I've discovered that this is a viable excuse for almost anything. For example:
"My clothes don't fit me today! Well..."
"I walk so slow! Well..."
"I want another cookie. Well..."
"I didn't do anything useful today. Well..."
"I really shouldn't have that scoop of ice cream. Well..."
"I'm hot! Well..."
"I'd rather watch a movie than do my homework. Well..."
It's rather fantastic, and at the same time quite frightful. Seriously, what am I going to do when the baby is actually here? Be responsible? Bah!
;)
Thursday, March 19, 2009
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
How important is it to like your doctor?
Normally, I don't really care. They generally don't end up helping me anyway, so I've lost whatever trust I may have ever had in doctors.
However, the guy I'm seeing now is supposed to be there for one of the more pivotal events in my life, Ryan's life, Baby's life... and I'm not terribly impressed. He's not good at communicating- at all. Heck, Ryan called him an airhead. He tries to be nice and friendly, but I still end up walking out of his office after every visit thinking that one of us is very stupid. This month I drew the short straw. Last month he did. Regardless, I don't trust him very much.
So, at six months pregnant, I'm wondering if I should go through the hassle of trying to change doctors... or of exploring the midwife option. I've done some research and am fairly impressed with what I've seen, but is it worth the effort and the money?
However, the guy I'm seeing now is supposed to be there for one of the more pivotal events in my life, Ryan's life, Baby's life... and I'm not terribly impressed. He's not good at communicating- at all. Heck, Ryan called him an airhead. He tries to be nice and friendly, but I still end up walking out of his office after every visit thinking that one of us is very stupid. This month I drew the short straw. Last month he did. Regardless, I don't trust him very much.
So, at six months pregnant, I'm wondering if I should go through the hassle of trying to change doctors... or of exploring the midwife option. I've done some research and am fairly impressed with what I've seen, but is it worth the effort and the money?
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
To Help the World
So... there are many things I want to do with my life. Ironically, school is not really one of them, but here I am. :) All of my life, I have wanted to be a wife. To me, that is the drive behind much of who I am and what I want to be. And so, here I am! Yay!!! I also wanted to be a mother, and that will come very soon, as well. I'm excited and grateful and I love my daughter very much. I'm excited to meet her.
But there are other things I want to do, as well. I do want to continually learn. I want to be healthy. I want to sew, and garden, and cook, and be creative in all these pursuits. I want to own, train, and work with horses. I want to be somebody that my dog loves.
Of course I want to write. That has always been one of my passions. I'm currently working on a writing project that may or may not turn into something really cool.
I also want to do something to help the world... to make it a better place for the people who live here and who will live here. To this end, I have several ideas.
I would love to impact people with my writing. I think this is a good way, if I can be successful, of reaching many many different people, of fulfilling my own passion, and it is something I can do in my own home, when it is cold outside and I am struck with an idea.
Ryan and I intend to go on missions later in life, which means that I would like to, in the meantime, build up enough savings to allow us to do that comfortably.
I'm sure I will impact the world through my children, but I would love to teach them by example as well.
Micro loans are incredible. I saw a special on BYU-TV about them once, and the idea is simply phenomenal. I would love to contribute to that effort in some way. It not only helps people; it helps people to help themselves. What an amazing gift to give someone!
When I was younger, I read a story about a girl who had a goal to help the world somehow. She didn't know how she would do it, but she was always looking for a way. Then, she saw the beauty of the flowers around her, and decided to perpetuate that. She started carrying seeds with her, and simply scattering them when she walked. I think it was lilacs, or something like that. She became known as the flower lady, and everywhere she went, flowers bloomed. It was so cool! I'd like to do something like that... to spread greenery and beauty and make the world prettier.
A few days ago, I came up with a new idea. See, so much of the news we hear and see is negative. It makes the world look so very bleak. And so, what if I were to begin another blog, and on it post something that is good news, either in our hometown, or in my own life, or in the world... I figure, at the very least, it would help me to see the good that is out there, plus, it would help to further the cause of goodness by putting more of it out into the world, which is really the best way to fight evil, I think.
I went to google and typed in good news, and came up with several different websites. This one http://goodnewsdaily.com/ has some advertisments, which is annoying, but also doesn't require a fee, which is good, and it seems to be a very good website for seeing good news. I approve.
But there are other things I want to do, as well. I do want to continually learn. I want to be healthy. I want to sew, and garden, and cook, and be creative in all these pursuits. I want to own, train, and work with horses. I want to be somebody that my dog loves.
Of course I want to write. That has always been one of my passions. I'm currently working on a writing project that may or may not turn into something really cool.
I also want to do something to help the world... to make it a better place for the people who live here and who will live here. To this end, I have several ideas.
I would love to impact people with my writing. I think this is a good way, if I can be successful, of reaching many many different people, of fulfilling my own passion, and it is something I can do in my own home, when it is cold outside and I am struck with an idea.
