tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-367018422024-03-12T18:22:39.626-06:00I Live One MomentThis blog is how I live one moment at a time in my crazy, anxiety high, depression, crazy, creative world.Kristihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04816402848484227908noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36701842.post-2089879315574924822021-04-26T21:23:00.003-06:002021-04-26T21:23:28.676-06:00Woman + or -<p> On my walk tonight with my dog, I figured out that I have not been honest with myself. I am trying my hardest to be a better woman, but it is hard when I am not being honest with myself. Now I am a woman, I know big shock, and for the longest time I found that to be a negative. Now before you jump down my throat let me explain. Growing up I was the only daughter and had 2 older brothers, my parents never and I mean NEVER told me that I could not do anything because I was a girl. In fact when I would try to use that as an excuse I would have to do twice as much. That is why I viewed being a woman as a negative because to me if you thought of yourself as a woman you thought of yourself as a high maintenance, tea drinking, have to wear makeup and hair done, never get dirty, type of person. </p><p>When I got into High School this became more noticeable to me by all the drama around all the girls. Yes I had some very close friends that were girls, but they also broke my heart the most with how they would treat me because this boy said this to me or I liked this boy and so did they. I found myself hanging out with more boys where they didn't care about who I talked to or if I had the correct clothes on that day. They mostly were impressed that I could drive a stick and I did not care if I got muddy.</p><p>Now in College, my roommate, I have never met until that first day. She is an amazing woman and she started to show me that being a woman was not a negative at all. She loved to have her nails done. Her hair was always done exactly on style and her clothes were always ones you saw on tv. But this girl would get down and do all the "tom boy" stuff right along with me. She taught me that you can be both and be happy with who you are.</p><p>Next month I will turn 42 and I THINK I have figured out the positive and the negative to my body and me being a woman. Who would have guessed that it would have taken me 42 years. And I bet I will still learn so much more. </p><p>So here is to being a woman and excepting all that it entails and to teach my girls how important it is to embrace the positives and the negatives and make them their own and to never let anyone tell them they can't because they are a woman.</p>Kristihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04816402848484227908noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36701842.post-52817385630593936262021-02-12T09:47:00.001-07:002021-02-12T09:47:45.852-07:00Anxiety<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Here is what anxiety looks like. My family went out to dinner and I wanted to take some photos to remember that night. Well my husband and oldest were sitting across from my youngest and myself. When I took a picture my husband tapped my phone making this picture blurry. I got so mad at him. Did we still get a good picture, yes! But I was so so mad at him. This is what anxiety does to you. I can now realize it and I took a breathe got a good picture and moved on!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisvIZLnE35Ryw0Q6mQbe7622csJg-6JUu4gVTjFO0g_EzV9-kGrrSFMuCxmBGg2lQtTSOZUnyd7qT3BJ_f691FBKb2kcMbAex4oPi8pEE5091NIvBkxPFYxJWZYFo5S7IS8RcSAg/s2048/88831349-BCC2-41AB-997F-8A564CF8BDBC.