from anxiety-driven thoughts.
This is one of the harder things for me to deal with and accept about my anxiety. I will just have one thought
in my brain over and over and over and while it is happening it is so difficult
to realize what is going on in the moment. Once the general freak-out has
passed it is easy for me to look back and be all, “Huh. Well of course that isn’t
true.” <br /><br /><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">It was several
hours later before I calmed down enough to take steps to get an appointment with
my doctor for that day and he immediately switched me to a new medicine. It
took some more some trial and error with different doses, but so far my meds
are doing their job and have helped to lower my anxiety and depression levels
by a considerable amount. <br /><br /><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I would
encourage those of you who are going through a particularly rough or dark patch
to explore your options. You might hit your right combination right off the bat or you may have to be patient for a while. I had to be observant in my moods, my thoughts, and my physical well-being while we got things figured out. I'm still on alert, but making sure everything is running smoothly. One thing is certain and that is YOU need to be involved in the process. Ask questions when you have them. Read REPUTABLE sources (Believe me, there is crazy, and then there is CRAZY crazy). Pray (if that's your thing) for direction on how to proceed. I am learning to be more vocal concerning my needs. Things were going well for a while after I switched meds, then I sunk right back down in a deep depression. I had to let someone know so it could be adjusted. You have a right to be involved in your own treatment. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Part of having a mental illness makes you feel like this is it and there's no reason to go on and there's no hope for recovery, that you will always feel this way no matter what. THAT my friends is a big fat LIE. You might think that you will always feel this way and
that there is no hope, but believe me, there are people out there who know what
you are going though and there are ways to feel happy and hopeful again. Your brain might
be a little off right now, but you don’t have to feel like that forever. There is hope. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Go forward and survive. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Until next time
friends, <br />
Em</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Ah, my friends! It is really is so good to ‘see’ you again.
Thank you so much for not giving up on me!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">This past year has been pretty crummy health-wise. I’ve had
a brain MRI, a spinal tap, a blood patch to FIX a leak from said spinal tap, emergency
gallbladder removal, a spinal MRI, nerve tests, many blood tests, many OTHER
tests that I can’t even remember the names of, and I’m writing this as I’m recovering
from a nasty bout of the flu. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">The reason for most of these tests has to do with symptoms I’ve
been experiencing for the past few years. I gradually began to notice that I was feeling
dizzy and lightheaded much of the time, so much so that I was in constant fear
of passing out. Strange thoughts began to take over my life such as the firm
belief that I was going insane and would need to be hospitalized, or that my
heart was going to suddenly stop or explode. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">The feeling that I was going to pass out got so bad that I began going to many different doctors to try and figure out what was wrong with
me. (General practitioners, neurologist, etc) This started a myriad of tests for
diabetes, MS, cancer, kidney and liver failure etc. (Everything was fine). Was I anemic? (No.) Did I have some kind of
ear infection? (Gross, but no.) My heart and blood pressure were both
fantastic. Yet I was still shaky on my legs and feeling like I was watching my
life from outside my body. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">It began taking a real toll on my emotional health as well. One
doctor would tell me I was fine but I should be drinking lots of Gatorade to
balance electrolytes. Another told me to eat more protein. Another told me that
I must be dehydrated. I tried each suggestion but the same thing happened after
each office visit where I complained of brain fog, dizziness, and weakness. ALL
of my labs would come back normal! I just KNEW something was wrong, but somehow
I wasn't explaining it correctly. I needed someone to believe me. I was so stressed about it because it was
really, REALLY worrying me. I just knew that I was going to pass out while I
was driving, or at the grocery store, or in the middle of a
meeting. It absolutely consumed my thoughts. I hated the feeling that I was
losing all control in my life. </span></div>
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dizziness or shortness of breath creep in, then begin to really panic, which
would in turn make my symptoms get worse, which only made me more and more
worried. I was slowly losing the ability to function outside my apartment. I
was having panic attacks in the grocery store, at work, at church, and slowly I
began to have them at my apartment. For me, they were this awful, crushing
weight on my soul, a feeling that at any moment I was going to die and there
was nothing I could do about it. Other symptoms were a feeling of impending
doom, a belief that I was crazy etc. I remember sitting at work one day last December,
glancing out the window, realizing it was snowing and that I would have to
drive in said snow and right then my lungs stopped working. I was frozen for what
seemed an eternity in absolute terror, a deer in the headlights, just in the
grip of some unspeakable horror. Once I remembered how to breathe I realized
right then that this was not normal, and it was not going to just go away on
its own, and that it was time I asked for help.</span></div>
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my body and my brain. We were finally able to determine that these symptoms had
