It's over : (

Dear blog. I'm leaving you. For another blog. I just feel like I can blog more there. And be myself. Because it has a purpose. Although it was enjoyable for a while I feel like my new blog is more structured unlike you. You see, I will be blogging daily there and journaling more and sharing my love for photography. It's a no-brainer. It's just not working out anymore. I'm sorry. It was really fun while it lasted...and if I have any ideas of making it last, something might spark in the future. I didn't start you with the right intentions, I wanted to be more creative with writing and have people LOVE our stuff and well, I just wasn't feeling it.

If you follow me here, I hope you will follow me on the other blog. You will hear from me more often. I don't know what it is with humans and wanting to be heard but I like it. I like sharing and getting feedback and making new friends in the process.

See you there.

www.vcollective.blogspot.com

Indie Folk Lovers UNITE!

I want to start sharing music loves of mine.
I have a huge ego when it comes to my music selection, and I seriously think that everyone else has poor taste except me.
I grew up listening to old school hip-hop, and my step-dad was a pretty impressive break dancer, I kid not! I also listened to Journey, Pat Benatar, Kansas, Queen, Michael Jackson, Metallica. Then I hit middle school and I was all "ahhhh Britney Spears! Mandy Moore! NSYNC! Backstreet boys suck! Marrryy me Justinnnn".
Then in 9th grade I ventured off to some Ska music, punk rock.
My senior year in high school my then idiot boyfriend listened to heavy metal, screamo music, as did I.
So you can see that I have reached some polar opposites in the music spectrum.
I'd like to think that I now have a music love for life! When I broke up with idiot boyfriend, I started venturing into my own taste in music. My folk rock life started with these great artists
-Iron and Wine
-Ingrid Michaelson
-Feist
-Sufjan Stevens
-Rachel Yamagata
-Skuyler Fisk
-Tristan Prettyman

Today I want to share Junip.
Jose Gonzalez is a wonderful sounding artist on his own but he has teamed up with other talents and created a musical folk orgy (an LDS orgy where we all sit 2 Book of Mormons apart and get high on caffeine, playing a dangerous game of charades!).

Hubby's first blog post : )

poop dang fart cuss SMILE.

-Justin

(i'm glad he didn't say a real curse word! That's my job!-Val)

Let's vent shall we.

Today I started to get frustrated as things crammed in to our vehicle started flowing out, and how it was difficult to get out of the truck because millions of pieces of trash and junk stashed behind the seats wanted to come out with me and I started to whine and sniffle like a little girl, the tears started coming to my eyes and then I thought "Val your stupid its just trash, pick it up, put it in the trash can"...I put it back in the truck, the trashcan was further than I was willing to walk. So I slammed the door, huffed and puffed, stomped up the steps into my work's office threw my stuff down, and slumped in a chair. I SO was not ready to deal with fits and tantrum's that I had the prior weekend.

Let me describe how this weekend made me feel: hopeless, weak, like I wanted to scratch my eyeballs and ears out so that I could not sense what was around me. I felt numb, I lacked compassion for my clients, I had no understanding, everything they whined about was so stupid! I wanted to throw pie or rotten tomatoes at their faces. But you know what? Their problems are so important and real to them, and so unreal to me.

Ute fan was upset that another resident knew her age and told Ute fan that she was the same age. I wanted to scream, "BIG DEAL STOP ACTING LIKE A CHILD. THERE ARE A MILLION PEOPLE THAT EXACT SAME AGE" even though I know mentally she is a child and does not understand.

Hello Kitty was upset that another client (Grumpy) said she looked like a boy. I wanted to say, "well, Hello Kitty, that's cause you do look like a boy" but instead I said "Well, Grumpy had low blood sugar and she is not very nice when her blood is low, so I am sure she didn't mean it".

See lately, in my head, I am thinking something completely different and mean, but outwardly I try so hard to say something appropriate and positive.

I should have let myself cry today. It would have been good therapy.

It's my fault I feel this way. I let things build up until I start despising the people around me who make my life a tiny bit hard sometimes. I despise my teachers for giving me homework. I despise Sharma for having a bladder, and having to take her out to potty in which she drags me everywhere and will never learn to walk appropriately on a leash. I despise my clients for having an easy life and putting the brunt of their emotions on my shoulders. I despise other's blooming photography businesses while I don't know what direction mine is going. I hate pretty blogs. Mine is ugly and no one reads it except Elizabeth Downie : ) thank you.

I pretty much don't like anyone this week, and scream negative thoughts at them in my head, but send them fake smile.