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisvIZLnE35Ryw0Q6mQbe7622csJg-6JUu4gVTjFO0g_EzV9-kGrrSFMuCxmBGg2lQtTSOZUnyd7qT3BJ_f691FBKb2kcMbAex4oPi8pEE5091NIvBkxPFYxJWZYFo5S7IS8RcSAg/s320/88831349-BCC2-41AB-997F-8A564CF8BDBC.jpeg" /></a></div><br /> <p></p>Kristihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04816402848484227908noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36701842.post-83952001392334938152021-02-10T17:03:00.001-07:002021-02-10T17:03:07.469-07:00Mistakes<p> As many of you know I teach music in an elementary school. I LOVE me job and am so excited to share my love of music to these kids. Well earlier this week I had a 4th grade class that is a harder class because of behavior issues. The last time I had that class the lesson I had for them was a BIG failure, the kids did not like it, I was scrambling, it was just not good. So this week when I saw them the first thing I did was apologize to them for how bad my lesson was the last time I had seen them and how I appreciate their patience with me and for being good while the lesson was not good. Now the reaction I got from these students had me speechless. They looked at me and said, you are a teacher and you made a mistake. I said yes and I am an adult and I make mistakes. I make a lot of mistakes, but because of how amazing you guys were during that awful lesson I was able to redo it and then all the other lessons that week were great! We then talked about how it is ok to make mistakes and it is ok to admit you make mistakes. Learn from them and move on. <br /></p><p>Now when I went to this class the teacher warned me they had been very bad that day and that week. They were wonderful students that listened and participated and do everything I asked. At the end of class I asked the students why there were so good for me but so awful for other teachers, the students then told me it was because I was nice and I talked and cared about them. I was almost moved to tears by both of these experiences in this class. To have the opportunity to teach these kids not only music but that you can make mistakes and that as a teacher I might be a hard teacher by making them obey the rules, but I do care about them.</p><p>Allows remember that kids can be taught at all times and it is always a great time to teach. Show them we do make mistakes, show them how to learn from them, and most importantly show them that we care for them.<br /></p><p>Hopefully next time I see them they will remember that and be good for me again.</p>Kristihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04816402848484227908noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36701842.post-50683832574889968782021-01-30T19:55:00.000-07:002021-01-30T19:55:00.489-07:00Saying Yes<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">These are the things I said yes to!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjziRkI1xtN6XN8w1dfX2NkJ_mS2v5MElBzoqSCcquTEhp0-hJQmC2NI8yvlEkqmLEWJ2KbP1cfWTgaEjQQrQoxQeh_2cFnovLETMHOTSQFIXb1TqLo-PnReVw_ZjSxptMLbGbgVw/s2048/20DDA35A-A5DE-4E80-AB0C-8FDEC08EC301.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="2048" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjziRkI1xtN6XN8w1dfX2NkJ_mS2v5MElBzoqSCcquTEhp0-hJQmC2NI8yvlEkqmLEWJ2KbP1cfWTgaEjQQrQoxQeh_2cFnovLETMHOTSQFIXb1TqLo-PnReVw_ZjSxptMLbGbgVw/w200-h200/20DDA35A-A5DE-4E80-AB0C-8FDEC08EC301.jpeg" width="200" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcfpH5dXVRuz3KHo0A1DnXZHV3rpHwkUL8bHR_BGXNY0pOMjLTBAoj1Enj6BWRRfJ5Bs-PecypH__WvnpRHn5h9DlY7IEFZDqf6cX9lZH87pdp0P2NFYVOhrHbqRvTLv-NRdJylg/w150-h200/D640EFEC-9A3E-4F46-90F9-282548CBFEA0.jpeg" width="150" /></a></div><br /> This week I have tried something new, I have tried saying yes to my kids and husband and see what the difference is and it has made a huge difference in our family. Less fighting, less screens, more