tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-41813657864508288292024-03-05T10:00:28.580-08:00The Wilcock FamilyEmilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13311251650602626621noreply@blogger.comBlogger123125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4181365786450828829.post-62019971590809560482012-02-21T10:55:00.000-08:002012-02-21T10:55:38.791-08:00Tiny LivingDear blog,<br />
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Have you heard about the tiny house movement? I am really digging it. I first came across a tiny house about a year ago that a family of 4 uses as a cabin which led me to <a href="http://www.tumbleweedhouses.com/" target="_blank">Tumbleweed Houses </a>. Ever since then I have been making plans in the back of my mind to build a tiny house on a trailer to take camping. Heath likes the idea too.<br />
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Before learning about this movement I was planning on having a smaller than average house. I think a smaller home is all around the best fit for me and for most. It uses less energy, creates less sprawl, gets you outdoors more, makes you live more efficiently and with less clutter, and is much easier to clean (my favorite part).<br />
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I came across this video the other day and the ingenuity is remarkable. So clever and yet once you see it, so obvious. Living in a place like that would force me to keep all surface clean. Of course, I do not think everyone could or should live like this, but it is definitely a smart approach to living in a highly dense city.<br />
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What do you think?<br />
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Sincerely,<br />
EmilyEmilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13311251650602626621noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4181365786450828829.post-16271089836722955572012-02-03T09:29:00.000-08:002012-02-03T09:29:15.181-08:00School WoesDear blog,<br />
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Sometimes, I am in class which has a background that I have no knowledge of (engineering/physics) and feel like a complete moron surrounded by other students who actually know what is going on. It is discouraging and makes me want to quit. But just about everything can be learned and I am just going to have to take the extra time to catch myself up. I have to repeat to myself, "I can do it. I can do it. I can do it."<br />
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Sometimes I have to finish an assignment for school and Juni will NOT go down for a nap and, bless her heart, pulls at my hand to come and play with her. I get super stressed out and think to myself, "What was I thinking? I shouldn't be doing this! My poor daughter just watches movies all afternoon while I work on homework. I am neglecting her." Then I barely make it to class on time and by the time class is over I realize, "No, I need to be in school. It is important to learn what I am learning and one day it will bless me, my family, and hopefully I can make some impact on the world. Besides, mornings and weekends with Juni are definitely quality moments." (And I'll be OK with myself if I don't leave an impact on the world. Outside of family and friends, most people don't and I'm not any different).<br />
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My point is, I should have finished school a long time ago. Hindsight is truly 20/20 folks! I <i>need</i> to finish school, I just should have been smarter about it. I thought it would get easier to focus as I got older (which is half true. Being older and more mature and busy has made me realize that writing a paper isn't so hard, just time consuming) but life just becomes more complicated and difficult, making school harder in turn. It is kind of like how Heath and I thought we were so poor before Juni came into our lives, but we never that we would have to make ends meet on one part time salary. Thank goodness for grants. Oy! How naive I was. And how naive I must be now compared to when I am 30, 50, 70. And yet despite my <span class="st"><em>naïveté</em></span>, I must seize the day as patterns show life will only get more complicated.<br />
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This post sounds really negative but it is actually supposed to be motivating (I'm a terrible motivator) so perhaps this will do the job well instead:<br />
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It worked! I feel motivated! But I must add that in the second video when they scanned through the boys, I just pictured Christian Bale as Batman singing in his scratchy Batman voice. Oh, I had a good laugh. <br />
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Sincerely,<br />
EmilyEmilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13311251650602626621noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4181365786450828829.post-42292486378040429572012-01-27T11:20:00.000-08:002012-01-27T11:20:27.231-08:00I Sew?Dear blog,<br />
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About a year ago, I was asked by a friend to recover her glider for her son's nursery. I had never done a sewing project like that before but I knew I could do it and she knew it too and was very encouraging. Besides, it wasn't too difficult of a job. So I went at it.<br />
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Now, I must admit that I feel silly posting these pictures because I just do, and because well, her nursery was featured on <a href="http://www.designsponge.com/" target="_blank">Design Sponge</a> and she is none other than <a href="http://www.elizamagazine.com/" target="_blank">Summer Bellessa</a>, the lovely brunette of <a href="http://thegirlswithglassesshow.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">The Girls With Glasses</a>. But I am so proud of my work, however small, that I cannot help but share this special project.<br />
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1st and 3nd pictures are taken from Design Sponge and you can see the entire nursery <a href="http://www.designsponge.com/2012/01/before-after-modern-graphic-nursery.html" target="_blank">here</a><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Summer did an awesome job! So fresh, clean, fun, and definitely has the Summer air about it. And that crib I am dying over. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Thank you Summer for having the confidence in a first time "Upholsterer." It was fun to do!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><h1 class="header" itemprop="name" style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: small;">À demain,</span></h1><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Emily</div>Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13311251650602626621noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4181365786450828829.post-65004397396261941692012-01-20T13:59:00.000-08:002012-01-20T14:06:03.485-08:00Some Quick UpdatesDear Blog,<br />
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<ul><li>The past week or so have been quite crazy. Fun, but crazy. Lots of family was in town. My 2 sisters and their families, my grandma, an aunt and her family, and an uncle and his family. Some I hadn't seen in a while, others I hadn't seen in a very long time, and others I hadn't met at all. My grandma finally got to meet Juni, and 3 other great grand children. It was lots of fun. I'll have to post pictures at a later time but for now here is a 4 generational photo.</li>
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Juni, me, great-grandma, tutu (grandma)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7MERUGMbGivPs0kgCZtrl_bqmfPBuYwsjyeAVpoYCnks80RzK7mE2QllrYh_vMa-k0xqO3PpJtngbhTSZgDGNKHJeU4uSsCgiHd-jabIAryFuEkTyRbGBMsShAlIlXNfVJnnPGliGBxpo/s1600/DSCF2150.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="514" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7MERUGMbGivPs0kgCZtrl_bqmfPBuYwsjyeAVpoYCnks80RzK7mE2QllrYh_vMa-k0xqO3PpJtngbhTSZgDGNKHJeU4uSsCgiHd-jabIAryFuEkTyRbGBMsShAlIlXNfVJnnPGliGBxpo/s640/DSCF2150.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br />
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<ul><li>Oh, and do you see that? I chopped off all of my hair! I look much older, especially in this photo. So I'm not sure if it was a good move. But just in case you're wondering I always look much better in real life than I do in pictures. In other words, take this picture and upgrade it a few times and you get me in real life.</li>
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<ul><li>It was my Birthday on Monday. So now I'm 25! </li>
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<ul><li>School is going well but it's only just started. I can tell one class is going to be particularly challenging. I have no background for the subject so we'll see what happens. In fact, I should be studying for it but did you hear? Somebody, somewhere hacked into the ASUrite system and it's been shut down the past 2 days. Meaning I can't do a darned thing since 2 classes are online and the other two heavily use blackboard on the ASU site.</li>
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<ul><li>Juni is getting older. She is now in a toddler bed. Let's just say bars or no bars, she sucks at sleeping! I might lose it. At this very moment she is in her room and is supposed to be napping. But instead she just opens her door, waits for me to come walking down the hall, and then runs and jumps into bed and when I leave she waits a minute and opens the door and we do the whole thing over again. What's difficult is that she isn't grumpy or crying, but she's tired and refuses to go to sleep. The 3rd night into using a toddler bed she stayed up until nearly 1 a.m. She was wide awake. Luckily I was more patient than normal and wasn't totally losing my head. I thought I would scare her into staying in her bed. So I raised my voice and pointed my finger but it didn't phase her. If you know Juni you know that this isn't like her. One word from me in a disappointing tone makes her break down and sob. I don't know what to do.</li>