Ryan and I intend to go on missions later in life, which means that I would like to, in the meantime, build up enough savings to allow us to do that comfortably.
I'm sure I will impact the world through my children, but I would love to teach them by example as well.
Micro loans are incredible. I saw a special on BYU-TV about them once, and the idea is simply phenomenal. I would love to contribute to that effort in some way. It not only helps people; it helps people to help themselves. What an amazing gift to give someone!
When I was younger, I read a story about a girl who had a goal to help the world somehow. She didn't know how she would do it, but she was always looking for a way. Then, she saw the beauty of the flowers around her, and decided to perpetuate that. She started carrying seeds with her, and simply scattering them when she walked. I think it was lilacs, or something like that. She became known as the flower lady, and everywhere she went, flowers bloomed. It was so cool! I'd like to do something like that... to spread greenery and beauty and make the world prettier.
A few days ago, I came up with a new idea. See, so much of the news we hear and see is negative. It makes the world look so very bleak. And so, what if I were to begin another blog, and on it post something that is good news, either in our hometown, or in my own life, or in the world... I figure, at the very least, it would help me to see the good that is out there, plus, it would help to further the cause of goodness by putting more of it out into the world, which is really the best way to fight evil, I think.
I went to google and typed in good news, and came up with several different websites. This one http://goodnewsdaily.com/ has some advertisments, which is annoying, but also doesn't require a fee, which is good, and it seems to be a very good website for seeing good news. I approve.
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Bon Voyage, Trevor!
Well, today is the big day! My little brother finally decided on something that he wants to do with his life. He found a language program in the Navy that he found very interesting. He took the language program test and got a good enough score to get into his chosen program (which is good, because otherwise he would have ended up doing diving or something along those lines). That was two weeks ago, and they told him he would be going into boot camp tomorrow. So, today he's on the plane and, starting tomorrow, he's officially doing the Navy thing. Go, little brother!
Sunday, February 22, 2009
Capitulation
Once upon a time, I wanted long hair. All my cute friends had long hair, and mine simply would not grow. It was so sad!
And then, boom! My hair decided to grow! I was thrilled. I kept it long for about 8 years. It went down to my elbow, and was thick, and curly, and all the beautiful things that hair is supposed to be.
However, after eight years, I decided to cut it... and I cut it short. It was about chin length in the front, but quite a bit shorter in the back, and I loved it. Even though I had to get it trimmed every 2-3 weeks, I loved it.
Then I started working at Heritage. With horses, hair is often much easier to deal with if it is long and you can pull it away from your face. Also, again, all my cute friends had long hair, and they were so beautiful! I was way jealous, and decided to grow my hair out, as much for convenience's sake as anything else. Besides, I was taking showers at night after I would come home, and didn't take the time to style it, and so I would throw on a bandana and that would be that. It didn't look good at all, and I wanted to look at least somewhat attractive after taking a shower!
It was a long journey. Because my hair was so much shorter in the back, I still had to go get it cut every 2-3 weeks just until it grew out enough to be even so that it would all grow out together and not look completely stupid. Plus, once I went to get my hair trimmed and the girl hacked off a full 2 inches, thus negating about 4 months of work... which is difficult to make up when your hair is curly and doesn't acquire length nearly as fast as it acquires volume!
Anyway, here I am, four years after my journey began, and I no longer work at Heritage. My hair is shoulder length when it's dry and almost to my shoulder blades when it's wet, and at that awkward stage where it just looks messy regardless what I do with it. It pulls attention away from my face (which is really what it's there to frame, right?) and doesn't do much to flatter me.
For the last few days, I have been wanting to get my hair cut. Ryan is way supportive. We both know it's my hair and I can do whatever I want with it. (Incidentally, he says he likes long hair, but he plays with it more when it's a little bit shorter.) But I can't decide! I wanted long hair for so long, and now I'm almost there, but I don't like it! I keep thinking how much easier it would be, and how much it would frame my face, and all these things that draw me toward the salon! *sigh* Life is hard.
:)
And then, boom! My hair decided to grow! I was thrilled. I kept it long for about 8 years. It went down to my elbow, and was thick, and curly, and all the beautiful things that hair is supposed to be.
However, after eight years, I decided to cut it... and I cut it short. It was about chin length in the front, but quite a bit shorter in the back, and I loved it. Even though I had to get it trimmed every 2-3 weeks, I loved it.
Then I started working at Heritage. With horses, hair is often much easier to deal with if it is long and you can pull it away from your face. Also, again, all my cute friends had long hair, and they were so beautiful! I was way jealous, and decided to grow my hair out, as much for convenience's sake as anything else. Besides, I was taking showers at night after I would come home, and didn't take the time to style it, and so I would throw on a bandana and that would be that. It didn't look good at all, and I wanted to look at least somewhat attractive after taking a shower!
