Tuesday, February 26, 2013

Food For Thought

Such a good question. 

I mentioned in one of my earlier posts that sometimes I can be too judgmental and critical of others. And I honestly don't even know if it's something I do to feel better about myself or if I just like to be a brat sometimes. [Probably a little of both.] But I hate it. And I constantly have to remind myself to think positively about others and that they are a child of God. That even if I don't necessarily like a person, there is always something good that I can say about them.

Obviously you don't have to be friends with everyone you come in contact with. Sometimes there are just people that you really don't get along with. But why does that mean that you have to be rude to them and talk crap? Oh wait-- IT DOESN'T. 

I'm not saying that I have never spoken a bad word about anyone before... [Trust me, I've done more than my fair share.] I just have always thought it was ridiculous because, first of all, if someone is talking crap to you about someone else, you know that they are talking crap about you to someone else. You know? It has always been this way. High school, work, church; Pretty much anywhere that you have a group of girls.

And I'm sorry, but like... What gives you the right? What gives any of us the right to judge others? We don't know what has happened in their lives to make them the way they are. And how do YOU feel when someone spreads a rumor about you? Or when you find out that someone has been saying bad things about you? I know that I feel really awful. Why would I want to make someone else feel that way?

I'm not trying to make it seem like I'm perfect in this area. Clearly I'm not. A lot of times I will be the first to make fun of someone else. But I'm not proud of it. And I am working on changing the way I've programmed my brain to work. Because that's honestly what I believe it is. That I've programmed my mind to notice all of the bad things about a person, before it notices the good things. [I know for a fact that my little 8 year old brain didn't think like that!] And I think it would do us all some good if we tried to redirect our minds to the positive and uplifting thoughts that we think when we see others--or even when we look at ourselves! Yeah, maybe you should have washed your hair two days ago, but DANG look how hot you look in that outfit! You know?

Most of you know, I left my job at a Doctor's Office to work as a nanny. Being with children all the time, and hardly ever interacting with adults had made me realize how much I don't miss it. At least not the drama aspect of it. It's nice, sometimes, to take a step back from your life and really examine the way you were living it. I definitely do not admire the parts of me that are critical of others [and of myself!] 

I have made a lot of mistakes in my life. Mistakes that I definitely do not like to be reminded of, because I've moved on. I've been married in the temple to my best friend, and my life couldn't be more perfect. And I know everyone is this way. Every one of us has something in our past that we don't want to be reminded of, so why do we make others miserable by judging them and never letting their mistakes go?

We have all had days where we wake up late and have to rush out the door, with no time to put on makeup or wash our greasy hair. So why judge others when they aren't completely put together? You know? It just doesn't make sense to me. Because guess what? You can't change anything about anyone else.

So I think that when it comes to being critical, maybe we should all just focus a little bit more on ourselves, and a little less on others. 

Here are a few of my favorite quotes...

And trust me, this post was as much for me as it was for all of you.

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Thursday, February 21, 2013

The Good Stuff

This post is completely dedicated to the good stuff. You know what I mean. Those things that just make you realize how good you have it, how lucky you are, how great this world can be, etc. And I apologize in advance that the majority of these are about H. But hey, he just makes my life more wonderful, every single day.

  • Like how H has this crazy obsession for frozen pizzas. I swear, almost every night he asks if he can just have pizza for dinner. So I put two pizzas in the oven for us, and when it came time for me to get them out, somehow I dropped my pizza and it fell through the oven rack. All of the cheese peeled off and it landed upside down. My pizza was ruined. And yes, I may have started crying. [Seriously guys, I'm a cry baby. But hey, in my defense, mother nature had just paid me a little visit. It was just one of those days.] Anyway, H rushed to the rescue, and comforted me by telling me that he would eat the gross one, and he gave me the good one. COME ON. Can this guy get any more perfect? 

  • Or how about the time that H and I were babysitting a few kids for a weekend. And one of the days we took them to the park. And cute, overprotective H wouldn't leave the kids alone. Seriously. He was afraid that they were going to get hurt, so instead of sitting on the bench with me, he got up onto the playground and watched them from up there the entire time, always there to help them up if they fell down, or to help them down the slide. I won't lie, it was very endearing. I can't wait until we have kids. I know that he is going to be the best daddy ever. [And yes, I am still baby hungry. Before I met H, I used to judge people for having babies so soon after getting married, and now I'm the one, 3 months after marriage, begging my husband to have a baby right away. I can't help it. They're just so cute!]

  • And on a side note, can we just talk about how amazing little kids are? When we were at the park with my nieces and nephew, and with the kids that we were babysitting, I was surprised and amazed at how easily they made friends. They don't care about what others look like or what they are wearing. They don't care if they talk different or act different. They just automatically become friends. They love so easily. When we were leaving the park, my 7 year old niece was so sad, saying, "but I want to stay and play with my best friend!" That is something that I admire so much. I am a very friendly person, but I will admit that I can be very judgmental. I love the quality that all children seem to possess--to love, and not judge. Not to get all churchy on everyone, but a scripture from the Book of Mormon comes to mind: Mosiah 3:19 "...and becometh as a child, submissive, meek, humble, patient, full of love, willing to submit to all things which the Lord seeth fit to inflict upon him, even as child doth submit to his father."
  • [To add to the list of cute H stories...] The other night, H and I were getting ready for bed, and like usual we started acting all goofy. But this night in particular, H started talking in a weird accent and being super silly. And for those of you that may know him, you know that this is kind of a rare occurrence. He is usually reserved and more on the quiet side until you really get to know him. And laughing, I said, "I love this. You're not even like this with your brother or your friends!" And without a pause, he says, "I'm only like this with my best friend." Okay seriously?? He's the cutest. [And yes, I did in fact start tearing up. As usual. I think we've already established the fact that I'm a baby. But I am especially emotional when he says cute things like that to me.] I'm a lucky girl.
  • Or what about the fact that this came in the mail last week??!! I AM FREAKING OUT. I know that H and I just went there 3 months ago for our honeymoon, but really, can you ever go to Disneyland too much? And plus, this time we are staying in the Disneyland Hotel! It is truly my favorite [and the happiest] place on earth. And we are leaving in 17 days! So excited! And to make this trip even better, our newlywed best friends, Hunter and Alissa are coming with. This trip is seriously going to be amazing!
  • And last but not least, this cute video. Abigail [my niece] is in the kissing stage and has been kissing me all day. Even better, she had a chocolate cake covered face while she was trying to kiss me. [Please disregard my greasy hair and lack of makeup!] And even cuter, is how much she giggles when I play it back to her. Sorry for the bad quality!