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<ul><li>I could clean. I don't. I could read. I don't. I could forget about Juni's nap and just take a walk to the park. I don't. Instead, I just dream on Pinterest.</li>
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<ul><li>I love you!</li>
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Sincerely,<br />
EmilyEmilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13311251650602626621noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4181365786450828829.post-50711509837169446532011-12-30T14:46:00.000-08:002011-12-30T14:46:51.515-08:00The Night That Remy Died<i style="color: red;">Warning: This is our account on the murder of our house rat. No dead mice are shown (save his tail). </i><br />
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Dear Blog,<br />
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If you are my friend on Facebook you may have already seen this photo:<br />
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You see, a little over a month ago Heath and I heard some crunching noises one night coming from the kitchen. The next morning we saw a rodent turd on the floor. Yes. We had a rat in the house. This was unusual for Heath. He dealt with many rats on his mission but never here in Arizona. I however was familiar with this. When I was younger and lived on Robin Lane we had plenty of mice.<br />
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So we went about setting up traps. I never want to see a dead rat on the floor when I wake up so I did not want to go the traditional rat trap route. I found instead these covered spin traps. You don't have to see the dead creature and the trap indicates whether there is anything inside and then you just throw the whole thing away. We baited it with some peanut butter but for a whole week nothing became of it.<br />
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One morning Heath just got out of the shower and still wrapped in his towel went to the pantry to get some cereal. (You know your husbands do it to). To the right of the pantry door hangs the aprons and in the corner of his eye he saw the aprons moving. He looked over and caught a quick glance of the rat trying it's hardest to stay on. Heath grabbed something nearby and in the process lost his towel. He started beating the aprons. Naked. He looked absolutely crazy! The mouse dropped to the floor and scrambled his way underneath the couch. Heath still looking crazy barged into our room to announce to me the updated whereabouts of the rat. Later that day we discovered it was still under the couch. We tried with all our might to catch it but it found its way back home again. (That is what the above picture is portraying). <br />
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Onto the next strategy. I do not like sticky traps. At all. Yes, I am a bit of an animal rights activist (exaggeration?) and I can't just toss the live rodent to suffer in the dumpster until it died or got crushed. But we set out sticky traps nonetheless. Still, nothing!<br />
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We started getting creative. One night I was up late and heard the rat in our bathroom. "Perfect!" I thought, "I can trap him in there. So I lined up some sticky traps along the doorway thinking he would be stuck in the bathroom or he will get stuck to the paper. The next morning we found....nothing! I should have known they can jump. Heath made a 2 x 2 sticky pad with some yummy food in the middle. This thing separated one row of the paper and walked up the center to the pile of food and left not a sign of his presence. Not even a hair!<br />
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This little (big) mouse set up his home underneath our kitchen cabinet. We tried trapping him there. He clearly had food storage. We could hear him munching every night. Well, we weren't giving up! But especially Heath. He started losing it a little bit.<br />
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The floor had just been freshly swept and mopped one evening. Heath was changing out the laundry. He dropped off the dry laundry in our bedroom, then put the wet into the dryer and started a new load. He turned around and there he saw it.<br />
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The rat? No, no, no. He didn't see the rat. What he saw was worse (in his eyes). What he saw was...<br />
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a turd! On the freshly mopped floor!!! Heath couldn't handle such an atrocity. He exclaimed that he just walked past that spot and nothing was there and a few minutes later there it was. And no sign of the rat. Oh, we could just imagine it. The rat was hiding in an unusual spot. He needed to get back to his home under the kitchen cabinet. He saw that I was in the other room with the child. And the man was busy with that loud machine. Here was his chance. But as he scurried past he paused and a malicious smirk grew on his face. "I'm just gonna take a dump right here. That'll get 'em!"<br />
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Yes, that is surely what happened.<br />
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Not to many nights ago Heath woke up in the middle of the night. He heard the rat. This time he was close and sounded like he was in our closet. He must have been climbing on something because Heath heard him fall and thud onto the carpet. Gives me the shudders.<br />
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Poison was out of the question, what with a toddler running around. Plus, I was wary of the rat going back to his hideout, dying and then stinking up the joint. What could we do?<br />
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One night we set out a few crumbs of bread right outside his home. Heath sat on the counter top with a big heavy textbook-like book, waiting for the rat to come eat the little morsels and so Heath could drop the book on him. Well, he waited and waited and waited. About 15 minutes of waiting. And no rat came. Finally, he gave up and we sat on the couch and chatted for a little bit (about 20 feet away from the kitchen). About 5 minutes later I got up and walked past the kitchen. The crumbs were gone! Oh he was a clever rat. But not clever enough!!!<br />
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Heath found a mouse trap on amazon.com. The reviews were very good. We ordered it and set it out right before we went to bed. No more than 10 minutes later we heard a SNAP! and some scratching then silence. Heath did one of those cool inward fist pumps with a whispered "YES!" and went out to see the lowly dead creature. He peaked around the corner into the kitchen and startled the still-breathing rat!!! It started panicking and actually, perhaps more accurately, started tap dancing with the trap as his tap shoe ("trap" dancing?). It was brutal. About half way into his routine he bled through his mouth and made the kitchen into a true murder scene. Heath felt bad and I just wished he would die. Why did it take so long? <br />
He tapped on and off for at least 15 minutes.<br />
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Finally dead, I could witness this thing that haunted our home for a month. He was big. Probably between 10-12 inches from nose to tail. He looked like Remy from Ratatouille. Same coloring and everything. Plus he preferred to be in the kitchen. Poor little fellow. But maybe if you could cook like Remy we would have kept you alive. Besides, we fed you for a month and how did you thank us? By pooping on our floors!<br />
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Now, if you dare look. Here are some pictures of the crime scene...<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Now don't tell me I didn't warn you!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Heath wrote a lovely short on it <a href="http://heathwilcock.blogspot.com/2011/12/last-performance-of-rat.html" target="_blank">here</a>. And don't worry. No toddlers ate rat poop during Remy's stare here at the Wilcock residence. Or so I surely hope that no toddlers ate rat poop. Oh my, I pray she didn't!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Sincerely,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Emily "The rat killer" Wilcock</div>Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13311251650602626621noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4181365786450828829.post-90658512238676263632011-12-26T16:47:00.000-08:002011-12-26T16:47:51.224-08:002nd annual Very "Kerri" ChristmasDear Blog, <br />
Before I post about our Christmas (which was awesome, by the way) here is the lovely Kerri's house all spiffed up for the holidays. <br />
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Is Juni the luckiest girl or what? Thank you Kerri for always making Christmas extra special (and for being the best gift giver ever!!!)<br />
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Merry Christmas!!!<br />
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Love,<br />
EmilyEmilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13311251650602626621noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4181365786450828829.post-57827372446050962462011-12-19T18:10:00.000-08:002011-12-19T18:10:10.543-08:00I am back from the graveDear Blog,<br />
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Are you there? Do you remember me? I am sure you are wondering if I remember you. Quite a few people have asked when I am going to update my blog. I got so tired (I still am) and things got a little overwhelming for a time so the blog had to be cut. I really thought I never would for some time but I think I change my mind. <br />
