December 17, 2013
Well, I am ashamed of myself! I never thought I would go so long without posting, but I guess I underestimated the powers of the season! Shopping, colds, cooking, sewing, and baking, all in preparation for that special day coming up in just one week (eek!) have certainly made us busy in this household.

A few nights ago, I went to a Relief Society Christmas Party where we enjoyed good food, music, and traditions that a few families in our ward uphold. We also listened as our Bishop spoke to us about Christmas-time and his family. It was one of those nights where, amidst all the hustle and bustle, I got to stop and just appreciate the people in my life, friends, family, and my Savior. What's been on my mind most this morning are my brothers and sisters, and my mom and dad. My family.

I know I've spent a little bit of time on this blog trying to convince everyone that being the youngest child isn't all it's cracked up to be, but really, even with all the disadvantages, I can't complain too much, and I have to concede to some of the arguments that my siblings put forth (I did get a nicer car than the rest of them, and I did get to do some other things that they didn't). But the best part of being the youngest in my family is that I was born into a family that loved each other. I automatically had 13 people who loved me the moment I was born. A love that only grew as I got older.

It's interesting how that love has changed for all of us. I've had to re-introduce myself to my siblings sometimes because of how much I've changed since they knew me at home when I was younger, and even my sister, Emily, pointed out at our last family gathering that she feels I've changed so much since we were home together that she's not sure she really knows me. But the thing is, my siblings do know me and they will always know me. My tastes and preferences might change a little, but in the end, I'm still their little sister, Susan.

I guess this Christmas, I'm feeling a little homesick. Last Christmas, with just me, Andrew, and Chelsea was my favorite Christmas I've ever had, but I miss my Christmases at home. I miss sharing my talents with my cousins, siblings, parents, and grandparents and hearing/watching their talents, too. I miss staying up late, waking up early, smiling until my cheeks hurt, eating the best breakfast of the year, and playing with my toys.

I was so lucky I got to experience that kind of childhood. I truly wish I could go back sometimes, but, of course, I can't. What I can do, is make sure that my family grows up with the same kind of memories. I can make my home a place where we love each other and have fun together as a family. When my little princess is screaming at me because she doesn't know if she wants the "puh-lered" lights on or off, it's hard to imagine how to recreate that feeling, but I know it's possible, and it's what I want this Christmas, and every Christmas to follow for the rest of my life.

Thanks for keeping up with me an my family on this blog, friends. It means a lot to have people like you checking up on us, even if I fail to post for a week or so. Merry Christmas! I'll see you again real soon!

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December 10, 2013
If you've been following my blog for a while, you might already know this. If you're new, then you might not, but here it is: On occasion, I like to write poetry. Not the mushy, gushy stuff. Just fun little Dr. Seuss-ish poems. When I first started my blog, little poems were pretty common in my posts. I've kind of strayed away from poetry for the sake of brevity, but there are a few poems that I am really proud of.

With things being the way they are at my house, this poem speaks VOLUMES, and it is my favorite. I'd love to get it published someday and even have a friend working on some illustrations (what a gal!) I'd love to get some feedback from you, too. Tell me what you think! Would you buy it as an illustrated children's book at the store?

My Nose is a Hose

My name is Rose,
And just so you know,
I’m the girl with
A hose for a nose!

It happens once
Or twice, so I’m told,
Whether you’re young,
Or whether you’re old

We all have to face
The sickness called:

With sneezing and wheezing
And every cough
You gotta admit,
Being sick’s pretty rough!

But back to my nose,
The one like a hose.
The one that tends
To mess up my clothes!

When lying in bed
And trying to sleep,
You’d think that my nose
Would be pretty beat!

But on it runs,
Not a switch to be found,
All over the bed,
Then onto the ground!

Getting ready for school
Has never been worse!
I decide to try
To brush my teeth first.

I open the door
And flip on the light.
I turn on the faucet,
But something’s not right!

Instead of water
Coming out of the tap,
It’s out of my nose
And into my lap!

At breakfast I tried
Not to let my nose run,
But that mean cold
Took away my fun!

My nose started dripping
All into my food
I could tell that this cold
Would ruin my mood!

I thought that at school
I’d be quite alright,
But my nose was acting
The same as last night!

The crayons got all wet,
The paper did, too.
The floor got slick
And the paint turned to goo!

Miss Nelson said
"You can't stay at school!
You're making a mess
With all your hose-drool!"

She sent for the nurse,
Who examined my face.
She snapped her fingers and said,
“Solved the case!”

In the note she sent home,
She prescribed lots of rest.
Soups and meds
I’d put to the test.

I slept in my bed,
I ate all my soup,
I didn’t complain
'bout the medicine goop.

The next morning I woke,
I stretched and yawned.
I touched my face,
And the hose was gone!