So anyway. These are just some of the memorable moments in my life lately. I think in life there are a lot of things that bring us down or that give us negative thoughts, about ourselves, others, or the world around us. But I do think it's important to try to focus on the positive. To be grateful for the things that you have, and not wish for things you don't have. To always show gratitude where gratitude is due. That is another quality that I am striving for, and one that I have been trying to enforce in the kids that I nanny. That you don't always need more. That it's okay to just have what you need, and not necessarily what you want. To just say thank you. As a newlywed, I believe this is a very important quality to have; one that can make you or break you, and admittedly one that I struggle with. Sometimes I just want to go shopping, or I want to buy things that we don't necessarily need at the grocery store. And even to just be grateful when my husband does something to show his love for me, even if it isn't exactly what I would have hoped for. But H constantly has to remind me to focus only on our needs, and to not be selfish or ungrateful. That boy sure knows what he's talking about! I'm a lucky girl to have him for eternity!

What are some of your memorable moments lately?

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Friday, February 15, 2013

Valentine's Day

Valentine's Day...

I have always had mixed feelings about this holiday. I've never really had a Valentine before-- [unless you count my senior year when that boy I had never met before came to my school with a box of chocolates and a rose. which was AWKWARD.]--and I hated those girls that would walk around school with their balloons and flowers, all happy and giddy like they were rubbing it in that they were loved and I had no one. So I'd always be like, "Oh, who needs a guy when you've got your girlfriends?" But even though I used to think this holiday is stupid, secretly I wished I had someone to spoil me.

And then there was last year... When H and I were on-again-off-again dating. And I had gotten us season passes to Six Flags. But then the day before V-Day he broke up with me...and then tried to return the passes to me. [So many awkward Valentine's Day experiences.]

So yeah, this year was my first with a real Valentine. And I was excited. Thinking about the dozens of roses that H would shower me with throughout the day... Or the chocolates and the teddy bear that was bigger than I was. Oh, and maybe even some diamonds! Hahaha, okay. Let's just state the obvious: sometimes I have some pretty unrealistic expectations.

And then I started thinking about what I would do for H. As I'm sure you can imagine, all of these cute little crafts and projects that I had seen on Pinterest started rushing through my head. And I started working on a few different projects.

But then I started to think about who I was married to. And for any of you who know H, you are probably laughing and shaking your heads right about now. Because here's the thing... H isn't really into this stuff. I mean, not that he won't love it, but I just don't think he really appreciates this type of thing as much as I would, you know? He's the kind of guy that's like, "Oh I love this, it's so cute....... What am I supposed to do with it?" [And then there's me and my box full of anything and everything that reminds me of/has to do with mine and Heath's relationship.] But maybe that's just the difference between men and women? And if you only knew how many cute, lovey dovey scrapbooks and cards I have made for H since we've been together....

So anyway, I still gave him one of the cute homemade projects, but I also got him something that would be a bit more useful: a new phone that he has been wanting--the Google Nexus 4. [But of course, it didn't even get here in time.] Wife fail #237.

V-Day morning, H woke me up with heart shaped waffles. Literally, he cut the waffles into hearts. It was the cutest thing. And then he surprised me with the ring that I have been drooling over for the past month or so... it's a ring that says his name on it. And if you know me at all, you know that this is the most perfect gift. [I'm kind of obsessed with my husband.]

 [Ring was purchased here.]

When I got home from work that night, H greeted me with beautiful white roses, and then he took me out to my favorite restaurant: YC's Mongolian Grill. [If you haven't been there before, you need to go! It's seriously amazing.]

[Please ignore the Disney Christmas calendar that we still have up. And the bad quality phone pics.]

[Oh and for those of you who don't already know--I cut my hair! H loves it, and says it makes me look more like a wife. Score!]

After dinner, we contemplated going out and seeing Safe Haven, but we decided to just stay in for the night. So yeah, I'm not gonna lie: V-Day is pretty awesome. And it's even better when you're married.

I love my husband. I am so glad that I was a stalker persistent and never gave up on him. I am the luckiest girl to call him mine. I love that he is so sweet and considerate. I love that he dances with me in the kitchen, even though he doesn't like to dance. I love that he offers to make me dinner all the time, even though we both know he can only make top ramen. I love that he always opens the car door for me. I love that we can talk and laugh about everything. I love that he calls me baby poo [no judgement!] I love being able to cuddle him all night. I just love being in love. It makes everything so much better; even a silly holiday like Valentine's Day.

Happy love day, world!

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