nothing to do with a malfunctioning kidney or liver, but rather my brain. </span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">These
symptoms of despair, panic, doom, fear, worry etc stemmed from a rather traumatic car accident several years
back that left me with latent PTSD and from there gradually morphed into severe
anxiety and depression. </span></div>
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recognize, although it sure did take me a while to figure out what this black
hole of despair actually was-</span><i style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">After all</i><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">,
I assured myself, </span><i style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">it must be hormones, it
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symptoms of anxiety were a little more difficult to pin down, but once I was
made aware of it and began taking steps to control it the severity of these
attacks has decreased somewhat. In fact, that was the whole reason I wrote this
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and choices right here in this one blog post you’d be sitting in front of your
computer, tablet, or Smartphone for a LONG time reading through everything. </span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">So I’m breaking my journey up into bite-sized
portions. Oh and believe me. There will be more. :) I'm writing these posts to share my side of the story, not to fish for sympathy. If you suffer from any sort of mental illness just know that there are many others who share your struggles and there is a light at the end of the tunnel. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I guess what I really want to
say in this specific blog post is thank you for not giving up on me. Thank you
for your love, kindness, and understanding. This struggle, this illness has
taken its toll, and the one I am most sad about is the social aspect of my
life. If you feel that I’ve pulled away from you, you’re right. I have. I don’t
like it and I wish it would just go away and I could be instantaneously back to
‘normal’. So I apologize for withdrawing here on the Internet (and to my
friends in real life). Social interaction is just reeeeeeally hard and not as fun
as it used to be for me. But know that you are all very special in my life. I love hearing
from you, even if takes me a while to respond. I am slowly working on (if not
overcoming, at least managing) living with anxiety and depression. </span></div>
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Emhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07706234366877200889noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5968234804542335971.post-2154273649429873992012-11-11T22:30:00.000-08:002012-11-11T22:30:00.672-08:00You're Still Here and I Love You For It!Wow! Seriously! Y'all are STILL following my blog? I am amazed and VERY impressed! But most of all thankful! Thank you for sticking around while I get my act together! I LOVE YOU ALL!<br />For reals.<br />
Things have been a whirlwind! I can't wait to catch everyone up.<br />Wait...what WAS my last blog entry? Hold on while I catch myself up...<br />Yikes.<br />It's been a while.<br />The quick and dirty:<br />I moved out of my parent's basement and into a FABULOUS little apartment with a FABULOUS roommate that I can't wait to introduce y'all to! (Don't know where all the "y'alls" are coming from but I regret nothing.)<br />Got a "promotion" at work that is keeping me run off my feet (I'm the Accounts Receivable gal at Froghair-Check us out at froghair.com)<br />Got my computer fixed<br />Got my camera fixed<br />I've been called as a Relief Society teacher and I love, Love, LOVE IT!<br />Went on an incredible trip to Boston (Pictures coming soon!)<br />Rediscovered my Pinterest addiction. (Seriously. It's a problem. :)<br />PAINTED said new FABULOUS apartment (Pictures also coming soon!)<br />Joined a writing group and let people actually read my writing. SCARIEST THING EVER! Yeah, I'm working on a novel. <i>Say what?</i> I'll fill you in on it more in the future. For now I'm working on the hardest part: the rough draft. And then the next step gets even harder! Editing!<br />And just been having all kinds of crazy adventures that make me realize how hard life is and that it isn't going to get any easier the older I get so let's do this thing!<br />Thanks again for not giving up on me. I don't make any promises about updating daily or weekly but I will keep writing. I'm constantly amazed at how BUSY my life is. And I don't say that to brag either. I'm seriously a busy lady with callings and activities and other responsibilities.<br />Hope you're all doing well! I can't wait to share more!<br />Love, Love, Love to you!<br />Em<br /><br />Emhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07706234366877200889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5968234804542335971.post-27298322217169162162012-08-17T08:29:00.000-07:002012-08-17T08:29:24.469-07:00Friday Findings August 17, 2012Hello lovelies! It's FRIDAY! LOVE this day! I am excited to share my findings with you today and today's finding features the wonderfully talented Lindsey Stirling! She's the only hip-hop violinist <b>I</b> know of anyway! Her speciality is song covers. I found her a while back on YouTube and became a fan that way. Then a few months ago she sent out a call for extras in a music video she was shooting at a nearby town and I said, "What the heck." and went.<br />
Here it is in all its glory. It was an intense night of shooting and I was just an extra in the crowd! I can't imagine the kind of energy it takes to perform live for hours at a time!<br />
P.S. If you liked it you might want to check out her <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b3KUyPKbR7Q&feature=relmfu" target="_blank">Zelda</a> medley as well!<br />Enjoy your Friday!<br />Em<br />
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Having curly hair you would think this wouldn't work. And I thought that too, but I took the plunge and just did it. (I'm currently experiencing a season or three of changes. Oh boy. More on that to come in a REAL blog post. Seriously. One day...soon?)<br />