No more snivels,
No more snuffs
Thank goodness for
The soups and stuff!

I hopped out of bed
And ran to my mom.
I opened my mouth
To sing, "It's gone!"

But nothing came out!
Not a single note.
With sadness, I thought,
"My throat has a coat!"

So stock up on vitamin C, friends, and pray that your one-and-a-half year old doesn't catch the cold this season!

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December 4, 2013
This is coming to you from my computer at my desk with "puh-ler"ed lights on my left and a small, ornament-less, sad-looking Christmas tree on my right (who am I kidding? even small, ornament-less trees can't be sad if they're Christmas trees!), whilst I listen to The Nylons, Harmony: The Christmas Songs. It's family tradition, and that's what's been on my mind recently.

With Christmas coming up, I've been thinking a lot about what I want our home to look like and what feeling I want to have this year, the first year in our own home. It's interesting, the way you merge two ideas of how Christmas should be into how your Christmas will be once you get married. Luckily, Andrew's family has a lot of the same traditions that my family did, with a few small adages that I LOVE and are easily incorporated into my ideas.

See, here's the thing. I'm not really a terribly passionate person. Not because I don't like anything, but because I love so MANY things! My sister, Becky once "labeled" me as having a passion for life. One thing I am terribly passionate about, however, is Christmas tradition. On Christmas Eve, you must watch "A Christmas Story," and/or "It's a Wonderful Life," you must stay up late (non-specific time) playing card games like Uno and Wild (not sure what the actual name is) and Go-Fish. You must wait until 7:00 AM to get your stockings (of course, if you want to set your clock about five minutes fast, that's okay, too!). Christmas breakfast MUST be served with orange juice and hot chocolate with marshmallows in it, etc. etc. Seriously, there are a lot of little details that must be met in order to satisfy.

Although I will not decorate my house for Christmas until after Thanksgiving, you better believe that it's on my mind. Unfortunately, I think it was a little-too much on my mind this year.

A couple weeks ago, on the Sunday before Thanksgiving, one of the speakers in church spoke about being thankful. He spoke of an experiment showing that those who wrote what they were thankful for were happier than those who didn't, and those that said aloud what they were thankful for were even happier than those who wrote it. This thanksgiving was more stressful than trying to beat level 33 on candy crush. I felt like Andrew and I were running back and forth from home to all the activities happening around our home. I didn't make time to think about, say, or even write what I am thankful for.

So here's my list. I'm not going to go in-depth and explain every thing, but if you think about it, I'm sure you can figure out why I'm thankful for these things.

I am thankful for:
Indoor plumbing
The train that takes the hubster to work and saves us big $$
A garage
Hand mixers
Windows (we hardly ever turn lights on in our house to save electricity)
The internet
The postal services
My religion
My mom and dad
My brothers and sisters
Trees, rocks, flowers, etc.
My talents
The talents of others who share
Life (in general, I'm glad I get to live one)
Clean water
Christmas traditions!

Kind of gets you thinking of the little things, doesn't it? Grateful people are happy people. What are you thankful for? It's never too late to give thanks.

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December 2, 2013
What a week it has been! Full of food, family, and a lot of driving to-and-from places. Because a lot of my family met in Provo this week and a lot of Andrew's family met in Salt Lake, we had the luck of spending time with both families! We played games, talked, ate, and laughed as we enjoyed each other's company on Wednesday night with my family, ran in the Cottonwood Heights 5K Turkey Trot with Andrew's family on Thursday morning, left Chelsea with Grammy and Opa while we ran home to take a shower and make a Lemon Meringue Pie (which, although AMAZINGLY delicious, wasn't picture-worthy), after which we drove back down south for the Thanksgiving dinner at Aunt Rosanne's house. In addition to all the festivities, we managed to get our living room painted! Wahoo! Now I feel like I'm really ready to get started decorating for Christmas (after I clean up my house).

Although I didn't participate in Black Friday this year, Andrew went with his dad and brother to Walmart and Sears (for movies and tools). I don't know about you, but pushing through a crowd of crazed, deal-seeking individuals over the best selection of blu-ray movies is not my idea of a fun way to spend Thanksgiving night. I'm more of a Cyber Monday shopper, which brings me to my next point.

Chevron and Lace is having its first EVER Cyber Monday sale, and it's my biggest sale, yet! 30% off of EVERYTHING in my shop, while supplies last! That includes maxi skirts, little girl leggings, car seat protectors, one fox coat costume, and even the ethnic shift dress (size medium). It's kind of a big deal. Just visit my shop, select the item you want to buy, and type in CYBERCHEVRON13 for the 30% off discount. If you want a different color of maxi skirt or car seat protector than I have available in my shop, send me a message and I will see if I can get that color for you, no extra charge. Happy shopping!

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