happiness and more family time. It is amazing what a difference it makes so I started yesterday with saying yes to myself. I have always felt fat, and I have always tried to hide my curves, but with the help of my husband, daughters, and friends I have decided as long as I am healthy I am good. Well right now I am not healthy, so I am working on that. Doing yoga, trying to walk Moose more, eating less junk, eating less at meals and the hardest for me drinking WATER!! I hate the taste of water and yes it has a taste to me, but this week I have made myself drink at least 3 cups of water. Hopefully I will continue to see a difference. I will keep you all posted. I have also started using the Modere Trim system to see if that can help jump start my healthy venture.<p></p>Kristihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04816402848484227908noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36701842.post-57245749547352524122021-01-25T20:13:00.001-07:002021-01-25T20:13:13.945-07:00Again<p> After having a big brownie and realizing that I am totally emotionally eating I decided it was time to start my yoga again. This summer I was doing it 5-6 times a week and although I really didn’t see a difference I totally felt different. I need that back for my physical body and my emotional meaning. Hoping to keep on track again and man my legs sure were tight!</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1lv56n3lMVRoi-RR0FmU6yNSAeve6zf32jPBsZ1oam5GUcRmIrMwelYAWVZ0pz-74q0RRJrg0OhMBgfhaHo6-MoFmsyqf5Pwm8NsNf5l4JaYpmD77xWgOqZIAMjr2AYfKQo9UQA/s2048/FEA83CF8-78CB-4412-B897-328248B23234.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1lv56n3lMVRoi-RR0FmU6yNSAeve6zf32jPBsZ1oam5GUcRmIrMwelYAWVZ0pz-74q0RRJrg0OhMBgfhaHo6-MoFmsyqf5Pwm8NsNf5l4JaYpmD77xWgOqZIAMjr2AYfKQo9UQA/s320/FEA83CF8-78CB-4412-B897-328248B23234.jpeg" /></a></div><br /><p></p>Kristihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04816402848484227908noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36701842.post-32984748104725912382021-01-19T19:41:00.001-07:002021-01-19T19:41:12.533-07:00Fail<p> Today was the first day of a new subject to teach at school. I thought I had this amazing lesson planned to get the classes all excited about math in music, but I got asked to sub a class and then I only had 1 music class and that class was an epic fail. It was so bad I gave the students candy to say sorry about how bad it was. I have learned alot of failing with teaching, and that is no matter how much you plan and think things will go it can change in an instant. So I worked out a few kinks and redid some of my lesson for my 4 classes tomorrow. Lets hope that they go alot better and they enjoy learning from me. Picture is just because pictures are great and this is an example of another fail.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjai9odPkPwwsPoZGH4yq3kU6ueaN1MGK1YmVQ4YgNQOwsSh5qWr1YQ2AUbjZGG-z_1irtcK0ZiYkFUdXkw1t8Sx9fMAsadWhM9w75ZKsxe6VJFozhNDBD3aJOroJ6Bn0I3QQFlYg/s1280/IMG_8566.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1280" data-original-width="960" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjai9odPkPwwsPoZGH4yq3kU6ueaN1MGK1YmVQ4YgNQOwsSh5qWr1YQ2AUbjZGG-z_1irtcK0ZiYkFUdXkw1t8Sx9fMAsadWhM9w75ZKsxe6VJFozhNDBD3aJOroJ6Bn0I3QQFlYg/s320/IMG_8566.JPG" /></a></div><br /><p></p>Kristihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04816402848484227908noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36701842.post-57226365608580954922021-01-18T19:57:00.000-07:002021-01-18T19:57:04.290-07:00Preteen<p> My oldest is 12 and this preteen stuff other Mom’s talked about is REAL! She is the most tender hearted girl but with all these emotions going through her right now, oh man!! What makes it harder is she is an empathy and I don’t know how to help her with that. She also has the 6th sense but I do too so I can help her with that. We butt heads ALOT but I always want her to know she is loved and is as amazing as I see her everyday. She also doesn’t mind when I act crazy at school in her class because I am one of her teachers and how else do you get 6th graders attention then by acting crazy.