Jeannine

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I have been married to Ryan for 7 years and I love being married to my wonderful husband. I am a religious Christian and I love God. I live in the United States and have lived in China. I love being free and those who sacrifice(d) for my freedoms (not just servicemen and women, but all who work to preserve and teach freedom.) My hobbies include photography, music, ceramics, time with Ryan, and trying new things. I believe in the family and marriage. I love spending time with my family.

Thursday, December 18, 2014

MERRY CHRISTMAS #HeIsTheGift

Okay, craziness!  I'm putting this on my blog, but it is really a journal entry.  I just type faster than I write, so... that's that. 
Wonderful Things That Have Happened Lately... (Excluding lots... sorry.)

Scroll down to the world record video I was in if you don't want to read this all. 

Adoption is going along nicely, although we did have a scare that we didn't have our fingerprints/background checks updated, etc...  We hurried and got them re-done and were praying they would go through fast.  Later, our new case worker got our background stuff from our other agency and tells us, "Oh, you're okay.  These are good for 18 months (instead of 12.)"  Things are still on track.  :)   God is good and loving.  One of our friends gave us a little outfit with a ducky toy and it is adorable!  Finally, going down the baby isle in the grocery store is not awkward or obnoxious...! 

Wonderful Things:  The Sesame Street Muppets and Mormon Tabernacle Choir
I got to go see the Sesame Street Muppets perform with the Mormon Tabernacle Choir for their Christmas Concert!  It was awesome!!!  At first, I was just sitting by myself on practically the back row.  Then this other lady came and sat by me and we just had a marvelous time because we both appreciated it and appreciated that our neighbor appreciated it, so we were concert buddies.  She works at the costume shop of a local University.  Thanks, concert buddy!  You made the show so much more enjoyable.
I felt like I was five years old, again as I sang with Elmo, I laughed at Big Bird's funny jokes, and Ernie being silly while Bert didn't get it.  I watched Cookie Monster beg, plead, and go crazy for cookies, finally eating the headset mic.  and Grover had to open Cookie's mouth to cue the choir loft.  Rosita and another one who I don't know sang a trio with a lady from the choir.  And the count was there!!    He counted the 12 days of Christmas and Richard Elliot played the organ while Count did this.  It was magnificent.  Truly magnificent.  I am serious.  It was the best rendition of the 12 days of Christmas I have ever heard because there was not the annoying repetition and there were a whole bunch of other songs played in it.  It was just so fun, and then,... AND THEN  The Count Did His Lightning and Thunder!!!!  In the Conference Center!!!!!!!!!!!!  I WAS THERE!!!!!!!!  In real life for the lightning and thunder that I could only dream about and imagine as a child. 
It was wonderful and I almost forgot, Santino Fontana was the other guest artist and now some of the songs he sang are my new favorites: Candy Man (Which he sang as he came down from the ceiling in a hot air balloon!!)  and some other Christmas songs in a medley: Blue Christmas, It actually sounded nice.  And all of it was just so fun!  Then my inlaws came down to sleep over and go to the concert.  Then on Sunday, I got to go again with some of them to the "mini" concert and Music and The Spoken Word.  It was wonderful.  Except I was pretty sick on Sunday and had a coughing fit during the broadcast.  I really hope they didn't get my sounds on the recording!  But if they did, I'm sure they recorded the rehearsal and will "fix it in post..." haha. 
Lucky Ryan, he got to sing with all those muppets!  Sing, Sing a Song.  A Clarinetist is a person in your neighborhood.  In your neighborhood....
My little niece came with her parents and my sister and it was so fun we just talked and talked and talked and talked afterward.  I also saw my music and art teacher from elementary school.  She said I need to audition for the Mormon Tabernacle Choir.  I hope one day I can.  Anyway, It was short lived, but it was so fun to see her. 

Health:  We are blessed to be healthy.  Except, we (I) have an awful inclination to give in when offered sugary treats.  Happy Christmas!  Also, I was sick over the weekend and it was nasty!  It was "Just a cold" but it was terrible.  I mean, really, really bad.  Then today at work, someone says, "Don't you get sick, too!"  I told her I was just getting over it.  I was on the mend.  She was surprised because apparently a whole bunch of people who were getting colds were all losing their voices and stuff.  I'm blessed.   

Okay, I really have to go, now.  Merry Christmas.  Remember Christ.  #HeIsTheGift.
OH, yes, and I also participated in this:  I broke the record for the world's largest live nativity with the most people.  Check it Out.