So, why do YOU care that I got bangs? Well, you don't have to. I'm not fishing for comments on my new hairdo. I'm just saying...when's the last time you discovered something new about yourself? If you're like me you think you've got yourself all figured out and then, just like clockwork, BOY are you ever proven wrong. So why wait? Go out and try something this weekend you've always wanted to, or maybe something you've sworn never to do just to shake things up. (For me it was sushi. Don't like it, but I tried it and I <i>lived</i>.)<br />
Go head. Take the plunge and find something new about yourself today!<br />
EmEmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07706234366877200889noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5968234804542335971.post-60880143373930917342012-08-09T10:21:00.000-07:002012-08-09T10:21:39.130-07:00Real life...I wrote this post a while back and then never published it for some reason. <br />Weird.<br />ANYWAY, without further ado, please enjoy:<br /><br />
I've been texting back and forth with a good friend tonight and we talked a bit about worry.<br />
I do it. <br />
A LOT. Probably more than I ever let on. <br />
A brief example of today's worries:<br /><br />
Is my phone alarm going to go off tomorrow morning or will I be late for work?<br />What if a tire blows while I'm on the freeway?<br />
Am I going to say something incredibly stupid while I'm on the phone at work today and screw something important up that my boss was counting on?<br />
What if the paint I pick for my new apartment is too dark?<br />
What if I never have enough money to buy my own house?<br /><br />
And so on and so forth. <br />
You know what worrying does for you? NOTHING. It accomplishes nothing and it certainly does nothing for my mental or physical well-being. And the most ironic part of all? Worrying is comforting to me. It's familiar. It's just something I DO. For example, life has been insane and after months of stress and worry I realized I needed to do something nice for myself and so I scheduled a massage. Now, massages are NOT necessities, in fact this was a total luxury purchase, but I had been in work/production/moving mode for so many months that I didn't know how to relax. So I scheduled a massage and hoped that the masseuse would help me relax. The lady was wonderful, but started to scold me a few minutes after working on my back, neck, and shoulders.<br />"What have you been doing? Your back is like a brick wall! It's like armour back here!"<br />In my head I'm going, "<i>I KNOW. That's why I came here.</i>"<br />She worked on my back for quite a while but eventually had to quit before she got all the knots out because we were out of time. As I was leaving she told me, "Other ladies come here to get pampered. You need to come back because you need to take care of those knots. My hands and arms are sore from working on you!"<br /><br />Like I said, worry does nothing for you. It's not a good motivator and it takes me so long to relax after I've been in high stress mode. However, what always happens when I start feeling more relaxed (and rational) is that I can usually get a good grip on myself and talk myself down. The worries I had in the beginning seem a little silly even:<br />
<br />If your phone doesn't go off then you will be late and that's just how your day is going to go. Whatever. Move on and make up for the lost time later.<br />If your tire blows you already know how to change a tire like a boss. Do it and get on with your life.<br />You're still learning how to do your job. You might mess up. Hey, in fact I can GUARANTEE that you WILL mess up at one point. You are not perfect but you are a dang fast learner and you will know better for the next time.<br />So don't paint the entire room. Just paint one wall and see if it works. If you don't like it then guess what? You <i>can</i> buy more paint and fix it. (Le gasp!)<br />Then you never have enough money to buy a house. There are plenty of other options like renting, leasing, etc. YOU HAVE OPTIONS.<br />
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In closing here is something I am trying to remember and hope that you will too: Life is so much better when you aren't letting worry dictate your every move and your every emotion. Try taking a little time for you and do something you love whether it's painting your toenails a fresh, new color, reading a favorite book (Hello old friend!), or impulse buying that cupcake that looks so yummy. (Yes, they're not good for you, but saying yes when you usually tell yourself no is good for your soul. Honest.)<br />You don't have to try and schedule a full blown vacation. (That might be more stress than it's worth.) Just be nice to yourself in little ways. It is so important that you make and (MOST importantly) <i>take</i> the time for you! I'm pretty sure you already make the time for everyone else in your life and do what they need and ask of you. Guess what? You are just as important as they are. Treat yourself like you treat everyone else and let me know how it goes!<br />Until next time!<br />Em<br /><br />
What's something nice that you do for yourself when you need a little pick-me up?<br /><br />
<br /><br />Emhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07706234366877200889noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5968234804542335971.post-23312833473044622502012-08-03T09:49:00.000-07:002012-08-03T09:49:25.224-07:00Friday Findings August 3, 2012Hey friends! Wow. I almost forgot about Friday Findings! It's been a heckuva week with moving and other fun adventures. I will start REAL blogging soon! As soon as my computer gets fixed anyway. (PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE!) I have lots to tell you and I can't wait to share!<br />
In the meantime here is my Friday Finding:<br />