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfPTigxgcZyypfDUpqP4YJY8MGeZ7WUomZ7f3KCwwdrIWntgdXYaZ-zqCdYHCN0uq7b9I0go4SPGv7tPQdAVzgix5-_3gJn127AB9GBLjDdzgRZuCJ4Bc7Mnd3s-wHcYGyQYPqCw/s1440/C1FE2E69-9B19-4167-8D2E-EF5EFF919B9E.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1439" data-original-width="1440" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfPTigxgcZyypfDUpqP4YJY8MGeZ7WUomZ7f3KCwwdrIWntgdXYaZ-zqCdYHCN0uq7b9I0go4SPGv7tPQdAVzgix5-_3gJn127AB9GBLjDdzgRZuCJ4Bc7Mnd3s-wHcYGyQYPqCw/s320/C1FE2E69-9B19-4167-8D2E-EF5EFF919B9E.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg10Uru_PThdwkuaAUzvIK-JmYNnrfO8cmG9qlIX_fVhla1n4Ox_wVWZoZUmtfgW2t5ODNuByyCIS1re9qmfHLn5CU5FKzK5xBB3mI8rkuxonHAn7XMJYI1fLNKN8YRvPFn7PEOuQ/s1440/97DDC83A-BDC7-40E4-B37C-1E540DB9F6BA.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1439" data-original-width="1440" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg10Uru_PThdwkuaAUzvIK-JmYNnrfO8cmG9qlIX_fVhla1n4Ox_wVWZoZUmtfgW2t5ODNuByyCIS1re9qmfHLn5CU5FKzK5xBB3mI8rkuxonHAn7XMJYI1fLNKN8YRvPFn7PEOuQ/s320/97DDC83A-BDC7-40E4-B37C-1E540DB9F6BA.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkUJvX3ax2iq0aUSWOGvqqbwkH7KJ_bI45fnlGZy-GnuFqdtZIKHcel_yvt_v7g7zEiJRESy2dQU6efH9CrUtWiDC37nXJBOkrePlKf9hzeuKSc-lJN4mZHX63ry5d06ILRjZATw/s2048/38A42555-5E1B-4E02-A99C-2C1846B1AA6E.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkUJvX3ax2iq0aUSWOGvqqbwkH7KJ_bI45fnlGZy-GnuFqdtZIKHcel_yvt_v7g7zEiJRESy2dQU6efH9CrUtWiDC37nXJBOkrePlKf9hzeuKSc-lJN4mZHX63ry5d06ILRjZATw/s320/38A42555-5E1B-4E02-A99C-2C1846B1AA6E.jpeg" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1OI-3SOafqpEstXuQ4i_ZekXZeGzkrMZiEEUszVv2hxSIHQzjbHojk59riaMWAYfjiQ9duz4ubx5fI75FlN0kc4dIeSkj1kCfmhTMcaNgMBhnbIsHsnT2X7FSVNX6nvM1uhpYCA/s2048/0EA3746B-F05C-410D-A72B-3AC303254FAE.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="2048" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1OI-3SOafqpEstXuQ4i_ZekXZeGzkrMZiEEUszVv2hxSIHQzjbHojk59riaMWAYfjiQ9duz4ubx5fI75FlN0kc4dIeSkj1kCfmhTMcaNgMBhnbIsHsnT2X7FSVNX6nvM1uhpYCA/s320/0EA3746B-F05C-410D-A72B-3AC303254FAE.jpeg" /></a></div><br /><p></p>Kristihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04816402848484227908noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36701842.post-53405685182216711762021-01-18T19:51:00.000-07:002021-01-18T19:51:48.834-07:00Change<p> This weekend my parents came and helped my husband frame almost all of the basement! To me that is a great change, but to my preteen daughter it is a scary change. Ever since my youngest has cancer my oldest does not deal with change at all. The change in the basement that affects her is she has to move the playroom around. Something very simple to me, but a huge change for her. I try to have patience with her but I lost it today and lucky for both of us my parents where here to defuse the situation. Hopefully we can teach her change will always come and for the most part it is a great thing.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiH_rzH1OoClz-9Yz8E_mTi3zkoufFQx_VU1UVwPhQdUslhIe6Ol6e7p7kYddLNDLaE346N3eKXv-cDdhWemk2V_DkquDWLoheRc5eWzuKSOosSIZz9VZ2TpMUE2JZyuBOrhulGsQ/s2048/A7CC0105-3DEC-47D4-8E10-F987F6C165B1.