The link in case the video doesn't work:  http://www.google.com/url?sa=t&rct=j&q=&esrc=s&source=web&cd=1&ved=0CCkQtwIwAA&url=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.youtube.com%2Fwatch%3Fv%3DPrLoWt2tfqg&ei=asSTVK_jDcPaoATh-oLwCA&usg=AFQjCNFhhJYA6bwNYbMgeYDYFqGj4IvI8g&sig2=-36kI5oTX7f9fUZwz4suqw



Monday, December 8, 2014

"He loves you today."

Happy Thanksgiving!  I'm still here.  I'm still blogging. 
I'm grateful for a wonderful, busy, lively life filled with family, church, work, and love. 
Oh, and play.  I never forget that.  
Today I read this quote:

I am grateful for the knowledge that my Heavenly Father does love me.  He loves me today, he loved me yesterday, and he will love me when I mess up again, tomorrow.  And even though I mess up, he loves me enough that he sent his only son, Jesus Christ, to be my savior, to be my Lord, to redeem me from my sins and lift me from my sorrows, to ease my shoulders from the burdens of life.  The same is true for you. 

Hold to the Lord when you are in your low places, because he loves you.  Christ has been there, where you are.  He knows how to lift you up, how to succor you, how to be the friend when you feel alone, overwhelmed and in despair.   He knows how to help you find value and purpose when you feel life is meaningless.  He knows how to help you come closer to your Father in Heaven.  He knows how to love you perfectly, wholly.  And through both the joyful and trying times, as you hold on to him, you will see the light and feel the joy in this beautiful mess of life, and know His love for you.  You are a child of The Divine. 

Tuesday, September 23, 2014

Because I Have My Father

This post was originally going to be "Why I Love My Husband."  Then I realized, I had really no idea how to start this post.  Do I begin with my annoyance at a meme that degraded fathers and husbands?  Do I start with the inspiration from the I Stand For The Family Conference?  Do I lead off with how my dad was a wonderful strength in my life and example of what a man should be to his wife and kids?  Do I open with an introduction of my husband himself and go from there?  I have no idea.  I just know I love my husband and am grateful for life with him and I want to tell you why.  The truth is, there is too much to say before I talk about my wonderful husband, Ryan.  So unless you want to read a bajillion paragraph essay on why I love my husband and why he is important I have to start with some other things.  I really don't want to spend the day writing a bajillion paragraph essay, although the topic would be a good thing to write about. 

Some people believe that the hook up culture is the only way to go.  Or that all they can expect from a man is half of him.  Some ladies out there think they don't even need a man and wonder why they would ever want to get married.  Well, everyone has their own opinions, ideas and experiences.  These are mine.  I have grown up with a wonderful example:  My dad. 

When I was a little girl, I dreamed about my wedding day and being a mom.  Just like my mom.  She got married to my dad and became Mom.  That's how I was introduced to marriage and family; the example of my parents.  Their example, teachings and harmony at home was how I knew that I wanted the same thing when I grew up.  I was completely my daddy's girl, but I loved my mom and somehow knew that I was to inherit what she had: like her, I was going to grow up and become a woman, wife and mother.  I was going to find a good man like my daddy and we would get married and have kids and I would be the mother and the man who became my husband would be their father.  I knew what kind of man I should marry because of the influence and mostly, example of my father. 
Aha!  Ryan, you didn't think that his would make it on the blog when you pulled the face, did you?
jk.  Here's the real pic.
 

As I said, I have always been a daddy's girl.  I loved it when my daddy would bring me a treasure from his business trips such as one of those little poppers, a hat, or my space place-mat.  I loved it when he would call me his song bird, when he would sing and when he would convey that he was pleased when I sang or that I ought to keep singing.  I hated it when he took me to my room, sat on my bed with me and talked about my bad behavior and how I needed to change it, but I am really grateful he did that.  I hated that he made me sweep the front porch when the missionaries were coming over, but I'm grateful he was firm about it and stuck to his guns.  I loved that he took me trick or treating and that one year he dressed up as buried treasure by somehow putting gold coins all over his clothes.  I love that he worked, even when he was out of a job.  I loved that when I was a kid he took me on the roof to fix the shingles after a big windstorm and torn them up.  I love that he never spanked me, but when I was in trouble I knew I had to shape up.  

I love that he took me to work with him on occasion and sometimes we would get a burger.  One time when we were coming back from work, I asked if we could go out to eat.  It was dark, so surely we would get there after dinner.  He responded, "No.  Your mother has made a good meal for us."  His dear wife had worked hard on making dinner for us and we weren't going to go out to eat.  He mowed the lawn and did house fixing stuff instead of paying someone too much to do his job.  He took us camping and on other family trips.  He played guitar and sang with us kids and my mom.  He led us in Family Home Evening where we would sing, read a scripture and have a lesson about how to better follow Christ and become more like He is.  He served in church capacities.  Instead of coming home to the T.V. he would come home to his family. 