No, it's not a YouTube video today. Yay? Boo? Do you guys like those things anyway? Today's Friday's Finding is a book: <i>What I Didn't Say</i> by Keary Taylor.<br />I initially checked out Keary's website (http://www.kearytaylor.com/) a while back on the recommendation from a friend and I was so intrigued by her stories. Then she announced that she'd written ANOTHER book (What I Didn't Say). I'd wanted to read it as soon as I read the synopsis for it. It comes in two versions: an ebook or you can get an actual physical copy.<br />I coveted this for a while and when Keary offered a sweepstakes to win a signed copy of her book I jumped at the chance and promptly forgot all about it...until she emailed me to tell me I WON! It was a wonderful surprise and I couldn't wait to get my hands on it. We emailed back and forth a couple of times and turns out we went to Jr. High together and even ran into each other at this year's Life, The Universe, and Everything Conference and didn't even realize it! Sigh. My one brush with fame. :) Anyway, when the book came I sat right down and read it all in one night.<br />
<i>What I Didn't Say</i> is a wonderful contemporary YA novel that explores the life of a small town where everyone knows everything about everyone. Jake's Homecoming night accident changes his life forever. He struggles in learning to live with his new set of circumstances, regrets all the things he didn't say, and eventually finds that losing your voice isn't the worst thing that can happen to a person.<br />I don't want to really give away anything important but just know that Keary balances the book's emotions wonderfully with highs and lows and I loved the subplots running through the novel as well. I was pleasantly surprised at the depth that this book provided and found myself laughing out loud as well as tearing up in a few places. (I also later had to apologize for shouting at my mother for interrupting me at the middle of the book climax. I was pretty wrapped up in it.)<br />
So, in closing I would definitely recommend this book. It's definitely for a little older YA crowd but check it out!<br />
Oh wait...remember how I said no more YouTube videos...well, I lied. Not exactly <i>lied</i> per say, but changed my mind twenty seconds ago and am including the book trailer from Keary's website. Enjoy!<br />Em<br />
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Enjoy and have a GREAT Friday!<br />
Em<br />
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Enjoy this and happy Friday!<br />
Em<br />
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Who works for a one jet company.<br />
For free.<br />
Cabin Pressure follows the adventures of the four employees of the airline company and makes me laugh out loud ALL THE TIME. Which is too bad because it means I can't listen to it at work.<br />
Check it out here and I hope you enjoy it as much as I did and do!:<br />
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<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/algvdjGL-HE" width="420"></iframe>Emhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07706234366877200889noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5968234804542335971.post-11485021156118386982012-07-01T14:22:00.002-07:002012-07-01T20:59:16.648-07:00Crafty Crafts and Perfectionism...<span style="background-color: white;"></span><br />
If I'm being perfectly honest, I've always been something of a perfectionist. I agonize over my creative creations whether it's a paper for British Lit, frosting a cake, or if I'm tackling a brand-new sewing project. Just ask Mikelle about my meltdown over the apron I made for Tuima's Christmas gift. I don't know what it is about crafts that gets me so anal about details. It's all about being creative and not following the rules right? Sigh. This is a lesson I still need to learn.<br />
Funny enough I LOVE doing crafts whether it's sewing a quilt, making satin flowers pins, or modge-podging the crap out of something. I love sitting back and looking at what I made and going, Wow. I did <i>that</i>? Cool!<br />
Also, as mentioned before, Pinterest is NOT helping matters any. I have a Loooong list of cool stuff I want to make.<br />
Anyways, I just wanted to give an example of my perfectionism at it's best...worst? <br />
Anyway, Ere and I planned out a crafty craft night a week or so ago and just craft whatever the heck we wanted to.<br />
This <i>obviously</i> required a lot of craft supplies as well as chocolate. So we met up at our local Hobby Lobby store and I proceeded to corrupt her from there. (Seriously. Once you get into this crafting thing it's pretty hard to quit. Oh, and p.s. (because I love you all)...if you sign up for Hobby Lobby's weekly email they send you a list of all their sales for the week as well as a coupon for 40% off 1 item of your choice each and EVERY week.)<br />
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We split up for a bit as she got her stuff and I got mine. She'd found her inspiration for her collage frame at a local Farmer's Market and I got my idea of putting a quote in a glass frame from a sister's roommate. I already had the frame I wanted and just needed to buy vinyl for the lettering. I didn't know what <i>exact </i>quote I was going to put in the frame, but figured I'd eventually figure it out.<br />
Once we arrived home Ere was able to proceed right away with hers since she already knew what she was doing.<br />
My project....<br />
Yeah....<br />
Here's the <i>other </i>thing about crafts. I cannot make them up out of my head. I NEED an example to look at in order to make sure I am doing it right, that everything is straight, that it doesn't look stupid etc. which is yet another reason why I love Pinterest.<br />
Only <i>this </i>time I had nothing to go from because I was making it all up in my head. All I knew was that I wanted to place a lovely quote in vinyl in my glass see-through frame as well as a silhouette of a bird or a flower. However...<i>which</i> quote or picture was anybody's guess. Ere was WONDERFUL and listened to me read through several <i>dozen</i> of my favorite quotes as I narrowed it down and finally picked a piece from William Butler Yeats' <i>The Stolen Child</i>.<br />
Next came an hour and a half of downloading fonts to find the perfect one.<br />
No joke.<br />
Couldn't find one I liked to save my life. I don't know what it was. They were either too curvy, or too skinny, too bubbly, too swooshy, too pokey, too small, super tacky, way too hideous, and so on, and so on.<br />
(Seriously, Ere has the patient of a saint. She listened to me whine and moan and just be generally indecisive and picky without ever complaining herself.)<br />
