Life lessons and a great example

Dave’s poor family has had to go through so much. When Dave was just a newborn, his grandma passed away at the age of 45 from breast cancer. She left 8 kids and a husband behind. Her oldest was in his 20’s and the youngest was only 5. Dave’s dad “Big Dave” is the oldest child and was the only one with a child able to meet his mom. His brother just younger than him was married, but had not children. The brother just younger than that was serving an LDS mission when his mom passed away. I can’t even imagine how Paul felt when he was unable to say goodbye to his mother. The other 5 kids were still living at home. Dave’s grandpa, Gary was left as a young, widower. He got remarried shortly later, but I losing his “sweetheart” would be so hard!

When Dave and I went to his family reunion this summer, we told them that we were going to be having a baby. They were all so excited. Telling Dave’s grandpa was such a neat experience. He told us the story about he and his “sweetheart” finding out they were going to be parents. He also told us about what things were like when they found out she was sick. He is such a faithful man. He had such faith in his Heavenly Father, that he was able to be comforted through her illness and knew that she had to leave this earth for a greater purpose. He is such an incredible example of unquestioning faith.

3 years ago, Big Dave passed away from ALS/Lou Gehrig’s Disease at the age of 45. Dave was only 21 when he lost his dad. It was one of the most difficult things that we have had to go through together. We had only been married for 3 months. Poor Grandpa, had to lose his wife, and first born child at the age of 45 to disease. He easily could have been angry and bitter, but instead he was such a source of strength for the entire family. He reminded us that “Big Dave” was once again with his mom. “Big Dave” really struggled through his lifetime with living his life faithfully, but before he was diagnosed with ALS he came back to church and was there with us in the temple when Dave and I got married. We knew that his hard work to live his life faithful again had paid off and he was able to be with his mom again. Grandpa reminded us all of that.

Last week, Dave went to SLC to be with his family because his uncle Paul passed away from an illness at the age of 44. He left 4 children behind. The oldest being 20, and the youngest only about 3. He had just moved back to the USA from Cambodia so that his family could be taken care of after he passed away. Once again, Dave’s grandpa could have been negative about losing 2 children at the ages of 44 and 45 and his wife at 45. He wasn’t negative at all. He was once again a source of strength for the family. I hope to be as faithful as he is someday. He has taught me one major life lesson. Turn to my Heavenly Father in all things. Have faith always.

Who is one of your greatest examples?

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What is Shellac?

When I am at the salon, I have a lot of people ask me, “What is Shellac?” and most of them feel really silly for asking. That is not a silly question at all! Shellac is a gel based polish that is cured under the UV light with every layer. On your fingernails, it usually lasts between 2-3 weeks and on your toes it can last for about 8 weeks! It is so shiny, and makes your nails feel harder. It isn’t damaging on your nails like acrylic, gel nails, or rock star toes. I have always just done Shellac on my toes. I finally got it done on my nails! I had my dear friend, Nellie give me a French polish. Pictures taken in dim light don’t do them justice at all!


They look and almost feel like acrylic nails. They are hard like them, but not so thick. I absolutely love them. I would 100% recommend getting this done. It makes me feel pretty without feeling as high maintenance as I do when I have acrylic nails. So in short terms, Shellac nails=totally worth it!

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Project Runway and College Football

I have been a Project Runway addict for many, many years. I have watched all but one season faithfully week by week. There have been a few seasons that I haven’t totally agreed with who the winner is, and other seasons that I have totally loved. I have learned a lot about fashion and how very much I don’t know about fashion while watching. This season has been TERRIBLE though! I am so disappointed with who the final 4 are!

I was so excited for the episode last week to eliminate one of them, then they didn’t eliminate ANY of them. Lame. This season especially, I have realized that my idea of “style” is really not the same idea of “style” that the judges have.

I’ve decided that because this season of Project Runway is so terrible, college football teams and analysts got together and wanted to appeal to the Project Runway crowd. Don’t know what I am talking about? This is what I am talking about…


These teams have the most talked about new uniforms this year. There are several other teams that got new uniforms this year. While watching the show “College Gameday” on ESPN on Saturdays, they unveil uniforms on mannequins and discuss them! They even call them “unis”. Since when is a college football field a runway? It is a little silly to me, but if you are as disappointed in Project Runway this year as I am, you may want to tune into some college football.