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Since my last post<br />
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We have:<br />
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Experienced Disneyland<br />
Moved to another apartment, much closer to ASU<br />
had a mouse in the house for the past month that we CANNOT seem to catch!<br />
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I have: <br />
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started up school again (<i>at ASU</i>)<br />
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become dependent on Coca-Cola (<i>thanks to Heath's strong influence</i>)<br />
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become the Relief Society and Ward Choir pianist<br />
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actually started, finished, and displayed more than one craft found on Pinterest <br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>That cake was so tasty!</i></span> <span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>and Heath, you're so photogenic.</i></span><br />
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgii4HcvaHNogmty5Xvex7KeLXQa_UlOYGRXHEB6b4NEetNECRUBqqF09-6MDjfYJxyUdKAFl0NMvRHa3sDwnJ7feMAF1f9nkAVHKl6NYugAffuSXQYtUFx8JspWhv9f_hDUomxs-AbYYOT/s1600/IMG_2981.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="255" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgii4HcvaHNogmty5Xvex7KeLXQa_UlOYGRXHEB6b4NEetNECRUBqqF09-6MDjfYJxyUdKAFl0NMvRHa3sDwnJ7feMAF1f9nkAVHKl6NYugAffuSXQYtUFx8JspWhv9f_hDUomxs-AbYYOT/s320/IMG_2981.JPG" width="320" /></a>Heath has:<br />
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turned 25 years old! <br />
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found out he is going to be published in print in <i>LUX</i><br />
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been chosen to intern for the literary magazine <i> </i><br />
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<i>Hayden's Ferry Review </i>at ASU<br />
been waiting patiently for a calling in our new ward<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: x-small;">It is amazing the change in Juni that past 6 months. She no longer looks like this: a baby.</span></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhu3hqXdl-pM-ucYsAeDeNr9V-6no9J9hRyPj0lVXDki27zoqKPcGTsPE0UnEjUZBCjiHhhssvh1zk0mf4uRUvzkRnNmCEqrxNKvHsTMC3Y42T-NzVPcq-4Le_WKH36PYgPqnENK7xxBadP/s1600/IMG_2750.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhu3hqXdl-pM-ucYsAeDeNr9V-6no9J9hRyPj0lVXDki27zoqKPcGTsPE0UnEjUZBCjiHhhssvh1zk0mf4uRUvzkRnNmCEqrxNKvHsTMC3Y42T-NzVPcq-4Le_WKH36PYgPqnENK7xxBadP/s400/IMG_2750.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><br />
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Juni has:<br />
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started daycare<br />
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stopped daycare (<i>she really wasn't ready and now she is more clingy than ever</i>)<br />
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turned 2 years old!<br />
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been weaned from the bottle <br />
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become obsessed with hats (<i>see last picture)</i><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: x-small;"> Some cute pictures of June Bug</span></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi29HaXznSBJe1OS1butPq6hCMwCmgqXFh6Sgamdv-hAvggRWyP06c0zuekGEun4_ALIa_v0Y2EtgwhSF8Wa5rGyOHRsGinC0SrolF9BgD-kfcPz2gQmq7x0cdqUJln-WzAhD_mDm761F-1/s1600/IMG_3022.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi29HaXznSBJe1OS1butPq6hCMwCmgqXFh6Sgamdv-hAvggRWyP06c0zuekGEun4_ALIa_v0Y2EtgwhSF8Wa5rGyOHRsGinC0SrolF9BgD-kfcPz2gQmq7x0cdqUJln-WzAhD_mDm761F-1/s400/IMG_3022.JPG" width="400" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhe54ASEn4iGxiOL2dPEFGCFDNbegmYUatdv6sdn-eMkuSPIszdpwh81YKsgjkdlE9UL9ynzkBs72THxwPNK82zAEERDLL8h92UOQl_fN426iV5BbHbqZOzYEqYdOPdKkhJGffhjl23mmy5/s1600/IMG_3681.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhe54ASEn4iGxiOL2dPEFGCFDNbegmYUatdv6sdn-eMkuSPIszdpwh81YKsgjkdlE9UL9ynzkBs72THxwPNK82zAEERDLL8h92UOQl_fN426iV5BbHbqZOzYEqYdOPdKkhJGffhjl23mmy5/s400/IMG_3681.JPG" width="400" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmFj1JqYF-NYya5UR0gU2L1D2eF5IqqLZ-gDt78sopcjvfQOLZ_pAhDHBVrdrjuNX86Zuvsge8wE49kNMzyWnc5W9SOgYqywFhyphenhyphen9uHUyQeXFwNpvf4c0Yr_a77Hg1973WMRmHOP4yT4ETV/s1600/DSCF1910.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmFj1JqYF-NYya5UR0gU2L1D2eF5IqqLZ-gDt78sopcjvfQOLZ_pAhDHBVrdrjuNX86Zuvsge8wE49kNMzyWnc5W9SOgYqywFhyphenhyphen9uHUyQeXFwNpvf4c0Yr_a77Hg1973WMRmHOP4yT4ETV/s400/DSCF1910.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><br />
Most of these things I am sure you already knew about but that is the past 6 months in a nut shell. <br />
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I have missed you all and here is to the next post!<br />
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Sincerely,<br />
EmilyEmilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13311251650602626621noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4181365786450828829.post-76622653220746954042011-06-17T14:21:00.001-07:002011-06-17T14:46:07.732-07:00The Legendary Heath WilcockDear Blog,<div><br /></div><div>So I posted this already on facebook at least a week ago so this is long, long overdue. But the world must know that I have a funny, strange, talented, creative, <i>and</i> kind husband who has published his first couple of short stories on an online literary journal <i><a href="http://www.downdirtyword.com/">The Legendary</a>.</i> It's like a salesman making his first sale. A runner entering his first race. A midwife delivering her first baby -- too far? Anyways, I couldn't be more proud of him and you must go read them <a href="http://www.downdirtyword.com/fictionpage.html">here</a> by clicking on his name.</div><div><br /></div><div><img src="http://www.downdirtyword.com/images/images/background_02.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 437px; height: 382px;" border="0" alt="" /></div><div><br /></div><div>AND speaking of Heath, he gets to be celebrated even more on Sunday for Father's Day and again on Monday for his 25th birthday!!! I think you should all go to <a href="http://heathwilcock.blogspot.com/">his blog</a> and wish him a Happy Birthday/Father's Day/congratulations for being published. He deserves the recognition and it'll make his day. </div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">And come on! Just look at this picture. He's quite the guy isn't he? But don't ask me where his shirt is in this picture. I wouldn't know.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBt3NBtv982nMQM31gNX9uT5E1myP6M2cIfUHLlrWYekOLZ9-U_fX7c8Hx96-o6tMHy-4SdF4z1j5e4nz7l3s1LWw9s-b32_udXjf5PltRjCVSeXsKbpBnn6SNXz3RJ6Hj7O7KLucuXM-a/s400/004.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 319px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619306241144589250" /> </div><div><br /></div><div>Here's looking at you, kid. I love you!</div><div><br /></div><div>Sincerely,</div><div>Emily</div>Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13311251650602626621noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4181365786450828829.post-15716360403124870842011-06-11T17:34:00.000-07:002011-06-11T17:39:26.986-07:00Paris Encore, S'il Vous Plait!Dear Blog,<div><br /></div><div>I have to do this! I really want to win <a href="http://ohhappyday.com/2011/06/goes-to-paris/">this</a>!</div><div><img src="http://ohhappyday.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/06/ohdgoestoparis_600.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 306px;" border="0" alt="" /></div><div><a href="http://ohhappyday.com/2011/06/goes-to-paris/">http://ohhappyday.com/2011/06/goes-to-paris/</a></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Bonne</span> chance a moi!</div><div><br /></div><div>Sincerely,</div><div>Emily</div>Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13311251650602626621noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4181365786450828829.post-50698133772305704142011-06-06T15:04:00.000-07:002011-06-06T15:08:33.914-07:003 YearsDear Blog,<div><br /></div><div>3 years ago today, Heath and I were married!</div><div><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYs1vghLz5cdIWd27yvsWr1v98cskjok5ipiXDGDDmsbsiOvzy5dezXPuI31ZjUUivum0Wms5QM-k7JsuluJLP-9MH1SwrS3o3uJ9OgE-8wJF-SKANzKCDF2kJf2gvDWTfJrQ59Rk5Ym-0/s400/Emilys+Wedding+041.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615231590886728546" /></div><div><br /></div><div>So, we're going to do something fun tonight and this will be, yet again, another quick post. </div><div><br /></div><div>But here's to 3 years with Heath. I love you!</div><div><br /></div><div>Sincerely,</div><div>Emily</div>Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13311251650602626621noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4181365786450828829.post-10176567380949206182011-06-01T09:52:00.000-07:002011-06-01T10:02:34.860-07:003-Day WeekendDear Blog,<div><br /></div><div>Yes, it has been a while again. Things are just on my mind and I have been unable to write them down, maybe due to laziness. I think I may need a life coach. But until I'm wealthy enough to afford such a luxury you may just have to deal with me. OK, wow! I have already gone off on a tangent and it's only the first paragraph.</div><div><br /></div><div>Anyway, we had a lovely weekend and an especially lovely Memorial Day with my family, mother included all the way from Hawaii. Just look at those cousins. It is so great to have them together.</div><div><br /></div><div>Thank you<a href="http://tatumandkyle.blogspot.com/"> Tatum</a> for the pictures.</div><div><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3551/5786517903_3014365bdb_z.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 640px; height: 428px;" border="0" alt="" /><br /><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5109/5786863374_58685a04c7_z.