During which I avoid fetching the iron.

Should be working on some Christmas gifts. Instead? I’m organizing my Documents and Downloads folders. A bit obsessive compulsive, yes, but oh so satisfying. Apparently at some point I had messaged this moment to a friend and randomly I also copied it into a word file and saved it. Not sure why I did at the time, but I’m glad I did. Weird thinking that Charlotte is already so big and Rachael isn’t even at home anymore!

“lissieinthesky: so while trying to take photos for this online course thing, Charlie decides I need a hug.

lissieinthesky: I mean, perfect 1-year-old hugging height – kneeling by the sewing table with my camera body resting on the tabletop and taking photos of TMNT shot glasses in a row.

I’m trying not to move at all so I can get essentially the same exact shot but then show the differences with my f-stop

So she crawls up, grabs on to stand up and plants her face (with two steady streams of snot) ALL OVER MY SIDE.

So much for this shirt.

I yelp out noooooo Chuck!

and Rach goes “it’s okay mama, she just likes you the best” LOL

lissieinthesky: I guess there’s that. :-P”

Miss the little goobers being… little!


When I went out to recess as a kid it was all about Wall Ball. And Four Square. We were cool, man. Shh – just let me reminisce.

Any teacher out for recess would probably have heard the term, “DO-OVER!” screamed at the top of every other child’s lungs about every 2 rounds of a game. It was kinda the instant restart of our 1990s generation. That and finally losing the 80s bangs.

Today, I felt myself come back to that familiar spot, yet in a much more mature and adult manner. You know, because I’m all growed up– grown up now. Yep.

Anyway, all day I’ve been working on preparing a lesson for church. For those that don’t know, my calling has recently been switched from Primary Chorister [working with kiddos ages 3-11 in music] to Young Women’s 2nd Counselor [working with young women ages 12-17]. As I was preparing I began to get discouraged, not feeling like I was able to really get the message out like I wanted. Those that know me know I enjoy speaking and teaching – this shouldn’t be difficult, right?

I took a step back and looked through some other articles, feeling like I needed a break and wanted to explore some other articles but still stay in the same spirit, if that makes sense. Well, HA – in doing so, I opened myself up a bit and realized that maybe all this preparation was wonderful for a lesson taught at another time, but not for this Sunday. So, following the prompting I was feeling – I needed to start over completely and follow another topic entirely, one that apparently needed to be heard – and heard this Sunday. Funny how the Spirit reminds us that we’re instruments in His hands.

If you’re interested, here are the two articles that I’ll be teaching from:

Mothers and Daughters

Watch and Learn

A Stick

The usual stigma has been  around for… well, forever. Depression, anxiety, suicidal tendencies and suicide itself – these things are not topics people enjoy lightly discussing. Obviously with Robin William’s recent death it’s suddenly been the rage to fully discuss and bring to light these troubles that people face everyday.

I suffer from depression and anxiety. As do many people! More so, I think, then we realize. I’m using Effexor and Vitamin D to help me curb those issues, and for me it’s been very successful so far. I’m hoping this will continue once the time changes and we’re thrown back into the rainy and dark Oregon we all know and love. At least for its rain, and not so much for its dark!

Anyway, with all of this fresh at the surface, I stumbled upon something today that I was glad I found. I wasn’t looking for it, but once I found it – it was a really refreshing and supportive statement. It’s quite possibly one of the best supporting statements I’ve read online recently, something that lifts up, and doesn’t tear down. One that I think I, and maybe others, were looking for without knowing we needed it.

I was in the Amazon Kindle forums (for ideas on how to derail 2-year-olds that have discovered every PBS show on mommy’s Kindle is free when you have 1-Click purchases and mommy’s credit card!) and found this. After some digging, I also found it here and here. From what I can tell, the original creator/poster is a Tumblr user named, Boggle.

Without further adieu:

I don’t like the phrase “A cry for help.” I just don’t like how it sounds. When somebody says to me, “I’m thinking about suicide, I have a plan; I just need a reason not to do it,” the last thing I see is helplessness.