It was a long journey. Because my hair was so much shorter in the back, I still had to go get it cut every 2-3 weeks just until it grew out enough to be even so that it would all grow out together and not look completely stupid. Plus, once I went to get my hair trimmed and the girl hacked off a full 2 inches, thus negating about 4 months of work... which is difficult to make up when your hair is curly and doesn't acquire length nearly as fast as it acquires volume!
Anyway, here I am, four years after my journey began, and I no longer work at Heritage. My hair is shoulder length when it's dry and almost to my shoulder blades when it's wet, and at that awkward stage where it just looks messy regardless what I do with it. It pulls attention away from my face (which is really what it's there to frame, right?) and doesn't do much to flatter me.
For the last few days, I have been wanting to get my hair cut. Ryan is way supportive. We both know it's my hair and I can do whatever I want with it. (Incidentally, he says he likes long hair, but he plays with it more when it's a little bit shorter.) But I can't decide! I wanted long hair for so long, and now I'm almost there, but I don't like it! I keep thinking how much easier it would be, and how much it would frame my face, and all these things that draw me toward the salon! *sigh* Life is hard.
:)
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
It's a Girl!
And she has just the cutest little fingers you've ever seen!
She's still very active. She was moving all over the place, but kept her chin tucked up tight to her knees and wouldn't let the doctor get a good look at either her head or her heart, no matter how much he poked and prodded her.
I have a little girl!
We've mostly decided on the name Cara Libby Roberts. She will have my initials (my name is Chelsea Laurel Roberts) and Libby is my Mom's maiden name, which I think is really cool. Also, Cara means Friend, Libby means Consecrated to God, and Roberts means Of Bright Fame. All in all, I think it's a beautiful name. It's not completely for sure, but we both really like it so far.
Thoughts and impressions- Oh my goodness! I'm so excited, and at the same time completely awed. I can't wait to meet her in person.
She's still very active. She was moving all over the place, but kept her chin tucked up tight to her knees and wouldn't let the doctor get a good look at either her head or her heart, no matter how much he poked and prodded her.
I have a little girl!
We've mostly decided on the name Cara Libby Roberts. She will have my initials (my name is Chelsea Laurel Roberts) and Libby is my Mom's maiden name, which I think is really cool. Also, Cara means Friend, Libby means Consecrated to God, and Roberts means Of Bright Fame. All in all, I think it's a beautiful name. It's not completely for sure, but we both really like it so far.
Thoughts and impressions- Oh my goodness! I'm so excited, and at the same time completely awed. I can't wait to meet her in person.
Sunday, February 8, 2009
In Search of a Story
There are many facets to my personality... many identities which I assume. I am a wife, a mother (soon), a friend, a helper, a sister, a daughter... I am shy, but sometimes not. I am funny, but only occasionally. I enjoy organization, but I like creativity. I love color, even if sometimes those colors are black and white. It always amazes me when somebody says they understand me, because after 26 years of study, I still don't understand myself.
One thing I have come to realize and to truly accept and love about myself is my full enjoyment of animals. They are smelly, dirty, often selfish creatures, and I love almost all of them- even the ones I don't like. Animals are honest. Either they trust you, or they don't. They love you, or they don't. They respect you, or they don't. The only way you can earn their trust, their love, their respect, is by giving them kindness, love, and leadership. And they will repay you with everything they have to give, which is nothing more or less than their whole heart. It is an amazing gift.
I've always known I like animals, but having spent the past 4 1/2 years working with them, teaching them, learning from and with them, and being a leader for them, has taught me a lot about myself. I truly enjoy mucking out stalls. I love the honesty of the work. I love knowing that what I do is for living creatures. I love those moments when I get to just sit and be with a horse, or a dog, or a cat... just to be myself, and to let them be themselves. It's an amazing feeling of freedom and relief and peace and lets me gather my strength for whatever lies ahead. I love that when I am done working with an animal, or playing with them, that I come away feeling relaxed and optimistic. I hope I may always have animals in my life.
While working at that job, as well as going to school, my life was consumed by those pursuits. I loved my job. School was not as wonderful, but my job counteracted many of the effects of school and I was able to feel like a productive member of society. It helped me deal with the daily aspects of school. I was happy.
However, I have quit my job now, and have come to realize that there is another facet of my being- one that is very strong and that I have not given much time or attention to in the past 4 1/2 years. I am a writer. Words have always fascinated me. I love to put them together in such a way that my reader can feel what I feel and see what I see. I have always said that I would rather write a thousand words than create the picture they are worth.
I still write, now and again. I love this blog, for instance. Not only is it a way to keep in touch with people, it is a way to share my stories in a medium that I find quite beautiful. My brother and I are writing a story back and forth. At times I will jot down thoughts or poetic statements or words of wisdom that sound wise partly because of the way they are worded.