Photos found here

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Answered prayers and grown up decisions

When I woke up that morning this Spring and decided to take a pregnancy test, I had no idea what kind of curveballs that one word that was about to show up on the test would throw me. It was like as soon as I saw the word, “Pregnant” my entire world paused and I realized that I needed to grow up. Very soon, there would be a new person in my life that would take my number one priority in life.

Before I knew I was pregnant, I had a complete breakdown to my sweet husband. I told him that I hated my job. I hated doing hair. I felt like a complete failure. I didn’t feel like I was good at it anymore. I had a few clients come in during a short period of time that really ripped apart my self esteem. That happens to EVERY stylist out there. If it hasn’t, it will and it is the worst! Nothing makes you feel more low than to work so hard on something, then have someone tell you that you don’t know how to do it correctly (as if they have any idea what they are talking about, when the stylist is the one that has studied this art for days on end). Well, after this breakdown, we sat down and looked at our finances to see if there was any way I could quit. That is when I realized that I had been making a lot of money in the few months earlier. There was no way that I could quit because of how tight we still were living. It was really hard to hear, but I am glad that I didn’t quit because I learned later, that a lot of my feelings were due to the crazy emotions that come with a pregnancy.

About 2 months later, Dave went through something very similar. He was really struggling to love his job. He didn’t have the passion he felt last school year, and just didn’t even love himself. The only thing that kept him sane was coaching a 7th grade football team. He loved that. I am so grateful that he had the opportunity to coach those boys. They saved him. After a lot of tears, lack of sleep, and many prayers, things started getting better for him. He was slowly able to start enjoying things about his life, and he is much happier teaching 3rd grade now. He was ready to get out of there and do something completely different with his life. He does want to teach older students and coach at a higher level. He will have to take some classes for those to be qualified, but there is a light at the end of the tunnel. We had SO many answered prayers.

Lately, I have realized how much I would like to go college. I went to beauty school, but I have always wanted a college learning experience. I know that it is a silly time in my life to even play with that idea, but I honestly would like to go. After the craft fair that I did, I realized that I love networking with people and creating things. This really opened my eyes. I decided to sit down once again and look at what my finances were like at the salon. Lately it has gotten a lot slower for me because they have done a lot of hiring. I have had to stress a lot more on how I am going to pay booth rent. When I looked at numbers I was bringing home, it really opened my eyes. I have been wasting a lot of time waiting for walk in appointments and really wasn’t making much money. After talking with Dave and doing a lot more praying, I decided to talk to my boss about working 1 Saturday a month at the salon. She was so supportive and willing to let me rent a booth 1 Saturday a month. I will be able to cram all of my clients in on that day. I will still be able to make some money for us, but I will be able to stay home and do what I love doing the most. That is creating things. Such as my items on my Etsy shop that has been SO ignored. I also get to learn interesting things to blog about. I may even start taking college classes online in April. What I am most excited for though, is being able to spend time getting ready for, then being with my baby girl.

Making grown up decisions is so hard, but I know that when we have a strong support system that really just wants what is best for us, the best decisions are made. I am so blessed to have the friends and family that I have.

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Sending my Happy Birthday wishes

Do they celebrate birthdays in heaven? Celebrating every year for eternity?

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Wishing a very, Happy Birthday to my father in law, David. He would be 48 this year. We miss him everyday. I know that he is finally able to be free from his mortal body and is able to run and play with our future children up there. The picture of us at the wedding is one of my favorites. It reminds me of seeing you in the temple with my David and I. That was such a special moment.


Dave was the most intelligent man I have ever met. He could trick anyone while playing cards, and could tell the best stories.

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Big David and Little David were quite the pair. Dave misses his dad so much, but I know that they will be reunited one day.


My birthday wish to you today, Big Dave, is for those Runnin’ Utes of yours to beat USC in their first Pac 12 game. I know you will be helping them out. If the Utes aren’t playing too hot (let’s be honest, our QB isn’t our favorite), my wish to you is that you can watch the game with our future babies and you can teach them to love those red wearing Utah players too.

Happy Birthday, Big Dave!

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Something you probably didn’t know about me.