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 640px; height: 428px;" border="0" alt="" /></div><div><br /></div><div>Lots of fun and lots of laughter and lots of yummy food. Can we do this again?</div><div><br /></div><div>Sincerely,</div><div>Emily</div>Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13311251650602626621noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4181365786450828829.post-13277980405341667102011-05-20T23:20:00.001-07:002011-05-20T23:34:07.968-07:00Cry Me a RiverDear blog,<div><br /></div><div>I should be in bed right now, but instead I am subjecting myself to self-inflicted sobbing by listening . . . over and over again . . . by just about every cover there is on youtube . . . to this song.</div><div><br /></div><div><iframe width="640" height="510" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/qBWVWjdNWC0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>The ending kind of changes the mood (understandably right?) but then again, what are pictures for? So, this commercial version was the one I liked best.</div><div><br /></div><div>OK, be honest. Did you cry too?</div><div><br /></div><div>Sincerely,</div><div>Emily</div>Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13311251650602626621noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4181365786450828829.post-43073754258029124282011-05-19T14:41:00.000-07:002011-05-19T15:04:16.054-07:00Is something going around?Dear blog,<div><br /></div><div>Something very foreign has been happening over here in the Wilcock home. We've been sick. It's nothing serious, thank goodness. As mentioned before we were sick about a month ago with some 24 hour stomach flu and last week Heath and Juni started getting some congestion. </div><div><br /></div><div>On Saturday, Juniper just whimpered, slept and barely ate a thing. Every time she coughed she cried because it hurt her. She could only fall asleep on my chest so I didn't get much done either. </div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" >I took this picture with my phone while stuck on the couch with Juniper. She looked so sad and so sweet</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy4uj9ngpRae3OOvndNv12TtQAY49ExZuyZz6hk42hiIckon2czTpL7jKXcoTdBMIjYRMW0_OXCdFSmcJQypOh9qGeZ9xEjyawKEQ8M1K83HL2Ir8Dnt6OqCckmUxyetC_gzieLvPFmQ9J/s400/0514111152.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608547341507962578" /></div><div><br /></div><div>She's feeling better now but her cough still sounds awful and sounds like a purring kitten when she breathes.</div><div><br /></div><div>As for me, I woke up with a sour stomach on Tuesday morning and had multiple runs to the toilet and sink and the nausea stayed around the entire day. Thumbs down. So I was mostly stuck on the couch again. And now today I've started sneezing and I can feel the sore throat and runny nose pushing it's way out. </div><div><br /></div><div>Again, I know that this is like the low-grade illness stuff we're going through here but this just hasn't happened before and especially with 2 separate incidences so close together. OK, I'll stop my complaining. Our sufferings at the moment are so minimal I need to be grateful that it's nothing more and that we are quite healthy. Hope all of you are doing well. Much love...</div><div><br /></div><div>Sincerely,</div><div>Emily</div>Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13311251650602626621noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4181365786450828829.post-75846309809672313652011-05-09T22:04:00.000-07:002011-05-09T22:31:09.621-07:00Fathers and Daughters<div>Dear blog,</div><div><br /></div><div>Heath shared a special bonding moment with Juniper during bath time tonight. They exchanged and enjoyed each other's differences. Juni shared with daddy her toys and daddy shared with Juni his interests (I mean his humor). </div><div><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5MxbjYaNl53BIgmdaOSbXB27MOJ7yai-9BxA6GTwiBAgDnPN0l9DUj4Tp9kKyDQ8rZ0kkq33Aczx0iOvUjcfQcCV3LaFJbJp8DLvYegB8F5sw6KQy1YKzG1pywybujFJS9y_Mm8gdDH8u/s1600/DSCF1519.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5MxbjYaNl53BIgmdaOSbXB27MOJ7yai-9BxA6GTwiBAgDnPN0l9DUj4Tp9kKyDQ8rZ0kkq33Aczx0iOvUjcfQcCV3LaFJbJp8DLvYegB8F5sw6KQy1YKzG1pywybujFJS9y_Mm8gdDH8u/s400/DSCF1519.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604949168691368242" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div>How sweet!</div><div><br /></div><div>Now, listening to the song is a must.</div><br /><iframe width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/zXt56MB-3vc" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe><div><br /></div><div>Sincerely,</div><div>Emily</div>Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13311251650602626621noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4181365786450828829.post-2495634648711326302011-05-08T12:21:00.002-07:002011-05-08T14:13:27.481-07:00Children Are The Key Ingredient To A Happy Mother's DayDear Blog,<div><br /></div><div>On this very Mother's Day I got to go to church and teach my primary class. They were a bit rowdy but they are very sweet children and they make me feel like they love me and think about me (at least on Sunday mornings). One of the girls drew me a picture on the sacrament meeting program and it said "I like you." And two other girls sat on either side of me during primary, grasping each of my arms tight with their heads resting on my shoulder. They were kind enough to tell me that my arms are "nice and not hairy" and "squishy like gummy bears." Then when primary was over, one of the cuddliest boys (though I'm sure he wants others to believe he is the boy of all boys) of my class gave me a hug and wished me a happy Mother's day. Honestly, they could be the naughtiest children and they would still make me melt.</div><div><br /></div><div>The primary presidency put together a questionnaire for the children to answer about their mothers. You know where this is going, don't you? Well, here are some Q's and A's.</div><div><br /></div><div><i>All images via google images, btw.</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div>What does your mom do in the morning?</div><div><br /></div><div>Lots of <i>cleans the house </i>and<i> goes to work</i></div><div>-"Valentine's for my friends"</div><div>-um.. I don't know...we don't go somewhere</div><div>-do taxes</div><div>-go to "JIM"</div><div>-"gliter toes"</div><div><img src="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcT-OP6GTFkVVPYeQYqBSGAaFI0Dcvlirz786AlIiEfr0Qt0twqkhg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 259px; height: 194px;" border="0" alt="" /></div><div><br /></div><div>What does your mom look like in the morning?</div><div><br /></div><div>Lots of <i>tired</i> and <i>crazy hair</i></div><div><i>-</i>Mad!</div><div>-"a grumpy witch"</div><div>-angry gorilla</div><div>-"rat nasty" (what?!)</div><div>-wears white clothes (I just about died with laughter)</div><div>-tired but sunshine face and happy (I want to be this mom)</div><div><img src="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSUK6A1PsFoqLNcEgjyXWb7DwEh81liY-0uWpZTGHBluZF9r0NeYg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 259px; height: 194px;" border="0" alt="" /></div><div><br /></div><div>What is your mom's favorite thing to eat?</div><div><br /></div><div>Lots of <i>pizza</i> and <i>salad</i></div><div><i>-</i>cheeseburgers and happy meals to get toys!</div><div>-"deffinately twizzlers"</div><div>-dove</div><div>-everything!</div><div><img src="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSjJsWEGqfL5puzqWgPtPiNhPMmqXzOsu0gg7R2YhVCQEZGET__6Q" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 205px; height: 245px;" border="0" alt="" /></div><div><br /></div><div>How much does your mom weigh?</div><div><br /></div><div>-30 lbs.</div><div>-a lot</div><div>-more than me (smart alec)</div><div>-2000 lbs</div><div>-"What kind of question is this?"</div><div>-"never answering" (you can tell this is an older and wiser child)</div><div><img src="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSqZVBwrXcWJeJ5fLyQXgKfjPMl7WTDeEfegd0EMb8XL6E3HH6rjA" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 258px; height: 195px;" border="0" alt="" /></div><div><br /></div><div>What is your mom's favorite movie or TV show?</div><div><br /></div><div>-The Bachelor</div><div>-Appropriate movies</div><div>-Bad movies</div><div>-"good movies for me, bad movies for her"</div><div>-Glenn Beck</div><div>-"She likes to watch when she got married to my daddy"</div><div>-Exorcist (Yikes!)</div><div><img src="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcT9gMZP5yWORagoiRsCQU8tOWnb1AzvlQkI_-9pHIjPUqM98eiX" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 188px;" border="0" alt="" /></div><div><br /></div><div>Something your mom says to you every day?</div><div><br /></div><div>I am happy to report that the answers consisted of something related to school, <i>clean your room, </i>but mostly<i> I love you.</i> Oh! But the most unusual answer, "Want to make a snowmen out of mud?"</div><div><i><br /></i></div><div>And finally my favorite series of answers:</div><div>What is your favorite thing to do with your mom?</div><div><br /></div><div>-Read with her</div><div>-Play checkers and tickle torture</div><div>-"spend all her money for doing something fun"</div><div>-"We run out of cheese, we get some, go to costco"</div><div>-"snuggle on my bed with her"</div><div>-read</div><div>-play games</div><div>-"spend time together doing fun things, just us two"</div><div>-anything!</div><div><br /></div><div>It's just so sweet how simple and meaningful their answers were on this last question. It all boils down to quality time that something as mundane as running errands with their mommy's becomes one of their cherished memories of that mother-child relationship. </div><div><br /></div><div>To all the mother's out there, Happy Mother's Day!