I think: Your depression has been beating you up for years. It’s called you ugly, and stupid, and pathetic, and a failure, for so long that you’ve forgotten that it’s wrong. You don’t see good in yourself, and you don’t have any hope.

But still, here you are; you’ve come over to me, banged on my door, and said, “HEY! Staying alive is REALLY HARD right now! Just give me something to fight with! I don’t care if it’s a stick! Give me a stick and I can stay alive!”

How is that helpless? I think that’s incredible. You’re like a marine: Trapped for years behind enemy lines, your gun has been taken away, you’re out of ammo, you’re malnourished, and you’ve probably caught some kind of jungle virus that’s making you hallucinate giant spiders.

And you’re still just going “Give me a stick! I’m not dying out here!”

“A cry for help” Makes it sound like I’m supposed to take pity on you. But you don’t need my pity. This isn’t pathetic. This is the will to survive. This is how humans lived long enough to become the dominant species.

With NO hope, running on NOTHING, you’re ready to cut through a hundred miles of hostile jungle with nothing but a stick, if that’s what it takes to get to safety.

All I’m doing is handing out sticks.

You’re the one staying alive.

busy busy!

We’re finally getting back to a more normal way-of-household around here. We had a blast with the cousins here (photos to come) but after a week of all play and minimal chores + laundry… well, life has a way of catching up! We still miss our family but I’m glad we’re getting  caught up on all of the laundry and upkeep around here!

A new update that has recently come in to play is my NEW calling! I honestly thought that I would be tied down in my calling for at LEAST another 3 years. I’ve been the Primary Chorister at my church (we are members of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints) for 1-2 years? I think? And I’ve been enjoying it! Starting out was terrifying, but I quickly eased into it. I really began to have fun with  my primary kids and enjoyed helping them prepare for their Program and teaching them new songs, playing games, you name it – we did it!

Well, apparently the big man upstairs decided to throw a wrench in the works to see what I would do. Never get too confident, I guess, right?

Our Bishop’s secretary called to set up a meeting with Cameron and me and it sounded fairly urgent. We kept having to put off the meeting and finally, the Bishop called and asked if he could drop by because he wanted to talk to us before church on Sunday. I just assumed the whole time that if they were extending a call to the both of us, it would be a non-Sunday calling and something fairly low-key. I knew they were probably releasing Cameron (he worked with the youth, boys 12-13) because of problems with work and not being able to make it to activities. Imagine my surprise when I found out the urgency was for me! He released us both from our current callings and called me to be the 2nd Counselor in the Young Women’s Presidency!

After the first shock, and the shock of all my “co-primary-workers” when it was announced that Sunday, I started in Young Women’s! My first Sunday was yesterday and our YW President taught the lesson. Honestly? I was THRILLED! After serving for years in the primary as a Teacher and then a Chorister/Music Leader – I was in a calling where I got to both teach (I’m technically over the 12-13 year old girls) and listen, it was such a nice change! My second hour was free, so I attended Sunday School! Shocker! And then third hour I got to be a part of another lesson! I sure miss my little primary kiddos’ smiles and voices but I’m definitely enjoying being a part of the YW’s organization.

I’m off to update the calendar, continue the fight against laundry, and schedule out some upcoming visits for my nerdlings. Busy busy, as usual. More tomorrow!

Mackin on dem Alley Cats!

Lately, while cleaning and pumping through quilting projects, I’ve listened to a lot of Ellie Goulding. And even some Ellie Goulding on Pandora, meaning her and other artists that have a similar sound or “patterns” in their sound. Today when I turned on Pandora, it started off with this song, Only You by Ellie Goulding. Here’s a partial video clip of the song:

Now… I like the song. But it also caused me to google this: 80s music video singer with animated cat. Because, let’s face it, Goulding’s song would be EPICLY 80s with her own chimpmunk-esque partner like Paula’s!

Though… the couch/removed car bench scene kinda creeps me out. Echkack… hairball.

Things I learned today

1. Some cavities can be dealt with WITHOUT a shot in the mouth. Olivia was lucky enough to experience this. Back when I had mine filled? Not so much.