Today, I taught the lesson to all of the young women at church today. It was about realizing that each person is divine and eternal and treating others with that in mind. We were talking about how most people make judgments of total strangers. Most of the time it is only by the outside appearance. I told the girls about some of the outside appearances that I have had in my lifetime. Let me show you what I was like once upon a time…

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Yep, I was a total bandana wearing, screamo music listening, band t-shirt wearing, mosh pit jumping, Warped Tour going (and every other good show I could fit in) girl. I LOVED it. A lot of times, I ran on no sleep after going to shows late at night and waking up early for school. I miss those days sometimes, but I am proud of who I am today. I still listen to some of the music that I used to listen to, but I wouldn’t fight you for pretending you knew more about bands than I do. Yep, I did that.

I wonder what people’s judgments were about me back then. Maybe I don’t want to know, but what I learned from teaching my lesson today… Who are we to make anyone feel any less than what their Heavenly Father thinks of them. So smile at a stranger, pass judgment, and tell someone that you care about, that you care!

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You’ve got a friend in me

A  lot of times, I find history repeating itself in my life. I rely on my friends and then don’t have much to do with them for quite some time. This even happened to me in elementary school sometimes. Sadly, some friendships never did heal themselves after we can grown apart. When I decided to go to beauty school, I was pretty nervous about having to be around girls all of the time. In high school, most of my friends were boys. That is how I liked it. They were less dramatic and I didn’t feel like I had to compete with them. I lucked out when I went to beauty school. I met the most incredible group of people. There were many more than are in this picture…


These guys instantly became some of the best friends that I would ever have. I am close with most of them, but I instantly was drawn to 4 other girls…


We were the self proclaimed “Fab 5”. There were times that we had little break ups that we would wing off to different friends for a time, but we always came back to each other. There is…

Whitney- My first impression of her was on the 2nd day of school, she walked right up to me and said, “I LOVE your eyes! I wish they were my eyes!”. I was flattered and a little bit taken back by her! She is such a bubbly spark of goodness. I adore her.

Lacie- We have been friends since high school. She was my roomie. We cried the first night our mommas left us together, and cried a lot after that. We became really close and even though we had our ugly times together, we made it through and I love her SO much.

Autumn- Lacie and I knew that Autumn would be coming to school with us. She is cousins with one of our best friends from high school. She was so shy to begin with at school, but after she came out of her shell, we got to see the best of her.

Shaylise- One of my absolute favorite parts about Shay is her vocabulary and sense of humor. She says, “Good gravy!” for crying out loud! She can quote every line from Anchorman with grace, and can make you laugh anytime.

Well times have changed a lot since then. We’ve all gotten married. Whitney, Autumn, and Shaylise have kids, and we live in different cities. I was able to meet up with 4 of them though and it was almost like nothing had changed. We still had our life drama, still had funny stories, and still loved being around each other.


I honestly don’t know how I would have made it this far without these girls. They have each influenced my life for the better. I can’t wait to continue this chapter in our lives and to join the “Mommy Club”. In the end, we all need those friends who help us when we are down, but aren’t afraid to tell us when we are being a diva. Who are  your besties?

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Mac and Cheese that smells like Chocolate?

Yep. It is a real thing. I just sniffed it myself (and am still gagging even thinking about it). So here is the whole story…

About a month ago, my mother in law got a surgery that prevents her from being able to eat super starchy foods such as bread, pasta, and some rice. My husband went to help her out when she got her surgery. When he went down there, his mom gave him a bag full of food that she had that she couldn’t eat anymore. We were excited to have a load of Rice-a-Roni, Pasta-Roni, and Mac and Cheese. I went to make some Pasta-Roni and noticed that it had expired about a year ago and was bummed so I went through the rest of the “Roni” items and sure enough, they were all expired too. It was nice of her to give us that food, but I was a little bummed that it had gone bad. Anyway, today Dave was going to make us a nutritious lunch of Mac and Cheese and he had me dish up my helping when I noticed that it smelled like chocolate. I know that my pregnant nose is a little overly sensitive so I asked Dave, “Does this smell like chocolate?”. He said, “Yeah, I noticed that it was really dark too when I poured it out”. I told him to check the expiration date. He looked at it and said, “What month is it?”. I told him August. He just laughed and said, “Well, this expired 7 years ago!”. It is a good thing we didn’t eat the chocolate Mac and Cheese. That could have ended badly. Now to just get that smell out of my memory…

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Conversation with the hubby

Hubby working on football plays for hours…

Me: You love football.