</div><div><br /></div><div>Sincerely,</div><div>Emily</div>Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13311251650602626621noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4181365786450828829.post-81928556902433581782011-05-06T19:02:00.000-07:002011-05-06T19:13:53.087-07:00JuniperDear Blog,<div><br /></div><div>Though there is a possibility of unconsciously forcing my own interests onto Juniper, I swear she did this on her own. I'm getting a hint of 1920's.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEZO3aYEY03ifPaJPBT33NkgMv6_ha-6oEpzFR22yUDf1B-sDh0mU_1jmDuJYe3TCnJDkJGEpJu4m21heAr77YRblCSzmlZpTH_WPyW78HsRoufCVlh9TW_tMzFBKIUcSsNbV09v1jjPLA/s400/DSCF1372.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 285px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603790548587536514" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiufWnjxlLoao05z4GoJp5h2BYQcqMiSMpV0k-vpzwfSZFkkSsIetl6tnK-EnaNP4hos-EQAWa4B8guIl4jTZXoUCqJAr-hipoo4smOzfk_SEQI0qwCCNGisijrgUMedNqm1aC4Xwdhf1M4/s400/DSCF1373.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603790554785400114" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNOteTYcWnbzRDlHJsDo1SjGKNe2cc97oOCEVZNdzpo1bvOx3cA_EO_xp_H1l4ektGLteSeoXk1wJFExxDjXJyloaXTMEbFhja4GZKDrSQ-Ja-7zxXdiLmqXVmtpbFZVI23l9-ovnt9wY8/s400/DSCF1387.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 285px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603790557749280978" /></div><div><br /></div><div>She loves to put every piece of fabric she finds on her head and apparently she is getting really good at it (in fact, at this very moment she took a washcloth from the laundry pile and is walking around the house as if she's holding it like a book on her head). I'm happy to see her already embracing her [mother's?] sense of style. </div><div><br /></div><div>Sincerely,</div><div>Emily</div>Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13311251650602626621noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4181365786450828829.post-52022323982783921152011-04-30T12:00:00.000-07:002011-05-01T17:43:16.358-07:00The Royal Wedding: The Day After<div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>I just have one quick bone to pick. I hate my camera. It has never been what I wanted it to be. I know this is a bit harsh for you, Ms. Fujifilm, but I bought you quickly and without much money. But you have finally gotten under my skin enough to make me shout, "YOU ARE ALWAYS GRAINY!!!" I look forward to the day I have the guts (aka money) to leave you for the dashing DSLR. </i></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small; "><i> But until then I give up, you win, I have no control.</i></span></div><div><br /></div><div>Dear Blog,</div><div><br /></div><div>Yesterday morning, my dear brother's wife, Sarah, extended to me an invitation to pay her a visit at her desert cottage to view the royal wedding on the BBC. I put on my hat, gloves, and jewelery as quick as I could say <i>dog's bullocks </i>and was on my way. Three of Sarah's charming friends (whom are never a bore) came along as well. It was so lovely. Sarah had made delicious cucumber sandwiches and we all had a roaring time together. </div><div><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjich9z0QZC5Uz7pKjA_rXEGgjqSw7Wu3GbUlRPHUILZPJJY_gDam1SPgrA4wk-Wke51aQyY3_nJ9HBJhfyXW8XRM_IDkKktmuLXMFSazech725SDjHyF-bbVPMtguCytjD_rrAyhLR0aut/s400/DSCF1462.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601563256174209570" /></div><div>OK, that's enough of my poor attempt to sound British, and besides it took way too long. I actually was <i>really</i> excited for this and busted out some old hats and gloves I acquired from Heath's family. It was awesome! (And much more subdued as Princess Beatrice's topper.)</div><div><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I dressed Juni up in her Sunday best as well. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_ZQgH5v1_UF_X-Exh9bhW2wIB3cQDofiCNHDorRyvygvhYlQCAmhKwzyi3EbXQ-sqmvUMVb76amtPtVuY2cKheijjX4sZLCjtPPoUSS9OE2I9n1E_X93Dp3guAY7NddI-_sNiuDE69EU0/s1600/DSCF1474.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_ZQgH5v1_UF_X-Exh9bhW2wIB3cQDofiCNHDorRyvygvhYlQCAmhKwzyi3EbXQ-sqmvUMVb76amtPtVuY2cKheijjX4sZLCjtPPoUSS9OE2I9n1E_X93Dp3guAY7NddI-_sNiuDE69EU0/s400/DSCF1474.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601563275055174594" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzcWNW7NMMH5XyOMbH-ih5FERxCRjxlnmPi5QWlylPI8S-OUD3mstKBIQbwwW8fgN6CR7MhMtwPMy0cn3KjhVPpsEz_-l9EPa1TnbLxCNfpx29MMS_kaQOKPSe1ET6Q9fyiUsCImjyFw5u/s1600/DSCF1470.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzcWNW7NMMH5XyOMbH-ih5FERxCRjxlnmPi5QWlylPI8S-OUD3mstKBIQbwwW8fgN6CR7MhMtwPMy0cn3KjhVPpsEz_-l9EPa1TnbLxCNfpx29MMS_kaQOKPSe1ET6Q9fyiUsCImjyFw5u/s400/DSCF1470.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601563268743731266" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: left;">My final thoughts were that there was definitely a fairytale quality to the whole wedding and I loved every moment and I thought Kate fit the role of princess seamlessly. I can't wait for Prince "Cheeky" Harry to get married, though I know it won't be as grande.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">God Save the Queen!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Sincerely,</div><div style="text-align: left;">Emily</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><br /></div></div>Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13311251650602626621noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4181365786450828829.post-49202456972980429842011-04-28T13:56:00.000-07:002011-04-28T14:30:42.083-07:00Gastroenteritis<div style="text-align: left;">Dear Blog,</div><div><br /></div><div>On Monday evening Juni started vomiting, a ton! It was terrible. She has never been this sick before. Strangely enough she didn't have a fever and was smiling and playing with her toys at first so it was a real mystery to me. We took her to urgent care, they gave her some medicine and she started feeling better and the next day she was fine. </div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div>Then, last nigh it was my turn. I don't mean to complain but I think I may have had it worse than poor little June bug. I was running a fever and woke up every hour or two to run to the bathroom. I am still very nauseous, tired, and I have lost 5 lbs already! eesh!</div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div>The only sickness I suffer from is migraines (which have significantly lightened up). They suck! But they are something I have had for so long that I'm used to it. But this, the stomach flu -- I never want to do this again. I am so grateful for my good health that I have always had. Even the yearly cold usually lasts less than a week. And I'm grateful that so far it looks as though Juni is very resilient to sickness. Good genes, I guess.</div><div><br /></div><div>Anyway, since every post needs a picture I will post some Kerri's, my mother-in-law, springy decorations. Don't worry, there are only a few this time.</div><div><br /></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCHK45nTNZ9u_2P3bzvbKFxIhJsrUm_QB20FXh5X5BuO0YLDeFpxsrMPSPdbqUvS_6LV7GeHyNI9zUM8iTkd4fbpt9r9i-S9WzY5P5nQstvZa5VB4Zr6xWnlEUnlJ_amJukKMySNRiwAeQ/s400/IMG_2636.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 319px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600746406546750578" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDQhyEuyJvEUZ4MCto5Iy6-ZIkIh2eNHsjgHjV7ewMwiBEln2iDWdDDosLtKuPEQQMhgj-yYlGv_5ChZfcect4X0iqNk7Tnwo2AvAy24WqOtjPYdbrU1QIewOfew-vJkSzXlpLmVbsaxwN/s400/IMG_2637.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600746390635900962" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIiNf_gq3gtaNXuKmJTXGg4dbwy8-j1zDFQzkNGrLuyo4RxZTbp84LBRkyTM3vWzZ5JBdGnTiRP02QpkMZNPU5ZohHdG2NNsSgP8z8CITyJayN_oxLL-MURZxryLBTDcdGWwBDerq8v5IK/s400/IMG_2638.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600746379596083762" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0wOHkb8wVZKdOypeMyaSGjx6luUh5-FhsYBiQMoGetXnqjpa5V2ih3mtlPl2cyIf_exN3BxZJ38EHWXfAbyKrvLboAEnutLh0hakCZcz4KXGX9YWa30-1mizX0AgGxI97JmbsrFjVX3Sa/s400/IMG_2640.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 322px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600746371196164258" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi77wVROuQaRJwK7msDwMkvjqMYwq0Z7a2x7mkHnuFp6l2dQjteH3dEv0y15Qv0kgr0hDJZ00OQwDbwjoBROhxHgpMnfmf5vmOp384WXnO7oTKMGImKFh-v71Lkcj2s9fSlI6TpdgdI6zYZ/s400/IMG_2641.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 321px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600746361695107170" /><div><br /></div><div>Until next time . . .</div><div><br /></div><div>Sincerely,</div><div>Emily</div>Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13311251650602626621noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4181365786450828829.post-61670809192523972612011-04-25T14:53:00.000-07:002011-04-25T15:32:42.374-07:00Easter Sunday: 2011<div style="text-align: left;">Dear Blog,</div><div><br /></div><div>Yesterday we had a wonderful Easter Sabbath (and I am grateful that God saw it fit for us to enjoy such fine weather on such a special day). I won't say much today so here are some pictures...</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" >Don't you just love the gloves?! I just wish she had an Easter hat to go with her ensemble.</span></i></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjntaUcuvM_1yT34jXq85x9Z5phbjnKnI-fl15w2z1ZFwQ8AJZVulpzo2le7hu3QsMnZhwKpoeU-Vv1cfZFnRoSY5K22wdD8ZROHkwthCuZEwgCVPxJUM2uBt6mGCiQat2xsE4B7S98ohWF/s400/IMG_2563.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599648908690693874" /><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" >The official photo <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Wilcock</span> Family: Easter 2011</span></i></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjM1ixxyCsHO_e7t5qLxmvf-YQUq8CoTljI7qZ31k34qxi6OmEInHlh6cLBWHiapFCfWE26LlL9KRVha6FrlUkwjZq6l0AoMjx9aEuIMLZqnHqiEuTwaXcy2EnHPX25eIJrmR-jTS9xPnLR/s400/IMG_2571.