He took my mom out for dates every Friday.  They regularly went together to the temple.  He always honored my mom and his marriage to her and specially celebrated their anniversary.  He would take my mom to see plays, go out to eat somewhere special and fancy, he would bring her roses.  Every Mothers Day growing up, he would wake us kids up early and bring us downstairs to plant flowers in some flower pots for her.  When he came home from work, us kids would race to the door and lovingly attack him as he found his way to my mother, "Hi Julie." and a hug and a kiss. 

Wake up!  It's Christmas!...almost.  Some mornings if we were not in a mood to get out of bed, dad would prep for his shave and come ask us who wanted a kiss. 
I was that teenager who was proud of her father and wanted the other kids to know what a cool dad I had.  I loved it when her dad was at the youth dances doing the Electric Slide and I loved it when he danced with me.  He was so cool that anyone who saw him would obviously like him.  He would do funny things and good performances on stages and served the youth at church.  I loved when my dad came to girls camp and youth conference.  He was not afraid of the youth.  He knew not only that it was important to teach them, but also how to teach them.  Some winters, he took me to shovel the driveway of the widow he was assigned to home teach in our ward (congregation.)

Dad has taught all of his kids. 
This is the night Todd became my sister's fiancee. 
When I was an older teenager, he talked to me about problems.  He was firm, but it was always in a loving way and I knew that I had to be the one to make a difference.  I had to be kinder to my sister, choose whether or not to go with a boy, and work harder in school.  As a young adult I would call him up and tell him life was getting hard and he would encourage me and I would be able to move forward and make good things happen.  The year I moved to University and met my husband, was really, really rough and if it were not for my dad, I would not have made it up there.  Who knows what would have become of me?!

The steady influence, example and work of my father have really built me.  He is half of who I am.  I am not telling you that to be a good man, husband, or father, a man has to have the same characteristics, or learning, or experiences as my father.  Each man has to be himself.  His best self.

Growing up, I saw my dad was good with a camera, a guitar, his voice, his brain, his hands, his character, but most importantly his roles as a husband and a father.  I don't know that I really realized he was such a good husband to my mom, but as I have listened, looked and learned about people in this life, it is completely obvious.  Some things are so obvious, you don't realize them until you see, hear, or otherwise find out about counter-examples.

Because of him and my mom, I had a stable and secure life.  I never had to worry.  When I was about 4, I worried, "What if my dad smokes and I don't know it?  What if he is not faithful to my mom?"  Children care about what happens with their parents.  The truth is my dad was not that kind of man and I trusted him.  He was never the kind to go do things that would lead to addictive behaviors.  He didn't flirt with danger.  I still trust him.  He lived and lives a solid, moral, family and God life.  If he was ever afraid of our family not making it, whether it be financial, or some other way, I never knew it.  Maybe some men out there are scared?  Hold on.  You can make it.  You are everything to that family of yours.  They depend on you. 

I love my dad.  He isn't perfect but he works hard, shows his dedication and becomes greater every day.  He loves God and leads our family to Him.  He loves my mom.  I am a girl, but I am my daddy's girl and because of him, I grew up knowing what a happy family is like.  I grew up knowing how a man is supposed to be and how he ought to treat me and what to look for in a husband.  Because of my dad I have a better life.

 

Monday, September 22, 2014

Wonderful Week

So, my cousin inspired me to do this "Wonderful Week"... event...  I guess that is what I will call it.  I was texting him after he had a long week and wishing him a wonderful week.  Well, it got me thinking.  I decided to record the wonderful things in my own week.   Now, I am inviting you to record your Wonderful Week!  I hope you have fun. 

Wonderful Week Rules:
  • Every day write down at least 3 wonderful things that happened in your life the previous day.  (Okay, if you can only think of 1, then start with that.  Some days are harder than others.  That is okay.)  
  • The things can be something that was exciting, happy, hard, something you were grateful for, learned from, whatever as long as it is wonderful.   Wonderful definition:  "Extremely good."  Synonyms: inspiring delight, pleasure, or admiration; extremely good; marvelous.
  • Invite friends and family members to do this with you.  If you are reading this, consider yourself invited.  
  • Adding pictures and alliteration in headers is completely optional.
  • You can do this online or in a journal.  If you don't have anything to write on, just make a mental note of it each night/day and share it with someone.  
Basic summary:  on Monday write down something good in your life from Sunday.  On Tues. write down Mon.'s happy thing, etc...