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiH_rzH1OoClz-9Yz8E_mTi3zkoufFQx_VU1UVwPhQdUslhIe6Ol6e7p7kYddLNDLaE346N3eKXv-cDdhWemk2V_DkquDWLoheRc5eWzuKSOosSIZz9VZ2TpMUE2JZyuBOrhulGsQ/s320/A7CC0105-3DEC-47D4-8E10-F987F6C165B1.jpeg" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxmYXmQdR6z_qgaOowuKcHy17TdaSUnA4_GbJElyqwYw9R0DL_0OZ2ivHaJNRtt7Zm6FV0mg-lxdUyWG4hzGqr9Jqj77FMwiwYdArKIBN8xYWvhbm8jNYptoljVHB7AyN93krZ3A/s2048/29585724-346A-4FAF-81E5-3B39C333E9F5.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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Well that was me today. I redid my girls bathroom by new rugs and stickers, then we started to work on finishing our basement by running some duct work for heat. So I ignored my huge pile of laundry and now I get to stay awake and work on it. The joys of anxiety and the feeling of having to be perfect!</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHCbz0gBlRk36XNfQKcVV6F3KPj3AptuIBBuP4RFk3MsCQ6AU2l228mGByKGh4GvEMqoFS3G2SrfeOR5j6KGClBx700DQFYjXKBz-dN3OWkA78_3LMX26dsSiojTmKS3PG0uZvjw/s2048/64CE76A5-6B3F-4197-AF91-4645F7398797.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHCbz0gBlRk36XNfQKcVV6F3KPj3AptuIBBuP4RFk3MsCQ6AU2l228mGByKGh4GvEMqoFS3G2SrfeOR5j6KGClBx700DQFYjXKBz-dN3OWkA78_3LMX26dsSiojTmKS3PG0uZvjw/s320/64CE76A5-6B3F-4197-AF91-4645F7398797.jpeg" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikQhVhCNLbTRkoh1TNpPTxpfy1UlzHkatSXSKcduCBcp7t9LnA3Wa0gWA-wMCu7eK4ASoZMOi6AIDrvlWzJsItH62qNqFoP5Z2TL0fRVXpVhuLIpJO6jhunDMpsp7Ebl-nO-hIRA/s2048/E5C7C09F-7F62-4FDF-8342-329CCC4101BC.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikQhVhCNLbTRkoh1TNpPTxpfy1UlzHkatSXSKcduCBcp7t9LnA3Wa0gWA-wMCu7eK4ASoZMOi6AIDrvlWzJsItH62qNqFoP5Z2TL0fRVXpVhuLIpJO6jhunDMpsp7Ebl-nO-hIRA/s320/E5C7C09F-7F62-4FDF-8342-329CCC4101BC.jpeg" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_ZfH5egajiszRX_tejpAlDmVS5YBA1lpWjti8g-FZa_fsEtYsFbVzkvLezVyQGC_MW2zGYHto2o5bPfQFQ2EOqRBQhr1r9_wzD1bb0FRetTqGBGzpkWvNBC0DFNRxFj0qUzkLhA/s2048/AE63F271-31DD-424B-8D5F-749028BEED95.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_ZfH5egajiszRX_tejpAlDmVS5YBA1lpWjti8g-FZa_fsEtYsFbVzkvLezVyQGC_MW2zGYHto2o5bPfQFQ2EOqRBQhr1r9_wzD1bb0FRetTqGBGzpkWvNBC0DFNRxFj0qUzkLhA/s320/AE63F271-31DD-424B-8D5F-749028BEED95.jpeg" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQQ2BARg7qBuf7ymiLcpsIBDlCz5ORi8GuZ0TbCDocAwd4puhFRpZvRHuzacU4zxmrduvuIBo7vKxW1VyLReptitO4qb629JQmIKXf5MH8Q8gz1IO8DOfB_oR0tF3wHh5SvpR3bg/s2048/AC13CC38-84D8-4DAF-B3C0-5B0336C7EB4A.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQQ2BARg7qBuf7ymiLcpsIBDlCz5ORi8GuZ0TbCDocAwd4puhFRpZvRHuzacU4zxmrduvuIBo7vKxW1VyLReptitO4qb629JQmIKXf5MH8Q8gz1IO8DOfB_oR0tF3wHh5SvpR3bg/s320/AC13CC38-84D8-4DAF-B3C0-5B0336C7EB4A.jpeg" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDvAV7wi-QPC5lko_7u5MjY5jSkK3faLSQVY2hD_yeEh6Yd1zZx-YkSEfXHvrSn8lwoQimzQKx244EfGDOPj8UbdDuUzsKhd4b16iGG10Zx_NaDZz6iWrKR6pBdagIGbVqF_IiOQ/s2048/855108D4-A610-4907-AD35-81FB590C9F4F.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDvAV7wi-QPC5lko_7u5MjY5jSkK3faLSQVY2hD_yeEh6Yd1zZx-YkSEfXHvrSn8lwoQimzQKx244EfGDOPj8UbdDuUzsKhd4b16iGG10Zx_NaDZz6iWrKR6pBdagIGbVqF_IiOQ/s320/855108D4-A610-4907-AD35-81FB590C9F4F.jpeg" /></a></div><br /><p></p>Kristihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04816402848484227908noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36701842.post-91641250601573171992021-01-11T20:47:00.001-07:002021-01-11T20:47:16.113-07:00This is ME!<p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeR4gsANjXS9wbmM-F4Tdp5U71ubkd2BoeVMGdweQL6kcCWb4Dw1JCIWY0EwAATxIezn9ckNmVEcBGreo0-794zlzjjqfCw43QaSIwM-7tjptJG5_yNQI7XRcMCMp9mXLbQB8LlA/s1280/BJPA0164.