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 319px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599648914370436802" /></div><div><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" >Or maybe it should be this one. Notice how you can't tell where my neck ends and my head begins?</span></i></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0MAfKFKIPaDJzf0Y1dtSQHTWZes5eavylBfJksjPOKQ6ZICX9qfRND3ebZfwImrHePG2diBcC-bncCAtCK7P_ufDiHvxWHsuejJjKOhQ3FB19bBD8hlWK7hk4WSJml3e7WXLq3RXIMuf4/s400/Copy+of+IMG_2584.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 321px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599648903602688642" /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Juni</span> says, "Why do you mock me, mother?"</span></i></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZlYYQxfmcPXF23iVLIzaJwUdUasxkvutkJQaCQCpNT3A1D5eC_pjF4ZLUGMiIon5BlQ9yhwCreQ4arFiLHuGmjw_0hNm8j0UXQmyQd0cuzWBInFD8oSlPLAkyRpQzUcePV6dVMz294fnd/s400/IMG_2586.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 321px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599648913732266482" /><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Juni</span> with <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Mongo</span> the tortoise</span></i></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisBVSY9IkbrCm4Nwn7p9DaTy0pgRozXNXIZxU4w6eUlQtCyp7xd1Vurx2XeHe3YuBV8NGAvaD7J9MCWUMNXSL4ATz3SxrpuNiIk9FmAH-jlJXvPDiJdYRqmJZqYwDbDptM5sVZNux8A7pr/s400/IMG_2616.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 319px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599650128655254418" /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" >What a little poser she is! It's cheesy but so very cute.</span></i></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzNxlJ7Hp6jQD05BRo-ttdTHuUSCu1-6gIzUCfJZcxsv3AI9pp0GR6Bd543NbbuYsI_3-Wx9NPoJi0uR8-gWo4qnXHFz7BXDN2VX7YvqU8zJB387-ZbvUTbFGs26tWpQ57-j90ktWpbCbA/s400/IMG_2630.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599650128911229634" /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" >She had just about enough with those gloves. I think she was hungry too.</span></i> </div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfZdEokWgEEG1MrwKh2gOF_3-YjahFihT-sWGQ7X8N7ZZMzIqKVRS1aPfEGxziRnH8ugFEcyUtv1cBuIi4KF5noUqn-ZrO35L4LAeuy3jsnKUmZA8v67AS_cZH2fmNThzwWnKgjkTnzOsD/s400/IMG_2590.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599648916681845458" /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" >Cute little stinker!</span></i></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihx7iECai6yXQZmSjWgZOtVTf7xWmw7k6aTgBmCFcMUE0Ig35wwPoeDKeUAGomJF7x3GYkRpUtNJxy3zkUWui3JNrPDnTphwt827ElFZ-ghE9T6WHslOfd93VCF4itpvQ_Pcf4BfTOnzJ5/s400/IMG_2611.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599650123290160722" /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Happy Easter!!!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Love,</div><div style="text-align: left;">Emily</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div></div>Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13311251650602626621noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4181365786450828829.post-54708851257092880112011-04-22T17:06:00.001-07:002011-04-22T17:13:14.966-07:00Mrs. Wannabe Greenthumb<div style="text-align: left;">Dear Blog,</div><div><br /></div><div>Today is Earth Day! And I celebrated by planting a yellow pear tomato plant. Yay! </div><div><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAVPCOQg3kUxO7RAhb9NHiURlRTijIuIIHm-647RvHkwHXDKExKdToQw7VgjMUKqBCiewrCk58S8kj-Du-OIFcycgJENlhDksO0oUseGObM9M_vKrMSx-f1SdIY9Yx7N8CGRKefIs3yLue/s400/DSCF1447.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598564292040851490" /></div><div><br /></div><div>About 6 weeks ago I planted some cilantro, basil, rosemary, sage, and thyme seeds but so far only the cilantro and basil have sprouted. </div><div><br /></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVlUZPzXa4zQTNH2zbE15VJRtRySXRMR34pCS3Nt_raDiDDv-r2_vs-u9yicl2x5yjRwbBCZ13Gf63UhZhw5rBDjxdVCGnEWYxAf_tiGVXhBcKk8GX0BgZLfEHfKEEY3zFhO04Fm7qNdl8/s400/DSCF1445.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598564285344227490" /><div><br /></div><div>This is all very exciting around here because these pots have been sitting empty with dirt since we moved in a year and a half ago. I'm a procrastinator. Can you tell? My goal is to plant an herb garden, then a salsa garden so I can have salsa any time I want to. I just hope I don't kill my plants. Do you have a garden?</div><div><br /></div><div>Sincerely,</div><div>Emily</div>Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13311251650602626621noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4181365786450828829.post-6516415792989599812011-04-21T16:46:00.000-07:002011-04-21T16:46:07.486-07:00Making You Uncomfortable Is Precisely The Point!<div><i>I actually wrote out this post a few months ago. Sometimes I write posts that are personal and are never posted though I originally intended to. I guess it's a way to vent. But I re-read this today and it applies to me now just as much as it did then so I'm going to try another time to be "brave" and just post this dang thing! </i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>And now I walk the plank...</i></div><div><br /></div>Dear Blog,<div><br /></div><div>Today, I have decided to post something quite personal as I have been quite introspective lately. I'll try not to be too over-the-top and "dear diary"-ish, and I'll try not to make you uncomfortable (though notice the title), but consider yourself <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">forewarned</span> that I just might be. And if you don't feel like reading this I would recommend that you at least watch the video below. </div><div><br /></div><div>The truth is, I have always had, since my childhood, major self doubt. I have always been afraid. Afraid of showing people just how strange I really am. Afraid that people won't like me when they see the real me. Afraid that I will be misunderstood. Afraid to share what I'm really struggling with. So, I just stay quiet. Sure, you will see glimpses of me here and there, but all of me is usually in a hiding spot where I know no one can find me. </div><div><br /></div><div>While I was in the midst of my study abroad experience in France, I had the opportunity to go to Normandy and visit many of the historical WWII sites. I also got to go to the WWII Museum in <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Caen</span>. I will never forget all of the Awe-some, though not so awesome, pictures and such displayed there. One particular set of photos that were branded into my mind was a triptych of a young girl of 17. I remember she had blond shoulder length hair done in the style of the times. The first panel was of this beautiful young woman holding up a sign, protesting against Hitler and his occupation. The next panel was of her at the gallows, noose waiting behind her. And the final, she was hanging there, dead, because she stood up for what she believed in. What she believed to be right, good, and true. As I stood there, transfixed upon these images, my eyes started to tear as I thought about how I have never been nor felt this strong. Like I could never really stand up to adversity like this courageous young girl. I admired her and admire her still. Ever since then I am constantly trying to build my courage to stand up for what I believe in. I will tell you, though it may be no surprise, that it is extremely difficult at times. </div><div><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>If you want to know </i><b><i>one</i></b><i> reason why I find this girls courage extraordinary</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>and why I too want to be this type of person, watch this. </i><i> </i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><!--copy and paste--><object width="446" height="326"><param name="movie" value="http://video.ted.com/assets/player/swf/EmbedPlayer.swf"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><param name="bgColor" value="#ffffff"> <param name="flashvars" value="vu=http://video.ted.com/talks/dynamic/PhilZimbardo_2008-medium.flv&su=http://images.ted.com/images/ted/tedindex/embed-posters/PhilZimbardo-2008.embed_thumbnail.jpg&vw=432&vh=240&ap=0&ti=272&introDuration=15330&adDuration=4000&postAdDuration=830&adKeys=talk=philip_zimbardo_on_the_psychology_of_evil;year=2008;theme=how_we_learn;theme=how_the_mind_works;theme=to_boldly_go;theme=war_and_peace;event=TED2008;&preAdTag=tconf.ted/embed;tile=1;sz=512x288;"><embed src="http://video.ted.com/assets/player/swf/EmbedPlayer.swf" pluginspace="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" bgcolor="#ffffff" width="446" height="326" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" flashvars="vu=http://video.ted.com/talks/dynamic/PhilZimbardo_2008-medium.flv&su=http://images.ted.com/images/ted/tedindex/embed-posters/PhilZimbardo-2008.embed_thumbnail.jpg&vw=432&vh=240&ap=0&ti=272&introDuration=15330&adDuration=4000&postAdDuration=830&adKeys=talk=philip_zimbardo_on_the_psychology_of_evil;year=2008;theme=how_we_learn;theme=how_the_mind_works;theme=to_boldly_go;theme=war_and_peace;event=TED2008;"></embed></object><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>My first crux: How can I stand up for "truth" when it may only be truth to me. A lot of scholars and self-proclaimed smarty-pants (I might be one of those at times) argue that because something isn't absolute truth you can't debate it. It's a philosophical and logical argument that absolutely holds some merit. But there is more than one kind of truth. I think I, and the rest of the world, often times forget this. We all have our own truths based on what we're taught, our experiences, what we feel, and what makes sense to us. So, what I'm trying to say is you get to talk about what you believe is true and so do I. I will happily consider what you say but I may not change my mind (and I know this works the other way around with me realizing