My Wonderful Week as recorded on fb.  Yes.  I know the punctuation/mechanics are not consistent.  Sorry.  Almost.

Wonderful Week: 

Marvelous Monday: Made my bed, killed a spider in my makeup bag, canned pears, visited with my sister and brother in law who just returned from Belgium.
   

Terrific Tuesday! On Tuesdays I get to go to ceramics class. It is totes fave. Or whatever the new lingo is now-days.  Also, I accidentally changed the background on my computer to canning jars. I don't know how, I just did. I guess my fingers are too fast for my computer! (okay, or my computer is just really slow...) Anyway, the pic is a honey pot I made. Now it is in my kitchen, all glazed and prettified and holding honey. and another thing I started throwing.

Wonderful Wednesday. I went to the hospital to make sure I am immune to chicken pox. The reason this is wonderful is because it means I have a job! Yay me. And, my sista' came to play! We went shopping at 5 stores and would have gone to another one if it was open.

Thoughtful/Throw Back Thursday - Going back to my roots. (Bethany, will you post that picture of you and me and Matthew B. on here? I know it is blurry.) Where I came from, where I began. We went to a rally for Stand for Marriage. We were asked these questions and given time to think about their answers and significance: Who are you? How much of who you are is because of your father? How much of who you are is because of your mother? Whether you had both parents in your life or not, it has affected you and who you have become. Also, it ended with 600 people singing All Through The Night. It was awe inspiring to see and hear these people singing the lullaby showing the strength and protection a family affords.
Also, I went to ceramics this day!


Fabulous Friday: I learned all about the Family at the Stand for the Family conference. Wow! It was amazing. And my mom treated me and my sister to lunch! Thanks, Mom! And everyone at lunch, it was so fun to be with you! I got a "musical" tooth pick. lol. And saw the Provo City Temple under construction! We saw some missionaries with hard hats and vests pass us on the street. I said hi and then when we had passed I was so excited I could hardly talk. I said, "Mom! That's them!" And pointed to the tabernacle. Translation: "Mom! They are missionaries who are working on the temple! Did you see them? I'm so excited!" I got to talk to my Auntie about healthy food/eating (Which I am just getting into and it is so great to hear about people who work to eat healthy and actual food.)
I also watched The Music Man with Mr. Hubby! I enjoyed the movie before, but until Friday night, I did not understand the complete brilliance of the movie and story.
 

Super Saturday: Went to the temple with my sweet heart! Also went to an emergency fair and got information we are combining into a binder. Worked at ceramics for a bit. Ryan and I picked produce from our garden, read our books under our big backyard tree and got to spend the whole afternoon and evening together.
  Thank you to my cousin who inspired me to have and record a wonderful week! Love you.  Jeannine Now my Wonderful Week up to date as of this moment. (Because Sunday is not over!) I hope the things I wrote made sense. I'm in a hurry. 


Sacred Sabbath: Well, my "Wonderful Week" is over. One wonderful week, anyway. Here is my last post of the week:
On Sunday I got to hear the Marine Band with the Mormon Tabernacle Choir, live at Music and The Spoken Word. It was amazing! Then we went to the Ogden Temple Dedication with my family. It was so beautiful and I learned so much. Mostly about the peace the gospel brings when we accept it. We headed to my family's house and just enjoyed everyone's company, playing, visiting, singing together. My Auntie and Uncle came by with one of my cousins. In the evening my sister was watching the neighbor kids, so they came over and joined us in scripture study. (Which was AMAZING!) It took a bit to get into it because we have lots of people...  But it was so incredible! I love learning the word of the Lord. 


If you feel like you need a pick me up, I invite you to record something wonderful that happened to you each day this week and see what happens.

Thursday, September 18, 2014

Breadsticks - light and fluffy

These are spectacular.  I have tried them.  They are very versatile and although the recipe below gives a suggestion of a dill sauce (which is delicious, by the way) they also work well with marinara, garlic and parmesan, or cinnamon and a honey butter sauce.  Any way you want it, that's the way you need it.  Any way you want it. 

Marie's Breadsticks

2 T Yeast
3 cups hot water
2 T sugar
combine in mixer and let stand, yeast will look foamy.
1t salt
7 cups flour add one at a time, the last cup add a little at a time until the dough pulls away from your mixing bowl and forms a ball.  
knead 6 minutes.  
Let stand about 10 minutes

roll out, let stand a few minutes on tray

Bake 400  12 min or until turn golden on top.  Then spread with butter right out of the oven.

Dill spread
1 t garlic salt
1t garlic powder
1/2 t dill
1/4 t italian seasoning