Hubby: Yep

Me: Do you love me more than football?

Hubby: No

Me: (Gasp! and a sad face)

Hubby: Oh! That isn’t what I meant. Yes, I love you more than I love football.

I giggled about it and told my mom the story. She said it was enough to make a pregnant lady cry. I was tough though! Just a little shout out to the other football widows out there who’s husbands coach grid kid football and love watching games. I have an awesome hubby though. Wouldn’t trade him for anyone or anything else.

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Bringing out my inner cowgirl

Funny story, or maybe not too funny of a story. I came home from work to drop off Sadie puppy at my house before I had to go to a church activity. I was already running a little late, but I got the ok to feed my belly and be a little late before I went to the activity. I was pulling into my house when I noticed that there was a horse out and about on the road. There was a guy riding his bike trying to figure out where the horse belonged. I don’t know much about horses so I just pulled into my house and was minding my own business when I looked out the back window and realized that there was only one horse in our pasture. We rent out our pasture to a woman with “stud” horses. I went out back to see if the other horse was just behind a tree or in a place I couldn’t see, but sure enough there was only one in the pasture. The one in there was FREAKING out. That is when I noticed the fence that was smashed and horse prints in my lawn! That horse running amuck belonged at my house! I looked for something to put around it’s neck to lead it back and all I could find was an extension cord. I walked over there to try to coax it over, but it was trying to love on the horses across the street. I didn’t want to get in the middle of their flirt fest and take the chance of getting kicked. Just then, the guy riding the bike came around the corner. He offered to take the horse back to my pasture. I was so relieved! He took it over to the pasture, found a rope at his house, and tied the naughty horse up. The poor horse had cut his leg when he was trying to get out of the pasture and he was bleeding. I was really worried about him and continued to leave panicked messages to the owner. I was really angry with her.
To add to the stress, our backyard and most of the pasture was flooding. The ditch behind our land was overflowing and the poor horses were having to stomp around in a foot of water. When it got dark outside, and we still hadn’t heard from the horse owner (grrrr), I started getting worried about that horse. He was tied in place that he had no more food, standing in water, and he wouldn’t be able to lay down if he wanted to. I decided to go on a horse saving mission. Still in my clothes I wore to work, a cute little animal print, short sleeved sweater and shorts; I put on some flip flops and went out to save the day. Even with a flashlight, it was tough to see what I was doing, but I was able to climb over the gate and get the horse’s rope undone. I was trying to lead him over to the spot I was going to be tying him up, but my flip flops kept getting stuck in the large amount of mud and slop out in the pasture. There were a few times that I wondered if I would just have to leave my flip flops and go bare foot. Then I remembered that the last thing I want, is to get a tetanus shot. So I ripped them out of the mud over and over again, praying that I wouldn’t break them. I’m shocked that they didn’t break. When I was just about to the spot I needed the horse to be, his friend started coming over and he started getting excited! I got pretty nervous, but just talked to him like I would a puppy saying, “Come on little horsey” probably more to calm my nerves. I get scared around horses sometimes just because of how huge they are! I got to my destination, and tied the best knots I could. I could tell he was a lot happier where I took him. When I got back inside, Dave just laughed with me about my legs being covered in mud, water, and horse poo, but I couldn’t help but feel like Felicity the American Girl.
If you didn’t read her books when you were little, you wouldn’t quite understand, but I felt a little like a horse whisperer. I got in the shower, then had an overwhelming flood of emotions that hit me. Possibly because of the baby growing inside me. I was grateful that I had the opportunity to help that horse because it made me feel much closer to this guy…
My Grandpa Miller. He passed away in 2008. I miss him every single day, but miss him the most when I see horses. He literally was a horse whisperer. Every horse loved him, and he loved them back. He was such a great example of a Christ like love of animals. Because I had gone out there to do all I could to help that horse, I knew my grandpa was smiling down on me in heaven. I have learned to have a deeper appreciation of animals than I already had. I am grateful that I was able to have that experience so that I could feel that closeness with my grandpa.
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