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1280" data-original-width="960" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeR4gsANjXS9wbmM-F4Tdp5U71ubkd2BoeVMGdweQL6kcCWb4Dw1JCIWY0EwAATxIezn9ckNmVEcBGreo0-794zlzjjqfCw43QaSIwM-7tjptJG5_yNQI7XRcMCMp9mXLbQB8LlA/s320/BJPA0164.JPG" /></a>Ok I am gonna start with my first post all about me. This is a huge leap for me as I would so much rather talk about anything else. My name is Kristi and I grew up in Wyoming. I now live in Utah. I am in my 40's. I have been married for 22 years, yes I got married young and would not change it at all. I have 2 AMAZING daughters that took 10 years to get the first one and 5 more years to get the second. After my pregnancies my mind decided it need to start working different and I was diagnosed with 3 types of anxiety and 2 types of depression. Not only do I get to be a mother to these 2 girls I get to learn how to deal with my emotions and not pass it on to them.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhclTr6cGJEQ49ynWiJAl4wgzJr2fLlabZobj8AeBZgyvsWrXz6OPGucmMTcWO5h0FtOc1qP6lC-MonOLOQggbeTBOflNoaooP0XmHyOYwY-ncJmcSOxkDVWeQyUWRZQHXi0Y_0sQ/s1280/EPPQ8856.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="1280" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhclTr6cGJEQ49ynWiJAl4wgzJr2fLlabZobj8AeBZgyvsWrXz6OPGucmMTcWO5h0FtOc1qP6lC-MonOLOQggbeTBOflNoaooP0XmHyOYwY-ncJmcSOxkDVWeQyUWRZQHXi0Y_0sQ/s320/EPPQ8856.JPG" width="320" /></a> These 2 girls keep me going every which way. Both have had there health scares that added to my grey hair and surprising enough helped calm my depression, now anxiety that is a different story. Our oldest from the time she was 4 until 11 she would break out in hives from the top of her head to the bottom of her toes. After countless doctors and allergy tests we found out when she catches more then one illness like a cold and then an ear infection her body can not handle it and breaks out in hives. Luckily after turning 11 and her hormones changing she has not had it happen. Now our younger girl she was diagnosed with a rare eye cancer at 18 months old called Retinoblastoma, she has been cancer free for 5 years now, but still has lots of doctor's appointments.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5SN5-MIR3tZcAhLnAqKGgWin_OYPWOviCnHl_jDmd7L6B8fecXGdWVa2yxBgWVtRwe8Vvj_q1vx0BidolhzvXDGBLQEWRTMotj-BInl-sx3DYL7ckUzb9GLzIyDpjN3CQAnYHmg/s2048/FRRF4174+%25281%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5SN5-MIR3tZcAhLnAqKGgWin_OYPWOviCnHl_jDmd7L6B8fecXGdWVa2yxBgWVtRwe8Vvj_q1vx0BidolhzvXDGBLQEWRTMotj-BInl-sx3DYL7ckUzb9GLzIyDpjN3CQAnYHmg/s320/FRRF4174+%25281%2529.JPG" /></a>I have always been an animal lover. Growing up on a ranch in Wyoming I was around horses, dogs, and cats my entire life. After a couple years of trying to have a baby and then having a miscarriage my depression was really bad, so my husband got me 2 cats and ever since then we have had fur babies. Yes we treat them just like our kids. We have had 1 dog and 4 cats pass away on us already so we are keeping our herd small with just these two. Moose is full of energy and always great to snuggle when I need it. Now Skippy is the weirdest cat we have ever owned but he knows when one of us needs so snuggles.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYGupKw3wuUSDx__iJKPTuxlAe7uNSK_iQSh7L8fJrbdTq_XzflzzE1uJsIVZGGrfQ5SxMjqaI4WpXG7aqSEfNf8ZguJkGKJZqhL_QVBjFt3XtkZ6uCm0vRvw_w3xblOqOks6wYw/s959/GFZO3919.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="959" data-original-width="959" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYGupKw3wuUSDx__iJKPTuxlAe7uNSK_iQSh7L8fJrbdTq_XzflzzE1uJsIVZGGrfQ5SxMjqaI4WpXG7aqSEfNf8ZguJkGKJZqhL_QVBjFt3XtkZ6uCm0vRvw_w3xblOqOks6wYw/s320/GFZO3919.JPG" /></a>My husband and I met while we were attending the University of Wyoming. We met in February, started dating in March, engaged in April and married in August. We both continued in college, but I decided to work full time so he could finish. He got his degree in Chemical Engineering (but is now licensed in Civil Engineering). I was working towards my elementary education degree, and hope to one day finish it.