I eventually realized I was getting WAY too invested in fonts so I decided to move on and try and find a picture to include with the quote. Another hour and a half later with no luck of finding the right one (Midnight had come and gone at this point) I just had to call it quits for the night.<br />
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Jess put the finishing touches on her project the next morning and it looked AMAZING!<br />
I however was still looking for a font and a picture.<br />
After finally narrowing it down I was SO ready to print it out on our super awesome <a href="http://www.silhouetteamerica.com/" target="_blank">Silhouette CAMEO</a>...only to discover that the fonts I'd so meticulously downloaded the night before were not an option on the family's computer.<br />
Wot?<br />
And perhaps they were, I just was not in a good place mentally to figure out how to get them to work.<br />
So...several more hours went by as I narrowed down my font choices AGAIN, going back several times to fonts I had already crossed off the list. I just wanted it to be <i>perfect</i>. There was so much pressure (from myself <i>only) </i>to get it right. Anyone else like this...ever? Please?<br />
THEN it was time to find a picture. (Ere had left long before this point so it was me and my neurosis all alone with <i>options</i>.) I scrolled through the hundreds of pictures of birds and flowers with a speed that left my poor dad scratching his head.<br />
"Why didn't you pick that one?"<br />
"It's not the style I want."<br />
"What's wrong with that one?"<br />
"It just doesn't look right."<br />
However, I must make mention that without my dad this thing never would actually have gotten finished. He's the one that helped me set up the vinyl cutter and made sure it was working properly. Thanks so much for that!<br />
We FINALLY got everything through and printed only to find that I had set the wrong setting on the cutter and it didn't cut all the way through the vinyl. <br />
Whoops.<br />
It was ok. I was so close. This was NOT going to get me down. I simply cut out the whole line of text in one block of black vinyl, lined it up with the grid underneath, and then, armed with a pin, a pair of tweezers, and a very bright light, proceeded to re-cut out every single letter by hand with the pin and peel away the surrounding vinyl leaving only the letters behind.<br />
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This actually ended up being a really great thing because I was able to line all the words up <i>perfectly</i>. Ugh. Can you imagine what a pain it would have been if I'd tried to put down every single letter separately? Gross.<br />
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And TA-DAAAA! Forty-eight hours later it was FINISHED! I am SO pleased with the final project and my perfectionism streak is satisfied as well. I can't WAIT to hang it up in my new apartment!<br />
In closing, I want to apologize for the "Me Me Me Mine Mine Mine". I am just proud that I was able to even FINISH this in one weekend with all the hang-ups that occurred. We're not even going to talk about the previous week's jean skirt project that is sitting in my closet balled up and stuffed in the back. We're just not. </div>
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This week features a YUMMY recipe that I discovered on Pinterest. (My downfall.)<br />
It's called Tunnel of Fudge cake. Behold the yumminess!<br />
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Me: So, Dad. You told me before what you wanted for your birthday but I can't remember.<br />Dad: Oh, it's ok. I don't think you can make it.<br />Me: Wot? Excuse me?<br />Dad: I mean...!<br />Me: Challenge Accepted!<br />Sister: Ha ha ha! Look at her face! That is a serious face. </div>
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So I did a little digging around and found a recipe that was close to what he remembered from a favorite childhood dessert and found this recipe. It's pretty easy. You just throw everything together and go from there. All the ingredients are common kitchen ingredients. The only expensive part would be the walnuts, and I was assured that the walnuts are a <i>must</i>.<br />One thing to keep in mind when making this. It only takes about 45 minutes to cook but THEN you have to let it cool for three and a half hours for the fudge in the middle to settle/form. Here's a few pictures of the experience:
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If you want to try it out you can find it <a href="http://www.pillsbury.com/recipes/tunnel-of-fudge-cake/8d3b4927-2f71-41a3-9dab-7750f045f252" target="_blank">HERE</a> on Pilsbury.com. Thanks for checking it out! Have a wonderful day! See you next time!<br />Em</div>
<br /></div>Emhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07706234366877200889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5968234804542335971.post-62231600081292409652012-06-27T17:32:00.001-07:002012-06-27T17:32:33.172-07:00Winner for P&P!Hey everyone! This is a super quick and short post to announce MELISSA is the winner of the DVD's. She's been contacted and I will get it to her asap! Thanks for the new followers and I can't wait for our next contest!<br />EmEmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07706234366877200889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5968234804542335971.post-64610224725731295452012-06-22T08:00:00.000-07:002012-06-24T23:14:25.123-07:00New Friday Themes!Hey lovelies! It's so nice to see you! And for those joining me from my guest post at <a href="http://www.untypicallyjia.com/2012/06/guest-blogger-surviving-sympathy.html" target="_blank">Untypically Jia</a> I am so glad to see you! Welcome Welcome Welcome!<br />
<span style="background-color: white;">I'm in the middle of making new goals and one of them is about Friday! Every Friday I will either post a "Friday's Finding" or "Follower Fridays". </span><br />
Friday's Findings will be a post about something new I found during the week whether it be an awesome song (Like <a href="http://emilysmilingsmyfavorite.blogspot.com/2012/06/feel-all-feelings.html" target="_blank">THIS</a> post for an example), cool book I read, or funny YouTube video.<br />
<i>Follower Fridays</i> will be where you benefit. Follower Fridays is where I announce free giveaways like I did with <a href="http://emilysmilingsmyfavorite.blogspot.com/2012/04/blog-follower-giveaway-woot.html" target="_blank">Edenbrooke</a>.<br />