Okay, so back to the original topic (it's my blog so I can jump around however I want to!):

So I am slumped in my chair, in strolls Blondie. I give her her pill before she threatens me with a banana. To my astonishment she happily takes her pill and goes to her room. Doesn't even beg me to make dinner AND IT'S 3:00!! Later she came in and said she loved me and gave me one of her signature awkward, 2 feet apart, pat on the back hugs!

Hello Kitty was in a cheerful mood.

Ute fan was in a cheerful mood with a minor upset, and still followed directions.

Grumpy came over to get her pill with out a fight, and didn't yell at me.

Even Mr. Farley was in a happy mood. As he was up getting his meds he joked with me that he was gonna throw a glass plate in a drive way and wasn't going to pick it up. He giggled and grinned. Then he says "I love you Val". "Wanna know why?" "because I got my toe nails clipped and I was brave". I thought that was such a great complement coming from Mr. Farley, I felt special that he loves me".

Today was a more successful day than most and had I been in a happier mood, I could have enjoyed it more. I thought it was going to be hard and that the day couldn't get better, but it did and I am a little more chipper because of my clients, and maybe because my husband said, when I got home, that he just wanted to hug me, that felt nice.

If you're reading this...I probably thought something mean about you. Sorry. Gotta throw the daggers at someone, but no worries, you'll never know for sure.

Here's to a happier tomorrow!

Cheers, Val

I'm breaking my silence for.....visors. errr yeah.

Dear People of the United States of Uhmerrica!
Please, please I beg you. Do not let these come back in to style. In fact I don't ever remember them being in style. Even when my mom wore them with a big poof of blonde overly hair-sprayed hair coming out the top (sorry mom, it had to be said. Will you still come see me for Thanksgiving now?).

I once feared the day when straight-legged pants came back. But now they are called "Skinny Jeans" which is appealing because of the instant sense of feeling skinny since you are in Skinny Jeans. Who cares that the dozen of cookies I ate last week are scattered through out my hips and thighs! I'm in the Skinny Club!

Anyways, back to the point People! I will be keeping my eye on Vogue, and since I don't jump on a band wagon of fools until I am the only one left, if it does appear then I will sign my life away to the Hipsters Who Take The Ugliest Trends, Slap Them In A Popular Magazine and Become Automatic Have To Wear Status Club<---I tried to think of a better (shorter) name but, alas...just alas.
P.S. This is just an imaginary club, that only I can be a part of because I am 7 years old again, in straight-legged jeans, begging my mother not to wear that damned visor.

P.P.S I don't know why this had to be my debut back into blogging world after a few months of silence. I thought it was important. Obviously I have some awesome priorities.

See you whenever-Val

Prayer Rant

When we have family prayer it always makes the vibes good! So why are we so lazy and skip it all the time? For me, praying is like a confrontation with the man up stairs because I'm a sinner, and He is perfect, and I feel judged. However, I do accept that it's my fault that I feel this way. I know He is a loving person who understands me, but I keep messing up, and that's what makes it harder to keep coming back and admitting it. That's usually when I stop praying. But I must say, it is very humbling to come to Him when I feel at my lowest. Being humble means accepting that you can't do things on your own and ask for help. It's so cliche of me to think that I can do things on my own without shooting a prayer up to Heavenly Father. So many people fall into this stubborn pattern. I kick myself for biting on to that hook.


When I first joined the LDS (mormon) Church I had a spot free spirit. I tried so hard and stayed determined to keep from sinning. I was naive. I now have many spots, and a few holes that I'm trying to fill up. I don't feel quite my self a lot of the time. I'm not on top of the world like the freshly baptised teen I once was. It's more of a challenge to be valiant than I thought it would be.


Ladies and Gents. If you stop praying, things just go in this slow, down hill spiral. It's time for me to swallow this pride and get my butt in gear. I have been thinking a lot about how much time I have left on this Earth and if I'm ready to be in the presence of my perfect Father. The answer is no and I am done procrastinating it.


It's really true what they say, people in the latter days face more spiritual hardships than the earlier pioneers did. They sent the most valiant saints in the pioneer days because we couldn't handle all of the physical pain that was thrown at the pioneers. However, it would have been much harder for them to live in these times. I keep thinking I should have signed up for the roller coaster ride to the Mid evil times, I would be a princess in Scotland I'm sure....probably dieing from leprosy, cholera, bubonic plague or typhoid...not cancer, diabetes, myocardial infarction (cool name for heart attack) or some other futuristic year 2010 ailment.

Anyhoozles, hurray for not blogging in over a month. It felt great!

I married an 8 year old.

The real piano man!

He is very special. Obviously I don't get him out in public very often, you can see why.