that someone else may not change their mind). The girl mentioned above stood up for what she believed to be true, being defined as "<a href="http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/truth">sincerity in action, character, and utterance</a>." So too can I be sincere in my actions, my character, and what I say. I hope that I will never have to stand up as she did and give my life but I must be willing to nonetheless. The way that I will ensure that I stand firm is to practice, or in better words to start now to be true to myself and to others. I dug and searched to find who I truly am and what I truly believe in and it is ever evolving. </div><div><br /></div><div>Second crux: How can I really know that I'm not deceiving myself? What if I am certain that something exists and it is only in my mind? That can absolutely happen. So, I guess I can say in the wake of uncertainty it is best to be silent. Then I must always be silent, we must all be silent because we must then all be uncertain. We question, we reason, we ponder what things are, how they should be done, and so forth but what we always come up with is the truth to the best of our conscious knowledge, so why it hold back? Why should I hold back what works for me and what helps me better understand the meaning of life and all the beautiful things life has? I believe most people try to make the best choices they believe to be possible based on what they know and believe. I think there is nothing wrong with that. And I too try to make the best possible decisions based on what I know. I think there is nothing wrong with sharing what I know, and also allowing others to share with me. I love to hear what others have to say. So...moving on. I build the courage and let my feelings out. I let it out only after much thought. Thoughts of how I can share my feelings while not offending and staying true to myself. Sadly, it seems as though being true and non-offensive is not possible. There will always be someone who feels attacked by what I say though there was no malice in my intent. There will always be someone who thinks I'm an idiot, that I haven't ever considered another side to a story. Someone who thinks I'm too old-fashioned, too progressive, too uptight, too laxed, too right-wing, too left-wing, too not-the-norm, too trendy. </div><div><br /></div><div>Third crux: How can I ever want to stand up for what I believe when it will be attacked? Because of multiple disheartening experiences I feel like I'm worse off than I started. I frantically look back and try in my earnest to figure where I went wrong. Sometimes I realize what I could have done differently and learn from those mistakes. There have been plenty of times where I wish I could take back what I said to a family member, a friend, a stranger. But often times I feel <i>completely</i> misunderstood and misjudged. Basically, everything that I'm afraid of when it comes to being confident in one's self has actually happened. And it's painful to me. How can I move on with my head held high (hopefully not too high) and not be affected by those who hate, or dislike, me and my beliefs? This is where I get stuck. This is where my anxiety settles in. This is where thoughts of worry, self-reproach, and bemoaning never cease. I'm sick of it. I'm sick of giving these people, thoughts, experiences power over me, leaving me second-guessing my integrity. I truly feel like I mean no harm and yet I feel like I'm one of Satan's angels when I say something that people don't agree with. I just want to cry out, "I am not what you think I am! I am a good person!"</div><div><br /></div><div>Someone who has generated plenty of "controversy" on her blog said in one of her <a href="http://blog.cjanerun.com/2010/12/i-love-you-hater.html">blog posts</a>, "The hardest lesson I've ever learned: it's OK that people don't like me." It is a lesson I am learning now. It is something that may very well be only in my head. But I am doing everything in my power to be honest, and true, and supportive of others, despite what they believe. Even if it is received harshly, by myself or the world, I know my intentions are good, regardless if my re-evaluations change my mind or not. I will no longer allow that force to bring me down and at times when I should speak up, to not let it bind my tongue.</div><div><br /></div><div>Also, <a href="http://lds.org/general-conference/2008/10/christian-courage-the-price-of-discipleship?lang=eng">this</a> was a great article to read to keep me uplifted. It talks about the price of discipleship. That in wanting the best for others and trying to serve them, there will always be opposition. There will always be those who don't agree with you, despise you, think that what you are doing is wrong. It is something that can never really be answered with one answer that fits all. Most things can't. But still, we must have "Christian Courage."</div><div><br /></div><div>I know I am closing with religious content but it is so much more than that. The above video on good and evil, the girl opposing Hitler's reign, coming to terms with my own contenders, and living and sharing the gospel can seem incomparable to each other due to the varying degrees of seriousness and importance, but the same thing applies. If I cannot get over and stand firm to those who disagree with me, how can I ever be immovable in my faith, my happiness, my truth, especially when my life and what I want my life to stand for depends upon it? </div><div><br /></div><div>Food for thought and now that I've feasted I'm ready for a nap.</div><div><br /></div><div>Sincerely,</div><div>Analytical Wilcock</div>Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13311251650602626621noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4181365786450828829.post-30394239213915520032011-04-18T09:10:00.000-07:002011-04-19T15:12:33.007-07:00<div style="text-align: left;">Dear Blog,</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>Earth Day is a few days away and it got me thinking. Remember when I started the whole "<a href="http://thejuniperberry.blogspot.com/2010/04/going-green-is-more-than-trend.html">Going Green</a>" posts? There are 6 if you're interested in Apr, May, and Jun of 2010. Then they just stopped. Not that we stopped doing the few things that we have transitioned to, but that we haven't done anything more. Things got busy, minds were frazzled, and frankly I (we) just didn't have much energy at all to think about all of the how-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">to's</span> in our quest of green conversion. We have been needing a boost.</div><div><br /></div><div><img src="http://img4.sunset.com/i/2011/01/johnson-family-0111-l.jpg?400:400" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div>Well, thank heavens I got my boost! I came across <a href="http://www.sunset.com/home/natural-home/zero-waste-home-0111-00418000069984/">this story</a> and how motivating it is for me. I feel good knowing that we already do a lot of the same things (e.g. using mesh bags for produce, shopping for clothes at thrift stores, and using <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">canisters</span> to some of our food), so it feels like I am already a few steps into the game. They have reminded me that this lifestyle is actually easier and less stressful than the trash inducing one that society currently accepts. (Also, the mom is French which explains a lot right there. I think Europeans grow up living more resourcefully anyway and I like to look to them as an example.) </div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>The amount of trash this family has used in 4 months!!!</i></span></div><div><img src="http://www.mnn.com/sites/default/files/user-36/ZeroWasteHome.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 309px;" border="0" alt="" /></div><div>Anyway, it's time to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">declutter</span>. But first go read <a href="http://www.sunset.com/home/natural-home/zero-waste-home-0111-00418000069984/">the story</a> and here is the <a href="http://www.zerowastehome.blogspot.com/">family's blog</a>.</div><div><br /></div><div>Sincerely,</div><div>Emily <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Wilcock</span></div>Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13311251650602626621noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4181365786450828829.post-9018351061901806182011-04-17T19:03:00.001-07:002011-04-18T09:36:58.984-07:00<div style="text-align: left;">Dear blog,</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">The following pictures were taken on the loveliest day, on the loveliest grass, of the loveliest little girl.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjwBr0Ff1nft4_RvPxPLRm9KCc6O047zGiXzsyrq8S414pSOE11hDc8RkR7ebFVwXQJxEZccTXuVtQXBR8uCo2JT1DaD4M42OPpiCmLgDcno74ofrNwTxl-2iCyIXK9NCPYT15nzYdObrv/s400/IMG_2429.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596738818865912994" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6-Cj0vdEDHXQhfHs1Cg33TlFuafNeUQEsHTnNqvnldQC5LXwA9inYTTlUUr-O6llB4_1-ZOAheV2qqUnhpjPFZm7VTfxF4uvttL25k6mnYvOyp4b3ci_FMubKwrvR7c69UHIJgLy7NBPY/s400/IMG_2415.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596738814926034722" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicCQW0AOot7zalrbc-Cfkv6BSSI7A3tO4qcKhleLxlTC1vXX7V5A9exSFfzN4kzW2-5u_lMOQ_5Trp886P0Ia74TeVajy-pArbU8KvVWwS6gRYga5amqVNqFXTIGm5tpigoXco7eXQ2DfM/s400/IMG_2400.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 321px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596738810810214834" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOekhimzPPmu-d7s5zmcoNhkp7tqca8i3wwmWClRwJ88aDsetUj2g6TND62oFovI4J0OwYGw7L7WeHS6K02JxYrI9H8enNHQhyD9B596aNDrTUvyJAdXzhpyE0aIdzG27JQ4wXvj9_eRc4/s400/IMG_2399.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596738803775993730" /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">That day is invited to come back at any time. It is most welcome.