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuq99DT-1qr_yGoXidp_-qH_r6FWcxNotFuam94DNTmave0lxuH411HE6Pqte8Lifl0aO36GMgJ81_33PkvULFWFichV4rkvEqWxMwdNQK098mLwPzhi7qtNKMBA03skpq1BauOQ/s2048/IMG_0259+%25281%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuq99DT-1qr_yGoXidp_-qH_r6FWcxNotFuam94DNTmave0lxuH411HE6Pqte8Lifl0aO36GMgJ81_33PkvULFWFichV4rkvEqWxMwdNQK098mLwPzhi7qtNKMBA03skpq1BauOQ/s320/IMG_0259+%25281%2529.JPG" /></a>I consider myself a very creative person and I have some outlets that help me so much. I am blessed enough to be Music Aide (teacher without the degree) in a K-6 elementary school. This is my 3rd year and I love it more each year. This year with COVID is definitely different teaching music without using real instruments and no singing, but it had made me dig deep to figure it out. I also love to bake and have since an early age. My favorite are desserts, but this last year I have started to master yeast breads and am really enjoying trying those. I love to make something and watch people's expressions as they eat it. It makes me so happy to see them happy eating something I made. When I was little my Grandma and Mom taught me how to sew and while my girls were young I was able to work for a couple different companies sewing for them to help with income and with my mental state. I love to sew Halloween costumes for my girls and I am starting to teach my oldest to sew. When I was 5 my Mom enrolled me in piano lessons and I took them through college. My teachers wanted me major in piano but I could not see having a career out of that. I have taught piano lessons before and really enjoyed doing that. When Pintrest came out man was I in trouble, I would see something on it and would have to make it. I am a girl that would rather make it then buy it. I know how to use almost all the power tools we own. I love to remodel houses with my Dad, who teaches me how to do it. My husband does most of the heavy lifting and he likes to remodel with us too, once he knows the plan, my Dad is very famous for just starting. We remodeled almost all of our first house. We also finished the basement. I got pretty good at laying floors and baseboards. I love me a nail gun. One important thing I did learn was I HATE HATE HATE chalking!! I decorated cakes while I was in high school but then stopped do to the space in college and have started doing it again. I forgot how much work they are. I also did leather work from 5th grade through high school, but do to a house fire my Dad and I stopped doing it. I started doing it last summer and hope to do some more this summer. My newest outlet is watercolor painting. My oldest and I took a class last winter and we both were hooked. It is probably my favorite way to calm my anxiety right now.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjILY5rWNb7w98baEKwoRf-RuDIYsmZscMrvemQNwEyhJn9Z6nZFsKqckd_C4wA9C04yyj7eaPuEce6GZ6IfcvAyd6-idQiHfQUTwYWsanMEFp8OX5F6f1BwsOEwYW9sdN4gHCwOA/s2048/TIMGE2402.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjILY5rWNb7w98baEKwoRf-RuDIYsmZscMrvemQNwEyhJn9Z6nZFsKqckd_C4wA9C04yyj7eaPuEce6GZ6IfcvAyd6-idQiHfQUTwYWsanMEFp8OX5F6f1BwsOEwYW9sdN4gHCwOA/s320/TIMGE2402.JPG" /></a>Well this is my life in a nut shell, I am also trying to work very hard on my self confidence and my body image so this blog is going to be about me and what I am doing. I hope you enjoy coming on this trip with me. Now I am going to go paint a picture to help calm me down since I am going to publish this and make it so anyone can read it.</div><br /> <p></p>Kristihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04816402848484227908noreply@blogger.com0