She Came To Me

She came to me in a midnight dream

I couldn't bare what was to be seen

And when she let out that first cry

My life stood at an all time high

She came to me on bended knees

Asking for my open arms

And when she crawled up high to me

From harm and strife - she was free

She came to me with faster feet

To bandaid her new scars and tears

And when she calmed, a sigh she blew

"It's ok" was all she knew

She came to me with exciting news

The monkey bars, she learned to do

And when she'd get right to school

The playground was a whole new cool

6 years had come so fast

My best friend she will always be

Tamara Leethee, my first, my love

6 years ago - she came to me

We've now hit the 6 year mark! Every once in awhile, I wish time would just stand still for even just a moment. So I can embrace her in just a little longer. I know they grow and grow fast. I begin to get excited about what she will bring this world. She amazes me day by day. 

My Tamara, 

I don't know how the past 6 years slipped through my fingers so fast. I couldn't be any more proud of you and all you have accomplished thus far in your life. You are very smart and very talented. If there is one thing that really stands out to me about you, its your very big heart. You don't see me watching most times I catch you doing a good deed without me asking. I catch you sacrificing a lot for your little brother. You let him win all the time to make him feel like a champ but I know you let him win a lot. You always let him pick 2 shows before you argue for 1 turn. You are always getting in trouble for him. I know there have been many times that I have yelled at you for something your little brother did and yet you keep your mouth shut. I know. Tamara, I couldn't have asked for a better daughter and big sister for your brother. As you grow older, you begin to paint newer colors to YOU and I get excited each time I see a new color. I can't wait to see what you bring to this life in this next year. I love you so much! You really do make my heart beat. Don't ever lose your sparkle! 

Kisses Forever, 

Mommy

xoxo Via

Minions!!!

So this movie just happened.

Tamara has been buggin all day to watch it. And seeing as things have been very iffy with Henele and his lovely little allergy/disease that's been going on the past few days.

Yep. It got pretty intense just two days ago. I left work early to see what the fuss was about with his skin. Low and behold, he broke out with welts and boils everywhere. His elbows, knees, hands and even the edge of his ears. 

I didn't go into work Friday cause it spread into his throat and I could tell he was always low on breath. 

Today he's been better. His welts have come down some and after seeing the doctor, he was just passing the peak of it so he isn't contagious to other kids. 

This is a kind of virus so I think he might have picked it up at the play place at the gym from another kid. I don't know. But Dr Vierra was telling me that it's the season for this disease so it's very normal. 

After yesterday's monitoring Hene we made it out to watch the new minions movie. 

WE LOVED IT!!!! 

I seriously was laughing louder then most of the kids in the theatre. 

Minions is Unasa Approved!! 

Xoxo Via

Just An Update

So.. Decided to download the blogger app to post random thoughts and entries throughout my day. 

Woke up early this morning super ready to hit the gym. 

6 weeks ago I entered this local biggest loser competition. It's called the pound for pound. I weighed in and started my weight loss journey. The first week was alright. I've done fitness before so I already knew what was to be expected. First week went by then week 2 and 3. 

I'm now approaching week 7 and I've hit this point where all I look forward to every    Morning when I wake up is the gym. 

I'm going to be honest. I might not technically be SEEING and change but the FEELING is definitely there.

Week 1 - it took me 24 minutes to run/jog just one mile at a speed of 3.5 mph.

Week 6 - it took me 11 minutes to run one mile at a speed of 5.0 mph. 

My weight is dropping and my metabolism to raising. It's been a while since I've felt this good.

Every Friday I weigh myself in to keep track of my progress and take a front and side picture my fat gut. 

I'm hoping by week 14 I will have enough courage to post all my pictures to show off my progress. 

In my mind all I want is one super lean, less than 5% body fat, ripped/toned body. 

This journey really does have my undivided attention. 

So this weekend let's cheers to healthy living and keep going. 

Have a grand weekend everyone! Get some tan and some gym in today! 