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Thankfully,</div><div style="text-align: left;">Emily</div>Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13311251650602626621noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4181365786450828829.post-17321452501144720452011-04-14T11:52:00.000-07:002011-04-14T12:50:36.670-07:00Solitary And Secretive<div style="text-align: left;">Dear Blog,</div><div><br /></div><div>In case you didn't know, I am a big fan of the TV series <i>Wild America</i> with Marty Stouffer. There is something about it that makes me wish that time was actually 25 years ago. But that's besides the point. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>Yesterday I was watching a few episodes (we have all 12 seasons on DVD and I'm proud!) and Marty taught me something new. Something that I'm sure a select few of you might already know but what most of you believe to be false. A hoax. A tall tale. What is it?</div><div><br /></div><div>...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>Are you ready?</div><div><br /></div><div>...</div><div><br /></div><div>OK, here it goes...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>...</div><div><br /></div><div>Remember going to girls' camp and every first year Beehive was led to believe everybody, every year loved to go snipe hunting so they would enthusiastically start beating sticks together searching for some rare animal they had never seen before only to find out that it was all a joke with everyone laughing at them? Remember that? Well, guess what!!! SNIPES ARE REAL!!!</div><div><br /></div><div>I wish I could get you that footage from <i>Wild America </i>(it's from Season 8, Episode 7 "Olympic Odyssey" in case you wanted to check it out for yourself.) so <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mPOOMOWhtJo&feature=related">this</a> and <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Snipe">this</a> and the picture below will have to do.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>The Snipe!</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i> "Solitary and secretive, the snipe is rarely seen." ~ Marty Stouffer</i></span></div><div><img src="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSqR1KzZ2ZCgOMVJOVbmFF6D7t0QfL1KbKceCIFkPoWm3OmgDI7jg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 260px; height: 194px;" border="0" alt="" /></div><div><br /></div><div>Did you know that? Now, I'm not crazy (though I know that point could be argued) so you are just going to have to accept that the joke has always been on us, the people who thought snipes were some mythical prank and Mr. Fredrickson. Are you guys as floored right now as I was when I learned of this truth? Maybe it's just me but I find it amazing that the popular belief, that I am familiar with, is that these creatures don't really exist when they actually do. Amazing. How can that be? Any philosophers out there want to share their opinions on why this might be. How can we be so blind? I'm only partly kidding here. Hahaha! </div><div><br /></div><div>So there is your daily trivia for the day. And if I'm the only one who didn't realize this, well then, I feel stupid.</div><div><br /></div><div>Sincerely,</div><div>Emily Wilcock</div>Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13311251650602626621noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4181365786450828829.post-59842673235325981342011-04-10T21:31:00.000-07:002011-04-10T22:33:28.272-07:00Yes, And...<div>Dear Blog,<div><br /></div><div>I did it. I really did it.</div><div><br /></div><div>I participated in an improv show at the <a href="http://nctphoenix.com/index.html">National Comedy Theatre</a> (NCT). And it was AWESOME!</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>The one and only Dorian Lenz: improv extraordinaire</i></span></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVqPQKCJT855oXO-svgqQjh_JWhkjsRXNA1g5BX3lhbEkPsn3s6YfmoLxwemPu96kml-a1ndjJvw-oMsJSWu1YLJNNG9eIdtP8B-7d-0T5MbJqpqj6JUl_pOtlbbSg2Sejj0NT5HnOPpNE/s400/209666_10150209079406085_727446084_8428599_6735066_o.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594188318792754290" /></div><div><br /></div><div>Why, you may ask, would I do something as "suicidal" as this? Well, there are a couple of answers to that question. 1) Heath is already a part of the NCT team, in case you didn't know, so he was my inspiration. 2) They offer workshops for anyone who wants to give it a go. 3) Improv looks like a blast! And the most important reason, 4) I get embarrassed of just about anything I say to another person and this was a way to get over my fears of saying something stupid. So, there you have it!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>A photo montage of my wonderful, funny, talented teammates in action.</i></span></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRtj49wa5JC03w8oz31Qma0BuIpZJvgVodXL2aQQay9Spt0QdekzWAMCq__6k3yG13IVLasNIGjexe5hqpQqUDDNF8X99BOj6ZD6gPeXeRKgcILCSbqKd9aFiBc0q9QMoP-ePI5GWHJ1Er/s400/209219_10150209004421085_727446084_8428038_7081800_o.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 239px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594188243316510562" /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibZRAKh0CfU8korLj8IqApN5wsHH6OxJ6vYn4N21J_0zhMMmFaZOjCmsgzX9o5cyyq0DJYo2bKYL8NPpjC17JalgkczrilmknmJDtoqFibelCWtfZAelxyD-eDjwgXT0jEgYioLXtkK31l/s1600/209515_10150209080286085_727446084_8428604_1919644_o.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibZRAKh0CfU8korLj8IqApN5wsHH6OxJ6vYn4N21J_0zhMMmFaZOjCmsgzX9o5cyyq0DJYo2bKYL8NPpjC17JalgkczrilmknmJDtoqFibelCWtfZAelxyD-eDjwgXT0jEgYioLXtkK31l/s400/209515_10150209080286085_727446084_8428604_1919644_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594188244095077202" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEio3d2CfkxE5Ky8hHXHjv88BV6XeADh_Eid5eMvIgPka5z0pM2OXFRdzT4oXD32xHpXS7Y7z0BGdiba881K76VNjIxVQvOIErjEwqgseO1Hi5gFprLZCxLo0u68wHd-0n55fw0RGpNAiY6m/s1600/204567_10150209079511085_727446084_8428600_2233665_o.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEio3d2CfkxE5Ky8hHXHjv88BV6XeADh_Eid5eMvIgPka5z0pM2OXFRdzT4oXD32xHpXS7Y7z0BGdiba881K76VNjIxVQvOIErjEwqgseO1Hi5gFprLZCxLo0u68wHd-0n55fw0RGpNAiY6m/s400/204567_10150209079511085_727446084_8428600_2233665_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594188236444022482" /></a><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqpiPhpwFODpBFPoFitrcQTypraH4fXGpJL7nRaztokkn6zjr2DFY_JfhxvBc4rcFrBPn5BxYcnzdj7soWyfuYRIc7eUXDjKpR6po0XOXRiqSsRwcCzmKVeZGhPKLwxgtCuUHkfileO7Ha/s400/193611_10150209005176085_727446084_8428042_4063502_o.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594188021277054322" /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZue2s-BuSWHJ2IaBWtscVa12aRyeb7-6stgoE4JuWbfT4UucMDBoY5a2RYlLpxZfx_K78nHLrNBBCJB4VxalZvgA4d4KozAJ_uYNzNIHidvxF8Xqx6fHhDg6MmVZvNPG-Z5mR1Ns3Kdxv/s1600/193744_10150209080856085_727446084_8428608_899846_o.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 345px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZue2s-BuSWHJ2IaBWtscVa12aRyeb7-6stgoE4JuWbfT4UucMDBoY5a2RYlLpxZfx_K78nHLrNBBCJB4VxalZvgA4d4KozAJ_uYNzNIHidvxF8Xqx6fHhDg6MmVZvNPG-Z5mR1Ns3Kdxv/s400/193744_10150209080856085_727446084_8428608_899846_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594188024988333314" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0WMTCQSgfnGIisKmjCKsf2pBxbWY8iLAMNim55II0ENkdbJfuANYjrvynCjzbdzKH5SQpD8Ti3yBtp5XwSQU7r4S-mHtQtHUwtMyRwIlT8KiD2dnP6-VwNAj8M-SdiBbTyO50XU8K-l72/s1600/193499_10150209004566085_727446084_8428040_7680642_o.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 239px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0WMTCQSgfnGIisKmjCKsf2pBxbWY8iLAMNim55II0ENkdbJfuANYjrvynCjzbdzKH5SQpD8Ti3yBtp5XwSQU7r4S-mHtQtHUwtMyRwIlT8KiD2dnP6-VwNAj8M-SdiBbTyO50XU8K-l72/s400/193499_10150209004566085_727446084_8428040_7680642_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594188022242727186" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUHN7BoJ621YZ3n67aA2uu9XKOWfYQmbgLJD_DGPPgRYSXsDvu0iUc5NcG6fYetDewPdoGNJ4L9hLK7_uoJvRaZ5Svq3byVH_CnpDxtUPVmtWWhFVYA-CfSJd-RAAj6h6FRox98WN_USty/s1600/193218_10150209080721085_727446084_8428605_6595371_o.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 345px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUHN7BoJ621YZ3n67aA2uu9XKOWfYQmbgLJD_DGPPgRYSXsDvu0iUc5NcG6fYetDewPdoGNJ4L9hLK7_uoJvRaZ5Svq3byVH_CnpDxtUPVmtWWhFVYA-CfSJd-RAAj6h6FRox98WN_USty/s400/193218_10150209080721085_727446084_8428605_6595371_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594188017825941714" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDiT4HlvuPy1MJ9Vk9TYRaLQE6mMaFmnmi8Dkst31ajPZZB_37IzzwxS45NA2dg4JDk7_iiRDnYB6G4HdUmpJxI9i7jtnzvUe3EEHXArcQ5U5Gc4U1yexf5XxVxGzAZ0Af6Dv1ovN1Pwd6/s1600/193181_10150209080006085_727446084_8428603_6785541_o.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDiT4HlvuPy1MJ9Vk9TYRaLQE6mMaFmnmi8Dkst31ajPZZB_37IzzwxS45NA2dg4JDk7_iiRDnYB6G4HdUmpJxI9i7jtnzvUe3EEHXArcQ5U5Gc4U1yexf5XxVxGzAZ0Af6Dv1ovN1Pwd6/s400/193181_10150209080006085_727446084_8428603_6785541_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594188013454396114" /></a><br /><div><div><div>Sure, I still get my nervous laughs. Sure, I still get a little embarrassed. This fear still needs to be conquered, but I no longer get that heart pumping (negative), breath taking (also negative), chest pain inducing anxiety that I used to. What a relief!!! I would recommend this to ANYONE -shy or outgoing. You meet great people, feel more confident in your blunders, and have lots and lots of fun. Oh! And the best part is...you don't even have to be funny, which was great for me. Go figure!</div></div><div><br /></div><div>Seriously though, you should check it out. In fact, their next Level 1 workshop starts on Tuesday, May 3. <a href="http://nctphoenix.com/classes.html">Check it out!</a> You'll be glad you did.</div><div><br /></div><div>Shamelessy Yours,</div><div>Emily Wilcock</div></div>Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13311251650602626621noreply@blogger.com9