And so, after much writing and rambling, I come to my point. My life is no longer consumed by my job. I have more time and energy and thought in my head to give to writing. And the desire to write is becoming stronger and stronger within me. It almost doesn't matter what I write; I simply want to put words to paper and create images for all to see.
Yet, I also want to make a difference. I not only want to write, I want to be read. I want people to read my work and to enjoy it. I want them to feel as though their lives have been enriched by reading this thing before them. I want to touch people for their betterment and my own.
There are many options, of course. My favorite genre to sit down and read is fantasy. I have found characters I love and fantastic and wonderful stories and even truths of life buried within the pages of another world. But there is also finding a true story from history and making it come to life with rich characters and daily struggles, such as in The Work and the Glory, or even Braveheart. There is a nobility to giving real people a moment in which to be read and understood. I also enjoy self-improvement, not only for the self but also a call to society to become better than we currently are, and suggesting a method in which we can improve.
I do not want to get locked into one genre, as I fear I may. It is easy, once you become known as a fantasy writer, to only write for fantasy readers. They already know and love you, after all. The same is true for self-improvement. What could somebody who writes about the issues of everyday life have business doing creating a fantasy world? Yet I have ideas... so many ideas... in each of these areas.
I would like to create something meaningful, as I mentioned before, which means that I need to write from what I know. It is only there that my writing will become rich. Regardless of the genre, I would like to write that which will speak to people.
And so, I am in search of a story.
One thing I have come to realize and to truly accept and love about myself is my full enjoyment of animals. They are smelly, dirty, often selfish creatures, and I love almost all of them- even the ones I don't like. Animals are honest. Either they trust you, or they don't. They love you, or they don't. They respect you, or they don't. The only way you can earn their trust, their love, their respect, is by giving them kindness, love, and leadership. And they will repay you with everything they have to give, which is nothing more or less than their whole heart. It is an amazing gift.
I've always known I like animals, but having spent the past 4 1/2 years working with them, teaching them, learning from and with them, and being a leader for them, has taught me a lot about myself. I truly enjoy mucking out stalls. I love the honesty of the work. I love knowing that what I do is for living creatures. I love those moments when I get to just sit and be with a horse, or a dog, or a cat... just to be myself, and to let them be themselves. It's an amazing feeling of freedom and relief and peace and lets me gather my strength for whatever lies ahead. I love that when I am done working with an animal, or playing with them, that I come away feeling relaxed and optimistic. I hope I may always have animals in my life.
While working at that job, as well as going to school, my life was consumed by those pursuits. I loved my job. School was not as wonderful, but my job counteracted many of the effects of school and I was able to feel like a productive member of society. It helped me deal with the daily aspects of school. I was happy.
However, I have quit my job now, and have come to realize that there is another facet of my being- one that is very strong and that I have not given much time or attention to in the past 4 1/2 years. I am a writer. Words have always fascinated me. I love to put them together in such a way that my reader can feel what I feel and see what I see. I have always said that I would rather write a thousand words than create the picture they are worth.
I still write, now and again. I love this blog, for instance. Not only is it a way to keep in touch with people, it is a way to share my stories in a medium that I find quite beautiful. My brother and I are writing a story back and forth. At times I will jot down thoughts or poetic statements or words of wisdom that sound wise partly because of the way they are worded.
And so, after much writing and rambling, I come to my point. My life is no longer consumed by my job. I have more time and energy and thought in my head to give to writing. And the desire to write is becoming stronger and stronger within me. It almost doesn't matter what I write; I simply want to put words to paper and create images for all to see.
Yet, I also want to make a difference. I not only want to write, I want to be read. I want people to read my work and to enjoy it. I want them to feel as though their lives have been enriched by reading this thing before them. I want to touch people for their betterment and my own.
There are many options, of course. My favorite genre to sit down and read is fantasy. I have found characters I love and fantastic and wonderful stories and even truths of life buried within the pages of another world. But there is also finding a true story from history and making it come to life with rich characters and daily struggles, such as in The Work and the Glory, or even Braveheart. There is a nobility to giving real people a moment in which to be read and understood. I also enjoy self-improvement, not only for the self but also a call to society to become better than we currently are, and suggesting a method in which we can improve.
I do not want to get locked into one genre, as I fear I may. It is easy, once you become known as a fantasy writer, to only write for fantasy readers. They already know and love you, after all. The same is true for self-improvement. What could somebody who writes about the issues of everyday life have business doing creating a fantasy world? Yet I have ideas... so many ideas... in each of these areas.
I would like to create something meaningful, as I mentioned before, which means that I need to write from what I know. It is only there that my writing will become rich. Regardless of the genre, I would like to write that which will speak to people.
And so, I am in search of a story.
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