And TODAY is going to be a....<br />
FOLLOWER FRIDAY!<br />
Guess what <i>today's </i>prize is?<br />
A brand-new, unwrapped Blu-ray+DVD combo of <i>Pride and Prejudice</i>. (The Keira Knightly version)<br />
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(See? See? So pretty!)<br />
All you have to do is follow my blog. I will give you until Monday. <br />
High Noon. <br />
MST.<br />
You're eligible if you're a brand-new follower. You're eligible if you've been with me from the beginning! AND...If you win I will send it to you absolutely FREE!<br />
Yay!<br />
Here's to beautiful times together! Thanks!<br />
EmEmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07706234366877200889noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5968234804542335971.post-87216792724038351342012-06-17T20:07:00.001-07:002012-06-17T20:07:38.677-07:00Feel All the Feelings...Things have been a little hectic around here the past few weeks. I got promoted at work and now have to drive to a neighboring city for work but I love what I do. And I will tell you more about it once I get my feet solidly under me!<br />
I just wanted to share a new beautiful song I am utterly obsessed with by Ingrid Michaelson called "End of the World". It was inspired by several zombie apocalypse-type movies she'd watched and it's about finding the one you love as the world as you know it ends... I can picture what's going on in the song so clearly in my head. It makes me want to write a novel just for this one scene.<br />(Warning-this song is extremely addictive. I must have listened to it over 30 times in two days which lead to dreams about the end of the world which were strangely beautiful.) Hmmmmm.<br />
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I think I've known this for a long time, but it's really hitting home as I sit here watching my VHS of <i>The Empire Strikes Back</i><i>. </i>I can quote just about every single line from this movie AND hum along to any of John William's BRILLIANT songs. (Seriously, there's just something amazingly EPIC about <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yys5iioLUNw&feature=related" target="_blank">The Imperial March</a> and <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VZTnA0ESKMI" target="_blank">The Asteroid Field</a>.)<br />
If I'm being perfectly honest...the love of the sci-fi started a LONG time ago (in a galaxy far, far away....)<br />
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This is me just not quite believing I'm holding a real Star Wars movie in my hand! Up to this point I'd only ever watched our straight-from-TV copy of <i>Return of the Jedi</i> (commercials included). Imagine my glee when my parents told me there were MORE Star Wars movies. It seemed too good to be true.<br />
(Author's note: I am typing this up as my family is watching <i>The Empire Strikes Back</i>.)<br />I wish I had a tape recorder going right now so you guys could hear my family debating about whether or not to fast-forward through all the Luke/Yoda moments. One person wants to skip them all, but everyone else is protesting. "That's...That's where all the great philosophical stuff takes place! They're crucial scenes! Yoda's whole, "Try not!" spiel! You can't skip that! Etc."<br />
It's three against one which means we're not skipping any of it. And it's almost midnight on a weeknight. (Our 'No TV on a school night' hasn't been enforced for years.)<br />
Worth it.<br />
One of my sisters firmly believed for YEARS that dad was Han Solo and worried what mom thought every time Han kissed Leia. She eventually figured he must have made these movies <i>before </i>he met mom so it was ok.<br /><br />
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<br />Or the time I sincerely believed that Darth Vader was in my parent's bedroom, waiting there to kidnap me. Give me some credit. I think I was six or seven and my dad sounds like<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mACnGsmBZJQ" target="_blank"> this</a> when he snores. (Ha ha! Love ya, Dad!)<br />
So yeah, geekery has been a big part of my life. Basically, this whole post is just to say, <i>The Empire Strikes Back</i> is pretty much my all-time, hands-down FAVORITE movie and I'm ready to watch it again. Anyone care to join me?<br />
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Just wanted to let you know that I am still alive and well! Work is keeping me pretty dang busy and a new calling at church is threatening to run me right off my feet but I love it all the same. </div>
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Just wanted to give you a heads up! I am now Auntie Em! That's right! The newest member of our family arrived May 19th early in the a.m. and she is getting so much love!</div>
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Meet Rosie Ray!</div>
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<br />The family made a party of it and camped out from about 10:30 p.m. to 5:15 a.m. and we couldn't be more thrilled! Welcome, welcome to you my lovely little niece! You are going to be so loved!<br />
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<br />Emhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07706234366877200889noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5968234804542335971.post-81314420446099390642012-04-29T19:55:00.000-07:002012-04-29T19:55:24.723-07:00Woah, what the-<span style="font-family: inherit;">So I know I lured a whole bunch of new followers with the promise of a book giveaway and then abruptly dropped off the face of the earth. My apologies to you all but a GREAT BIG Congrats to Jana for winning a copy of <i>Edenbrooke</i>! </span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">One of the reasons it's taken me so long to get a new post up is Blogger recently CHANGED a whole bunch of blog stuff, from the way the post page looks, to the layout of "Blogs I Follow", and it's just really weirded me out and made it hard for me to learn my way around a site I already had down pretty well. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Change is hard but I am persevering!<br />Yay. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">So...catch up...