2. All swings are not the same. Especially at Bauman Farms. And even more so when you’re wearing Saltwater sandals that catch bark dust chips and you keep making mommy take them off so she can clean them out.

3. Sometimes dealing with a government office can be pleasant. Well, not terrible, at least. Seriously. (I know, right?)

4. Toddlers like straws. A lot.

5. Making homemade ice cream is REALLY exciting. Even to adults. :-)

6. I’m kind of obsessed with Oreos. I’ve tried almost every single kind that has come to our local Walmart. Today’s were Reese’s Peanut Butter Oreos. Not too shabby; personally, I think they’d be better sans the half squirt of chocolate. Ideally, they’d be chocolate cookie, peanut butter filling, and dipped in chocolate. Me! Chocolate! Who knew!

7. It’s okay to have a laundry switching, laundry sorting, laundry folding, laundry put-away-ing Family Home Evening. Especially when you can’t even open the Laundry Room door due to the massive piles of laundry in the way.

8. Even when we really REALLY want something – Heavenly Father knows what’s right for us. That job that Cameron was dying to get when Keybank decided to dissolve his postion? That company is now doing the same thing, eliminating all those positions all over again. A former co-worker of Cam’s is currently employed there and will have to be back out, hot on the job market all over again. We’re thankful, and happy, we decided to be patient and let – take it, Carrie Underwood!Jesus, take the wheel! (I’m not a huge fan of this song. Still couldn’t resist.) Yay for still having a job!

9. Vegan sweets are sometimes the BEST sweets. Even when you’re not vegan.

10. Safeway bag “boys” (in this case, bag man) seem to find graphic t-shirts a fantastic excuse to flirt with you. Well, me. But hey, don’t take my word for it – try it. Then yes, an excuse to flirt with you. Too. Today’s example:

I was wearing this shirt in the checkout line at Safeway and the rather creepy bag “man” said something. I THOUGHT he said, “Oh, you like BAG guys?” and I could feel my mouth drop! Who SAYS that?I had Olivia with me, I think I look married but I guess, maybe you can’t look married, ha!

Then he said something that didn’t register at first and I realized he had pointed, and was now staring, at my shirt. It dawned on me that he had actually said BAD guys. Well, I really hope he said bad guys, ha. “Oh… heh…” *cringe*. He then proceeded to discuss with me how not all the guys on my shirt were bad guys, “sometimes they’re allies.” Yes, thank you. Stop staring. Eyes are up here. Did I need help out to my car? Thanks, but I’m good!

I guess I should take this as a sign that even with my chub creeping back (sob) I’m still okay to hit on?

11. You can be 28, greasy-haired, carrying a few extra ell-bees, tired of your motor-mouth tween, and still look nice enough to hit on. Score. I guess?

Just kidding!

I was going to post some detail shots of my ADORABLE mini quilts (Hannah, you rock! See her blog here!) but between the appointment this morning for my son and then needing to jump over to Wilsonville to drop off my husband’s car to its new owner – things got busy! So no more photos today…

But in other news – tonight we got to see Abbey Road Live perform again! This is the 3rd or 4th time and it’s been so fun! The first time we saw them, we were attending a Hillsboro concert/arts fair thing with my parents. The kids had fun, made pet rocks, got their faces painted or the like and we had a great time. Plus, we discovered Abbey Road Live! Later they actually played in Woodburn at our Concerts in the Park summer series that our family loves to go to.

I definitely recommend you check them out, they rock: Abbey Road Live and of course… check out this cute video of Miss Chuck herself. <3




Here’s the update on my partner’s quilt! It wasn’t supposed to show up for another two days, but I sent it…

Like the name mini? :-) And of course all the goodies! I was thrilled to hear she got it today! Not the 16th! Woo! So, lo and behold, then mine popped up!

SQUEEEEE! Good heavens! Not only is there this gorgeous mini quilt, fabulous and fun fabric goodies – but seriously?! A Serenity mini? I think I got the world’s best partner! :-)

Close-ups tomorrow! Can’t wait to get these babies up on the wall!