Xoxo Via

My Sixth Sense

In Elementary, I was a Stansbury Tiger. (woot woot - proud of my roots) I was in 3rd or 4th Grade when this happened. Maybe even 5th. Each week we would go to the Library and have our Librarian read us a Storybook and then after, we would go and check out one or two books of our own to take home to read.

In the Library, on one of the bookshelves there was a display of this book along with its corresponding doll. So... That doll would hold that book. It was just a display for decoration and wasn't a choice to be checked out.

One day... The book went missing.

I'm pretty sure the Librarian was secretly crying her eyes out everyday. lol Because at the end of everyday, the last 15 min to be exact, while that book was missing, two people from a chosen 4th Grader Class would be given the chance to go to the Library to find the missing book. Who ever found the book would be given a prize. The prize was 2 Worlds Famous Chocolate Bars and a Soda. lol LAME!

Well, one day, I got picked to go search for the book.

I remember that day so clearly.

I was walking around looking through shelf after shelf. And I get this weird feeling.
- You know when your watching The Voice and a contestant starts their song and not even 10 seconds into their song all 3 chairs slam their I WANT YOU buttons and turn around. - You know that feeling you get?
That's the feeling I'm feeling while I'm looking for the book.

I literally start saying in my head, "I'm gonna find this book".. That feeling was telling me this.

I get to those spinning shelves, the ones that hold like 4 or 5 shelves of books and would spin in a circle. ( You know which ones I'm talking about)

I start spinning it and spinning it and that feeling - yes that "The Voice" feeling.. I get that feeling again... just X5.

There is was. I found it! On the spinning shelf.

I got my prize and I left the Library with a super happy Librarian. While I was walking home that day, I didn't care for the candy or soda. I couldn't stop thinking about -that feeling. I thought to myself, "how did I know I was gonna find the book?"

That's my sixth sense. =0 (don't try and call it a lucky feeling, cause it's not) lol

I only bring up my sixth sense because I've been feeling it lately. I applied for a higher position at work... and bam! I got it. lol

Feeling super cool these days. =)

My Turn

I would say that periodically we all come to a point where we ask - why? We are all capable of controlling our futures to a certain extent. We can goal and conquer over and over again but can it get so repetitive that it may seem we've plateaud? That what we once felt was helping us progress has all along kept us in the same spot? We outgrow people, outgrow opinions, outgrow choices we've made, change is inevitable. I don't wanna think back on opportunities that I may have passed up, but I am.

If life were like a chess game, it would be winning, but the game isn't over and at this point in the game, it's mine turn to make a move. 

I think it's time I start making bigger risks in  life. =)

BTW

Yep... I went much lighter.

Here's me and Kels working overtime. I tried to be all serious face. #fail But you can see the color better in this pic. I wanted it darker then what it is but decided to keep it this way for a bit and if I have a change of heart, I'll go tone it down. =)

Yay or Nay??

Aiming High

Working in the Binder, there are only two shifts. Day shift and Swing shift. Being there a year now, there is this sort of rivalry between the two shifts. Who has better production numbers or who produces the better product, even down to who has the better workers.

At the end of every shift, we are to clean up and sometimes help get jobs ready for the following shift.

While at work this past week, I worked along side a good friend. His name is Ryan. We were coming to the end of the shift and he kept making boxes. I told him we didn't need anymore and that the boxes he's making is only going to go to Day Shift. Ryan said that he was trying to be nice to Day Shift. I went on about how they never help us out so why bother. Then what he said really caught my attention..

"That doesn't justify the kindness we should be showing anyway."

I then realized that I have gotten caught up in this shift rivalry when what's really important was simply doing my job.

I now go into work everyday and do exactly what is asked of me and one day one of my co-workers walked up to me and said, "What's with this taking the initiative stuff?" I just smiled and said, "Just doing my job."

I don't want to look or sound like a show off or a "teacher's pet" type person, I just want to do what's right and I'm glad what Ryan said to me really helped remind me of WHAT'S RIGHT.

Life is good right now. I couldn't be any happier. What more could anyone say.