<br />I participated in a Single's Ward activity night where those who had served missions put together displays of both both cultural and spiritual reminders from our missions. <br />In our church the guys serve two year missions while the ladies serve 18 months. You fill out an application explaining any special skills you have like speaking a foreign language etc and send it into the Church headquarters in Salt Lake City, UT. You then have to play the waiting game while waiting for a big white envelope that will explain where in the world you will go. I was assigned to the Texas Houston East mission. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">It was SO much fun pulling out all my mission memorabilia and I got so super distracted going through old photos of mission companions and ward members, reading old journal entries, and flipping through mission planners that I was almost late for the evening!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">I even brought treats! The cookies on the bottom left side are a favorite from a family in my last area. We call them Texas Hurricane cookies as the recipe was given out during one of our hurricane evacuations during my time in Texas. I set out my mission scriptures, my official call, my mission plaque, our teaching manual (Preach My Gospel), our mission rule book (aka the White Handbook) my name tag (ALWAYS worn while a missionary) as well as one of the Helping Hands t-shirts I received while cleaning up after Hurricane Ike and the pamphlets we would hand out on the street when contacting potential investigators. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Other tables that night included displays from Africa, Japan, the Ukraine, and Germany. It was so much fun going from table to table and checking out all the cool stuff people had brought back and hearing even cooler stories from each mission.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">That night I realized how grateful I was to have experienced time as an official missionary for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. All of my mission stuff had been sitting in a box in my closet since my last move and getting it all out and reading through old letters, flipping through mission planners, and basically taking a walk down memory lane was so rewarding. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Serving as a missionary gave me a chance to make new friends for life. (And although I may be terrible at keeping in touch with the people I met, I pretty much think about you guys everyday! Both missionaries, church members, and investigators alike!) The 18 months I spent in Texas with everyone were life-changing and I absolutely cherish the time I spent there. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">I realized that I'd like to go through all my Texas keepsakes a little more often. I find it incredible that I've been home for (almost) three years! I love seeing everyone's updates on Facebook as well as emails and texts. I definitely consider the people and missionaries of Texas to be an extension of my family!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Serving a mission means leaving friends and family behind for eighteen months to two years. </span>As a missionary you definitely look forward to coming home, back to the family and friends who have been so good about keeping you in the loop (FYI, missionaries LOVE letters no matter who they're from!) The work<span style="font-family: inherit;"> can be terribly difficult some days and it's hard to avoid counting down the number of weeks and months left before you get to return home. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">But then, before you realize it, your time is up and it's time to pack up your belongings, say goodbye, get on a plane, and fly back to the life you knew before.</span><span style="font-family: inherit;">You arrive home to hugs, tears, and familiar faces but you find there's an ache in your heart as well whenever you think about the wonderful people that you left behind. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">You go to the Stake President's office the day you arrive home and you talk about your mission when suddenly, before you're ready, he tells you to take off your missionary tag and just like that, you're no longer an official, set-apart missionary.<br />You work on getting back in the swing of things, and you keep discovering that you're changed forever. (For example, it's an adventure just going to the store by yourself for the first time in 18 months!)</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">As the weeks, months, and years pass you listen for news of your friends back in your mission area and celebrate their triumphs as well as mourn their losses alongside them. The mission adds a new depth to your life and you are never the same again. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">In closing, I wasn't planning to write all of that. I started out just wanting to fill you in on my comings and goings and </span>apparently my mission is a big part of that. Thanks to everyone who supported my decision to go and who showered us with love while there!</div>
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Thanks for reading! Until next time!<br /> -Em</div>
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">Julianne's mom gave me a copy of this book a few weeks ago along with a very sweet note. She thought I'd really like <i>Edenbrooke</i> and wanted me to read it and then pass it along to someone else in order to get the word out about her daughter's new book. I was more than thrilled to have a brand-new book in my hands as I LOVE TO READ and am always on the lookout for new stories. The gorgeous cover didn't hurt either. (I <i>know</i> the saying goes, "Never judge a book by its cover" but I <i>totally</i> and <i>forever</i> will<i> ALWAYS </i> do just that.) By the fourth chapter I'd absolutely fallen in love with this book, the clever dialoge, and witty characters.<br />
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Edenbrooke begins with Marianne Daventry attempting to escape the unwanted attentions of a rather enthusiastic (and entirely too old) suitor. Having recently lost her mother and now living in town, separated from her father and sister, Marianne finds her current situation lonely. She sees a surprise invitation to visit her sister in the country as just the thing to lift her spirits while her grandmother sees it as a fine opportunity to make a smart match. Highway robberies, mistaken identities, and kidnappings certainly keep things from becoming too dull. Where's a girl supposed to find time for love?<br />
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I think if you're into British Lit you'll really like this book. It's written a little less formally than Jane Austen's novels but keeps enough of the "slang" and customs of the time to make you feel like you've stepped inside the Regency era. Julianne Donaldson does a fabulous job at subtle writing. I've found that a lot of first-time authors bash their readers over the head with clues and foreshadowing just to make sure that the reader <b>GETS IT</b>. Not Julianne. She did a fabulous job building characters, weaving plot and subplot through the chapters, <i>and</i> writing believable dialog, (not an easy thing to do either)! All in all, a <i>fabulous</i> book!<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">If you'll recall I was given <i>Edenbrooke</i> with the stipulation that I pass it along. Well...like I said, I loved it so much I just couldn't bear to give it away. So I went out and bought a second copy which is what you'll receive if you're the winner of the blog follower give away! You can try to find yourself a copy, but Fair Warning! I received an email on Friday informing me that <i>Edenbrooke</i> has SOLD OUT at Deseret Book! You can find it at Costco and Barnes and Noble here in Utah and New York. BUT...if you follow me you'll have the chance to get this book for FREEEEEE!<br />
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Following my blog is easy! Just click "Follow"at the top left hand of the screen. Feel free to follow with your screen or blog name! However, anonymous follows are not eligible for <i>Edenbrooke</i> because I have no idea who you are! The winner will be chosen at random with the help of Random.org. If you win I will ship this book to you free of charge! (Just to be fair this giveaway <b>is</b> available to my international friends as well!)<br />
You've got until Wednesday at 12:00 MST to follow my blog <i>publicly</i> and I'll announce the winner soon afterwards! Good luck! I can't wait to see who wins!<br />
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P.S. Check out Julianne Donaldson's website <a href="http://www.juliannedonaldson.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">HERE</a>. </div>Emhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07706234366877200889noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5968234804542335971.post-85494006582133453552012-04-11T22:53:00.001-07:002012-04-16T15:22:49.477-07:00April Happenin'sHey hey hey! Yes, TWO posts in a day! Ha ha! You are so lucky. Just call me magnanimous.<br />
So...APRIL. LOTS of fun and exciting times! First of all, Tuima came home from French Cooking school in Boston. PARTY TIME! Here's a couple of pics from our "Jane Party". A Jane party includes LOTS of tasty food with incredibly nerdy conversations. We stopped by a FABULOUS little restaurant in Provo called the Nicolitalia Pizzeria. Ha ha. I thought it was Italian, but turns out, it's a Boston-themed restaurant. You know, just in case she was missing Boston in the few days she'd been away. Here's a few pics of us and the amount of napkins we used per person/dish.<br />
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A quick stint in the refrigerator and they were ready to stand on their own little feet. A lovely white chocolate bath and and a little coconut dusting and these guys are ready to go!<br />
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Here's our little flock, complete with the black sheep of the family.<br />
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Now...as was mentioned before, Jane is currently being all cool and attending a fancy-schamncy cooking school in Boston. While there she gets to mingle with all sorts of amazing people. One of her colleagues is an incredibly amazing world-traveler foodie who just about freaked when he heard she was from Provo. He made the claim that the best restaurant he'd ever eaten at was in Provo, UT called <a href="http://communalrestaurant.com/" target="_blank">Communal</a>. Of course we HAD to check it out. And WOW. Wow wow wow. A little hipstery for my taste, but INCREDIBLY tasty and WORTH the price. We were able to sit at the bar and watch the cooks at work. Tuima was in Heaven of course watching these guys sling sauces around, braise pork loin, sprinkle spices over steaming dishes, and duck and weave around the kitchen like a tornado on steroids. The idea of Communal is to have each person order a different dish and then share with your party. We started off with a fennel tart garnished with tomato jam, creamy Gouda, and grilled spring onions. The next dish included roasted sweet potatoes and molasses glazed apple and THEN the main dish...the main dish consisted of the most absolute, hands-down, flavorful pork belly in the world.<br />
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Next stop of the evening was <a href="http://www.sparkprovo.com/" target="_blank">Sparks</a>. A dry bar/lounge. I'd give it 3.5 stars. The service wasn't that great, but it's a fun place to hang out with friends. They've got a pretty nice selection of virgin drinks. Definitely on the sweet side. It was a nice way to top of our savory dinner.<br />
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Last stop of the evening was The Cabin. (SO FUN!) Of course, we came prepared. LOTS of chocolate!<br />
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The flour fight was only the beginning. Tuima taught us the basics of boxing and Ere showed us some pretty awesome Tae-Kwon Do moves as well.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We finished out the evening doing what we do best. LOTS of creativity!Writing and drawing and talking. Thanks ladies for such an awesome time! Let's do it again soon!</div><br />
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