tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86854084913827601562024-02-19T20:23:23.144-05:00Hobi HomeI find myself in JUMPING not falling.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger334125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8685408491382760156.post-71697933271742377062024-01-15T19:36:00.020-05:002024-01-16T16:34:13.225-05:00"Err..." What?! Sometimes, I read scriptures and don't learn a thing. For years I was “out to lunch” in Sunday School; granted I have been a “hallway listener” for the good part of 20 years. Sometimes it’s a hit and miss with my personal scripture study and prayers can be like brushing my toddler's teeth; not often enough, and a pain to hold still long Ember Hobihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02585861756714768915noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8685408491382760156.post-80646119307519043352023-05-06T17:03:00.006-04:002023-07-27T14:25:57.150-04:00The Pill Box Each morning I start my day at the pill box. As far as I can tell, nothing seems to happen when I take my medication, and nothing seems to happen if I forget to take them for a day. Bipolar runs thick in the family roots. It assaults some of us more than others, and all we can do is deal with it the best we can. It reared its head in my life in my thirties, Ember Hobihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02585861756714768915noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8685408491382760156.post-74014994598153507032023-04-25T13:27:00.015-04:002023-04-27T12:28:14.436-04:00Family missteps"Blue Valley" 2023 Dad and I casually walk along a cliff's edge enjoying Aeriel views outside Capital Reef National Park, Utah. He calls the place "Blue Valley", his home away from home. I would call it... a Desert.He see’s beauty, refuge, potential and respite. I see dirt, dead trees, some mountains and a dried up river. This is the first thing he wants to show me.&Ember Hobihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02585861756714768915noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8685408491382760156.post-23614019312765574922020-11-20T14:32:00.001-05:002023-04-24T14:44:25.704-04:00What?!! This is the face one makes when they find out they are pregnant with baby #6 after making New Years resolutions like this more than once:After giving away all things Baby...more than once.After dedicating a year to getting back in shape to be "Fit by 40"Ember Hobihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02585861756714768915noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8685408491382760156.post-89506200140699685492020-11-01T20:50:00.004-05:002024-01-14T18:32:37.695-05:00Be like "Puppy" Some of you may know that Joshua has a speech delay. Around 1.5 years old we started to notice something wasn’t right. He is my 5th child so I knew by that age he should be at least attempting words. We took him to specialists and enrolled in Speech therapy once he turned 3 years old. At 3 years old he could say maybe 10 words. ( and only I understood what they were)Ember Hobihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02585861756714768915noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8685408491382760156.post-40142451736938641222019-11-20T14:31:00.001-05:002023-04-26T12:41:33.115-04:00Under Pressure
I’m not a big fan of the kitchen. Never have been. I remember my mom trying to coax me as a teenager into helping her prepare dinner and I’d refuse. She come back with “Your poor husband.” and I’d retort with “I’ll just marry a man who loves to cook!” Turns out I did! He is way better in the kitchen than I am. Yay for me!
A few weeks ago I blew Ember Hobihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02585861756714768915noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8685408491382760156.post-83986575752932877952019-10-22T00:08:00.001-04:002019-10-22T00:08:28.475-04:00Weight or wait?
I’m wearing scrubs as pants today because my pants don’t fit. Maybe they “could” fit but all my jeans are “skinny jeans“ so maybe they are supposed to be tight?
Or it could be that I just ate 5 pieces of pizza today with a bag of Chocolate covered Macadaminan nuts and 3 (yes, THREE) pints of Ben & Jerry's yesterday?
Weight doesn't show up that fast does it?Ember Hobihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02585861756714768915noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8685408491382760156.post-66836501063599015482019-08-11T02:10:00.001-04:002023-04-26T12:42:13.131-04:00Introvert Problems
Sometimes I put on an extravert hat. I don’t wear it often but when I do, I think I wear it well...most the time.
Last month I wore it and ended up planning a Neighborhood Party. I hate things of that sort. For me they are awkward and painful to endure.
It happened on accident really. A family dear to us was moving and another neighbor mentioned we should Ember Hobihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02585861756714768915noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8685408491382760156.post-1983438220085538262019-04-15T00:47:00.001-04:002023-04-26T12:42:54.565-04:00"Sing to us, Auntie"
I know when I’m being inspired to do something. I know when the Lord is pushing me to be better. I know, because I’m scared.
I felt Him give me courage while lying on a cement floor, in an Indian Hostel, singing to a group of young girls who don’t go home to their Mothers at night. They snuggled around me on the cool floor with nothing but a thin mat to sleep on saying “Ember Hobihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02585861756714768915noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8685408491382760156.post-43443747884568318862019-03-20T01:51:00.002-04:002023-04-26T12:51:48.719-04:00Mom's off her Meds!
I go to Ben & Jerry’s when things aren’t right with me. It’s happiness for the moment. I eat the whole pint, easy.
I escape into the bath seeking a comfort that’s only temporary. It’s where I go to NOT exist for a minuet. The hotter the better.
I turn to my journal to make sense of things. I find words to explain, express, discover or process Ember Hobihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02585861756714768915noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8685408491382760156.post-77870735068229104172019-03-16T00:54:00.000-04:002019-03-16T00:54:32.260-04:00I'm back!
Holy Smokes! Age has plagued us all. My house isn’t full of “Littles” anymore. It’s an assortment of ages/stages. Jarom and Jenn are in the throngs of High School with Jace not far behind. Abi is no longer the baby. She is almost 9 years old and has been replaced by HobiBaby5. He is 2 years old and the ruler of this house. Ember Hobihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02585861756714768915noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8685408491382760156.post-1983341885496191742015-11-15T09:48:00.000-05:002023-04-28T09:49:52.601-04:00The FalloutI was diagnosed Bipolar in 2012. The following 3.5 years was on a medication called Lamcital. It did the trick of pulling me out of a depression. I went through an awful few months of pure hell. I'd never been "depressed" before. Not like this. I still cringe when I think back to that moment.
I was in a dark, sad, lonely place and I needed help to get out of Ember Hobihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02585861756714768915noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8685408491382760156.post-54669473102363344872015-10-17T21:26:00.004-04:002024-01-14T19:07:37.025-05:00Hobi Twins
**This post includes graphic pictures of my 12 week old fetus. View at your own discretion. If you choose to read the original post without pictures visit here. NO COPYING
Ember Hobihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02585861756714768915noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8685408491382760156.post-32098262133369215382015-10-17T20:00:00.006-04:002024-01-14T19:08:29.133-05:00Hobi Twins (2)**This post does NOT include graphic pictures. To view this post with pictures go here. Pictures include blood and baby fetus at 12 weeks. Viewer discretion advised. No copying.
Sam is driving me to the hospital. We run a red light. I’m not wearing a seat belt. It doesn’t matter how fast he is going, it’s not fast enough. For the past 15min our mini van isEmber Hobihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02585861756714768915noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8685408491382760156.post-4298150887362149862014-11-12T19:12:00.000-05:002024-01-14T19:13:40.585-05:00A touch of Abi
I have a shadow.
All day long she is inserting herself into my world.
She wants to know why, when, who, how,what, where...
She is my little puppy. No matter what room I am in she is right by my side giving me company.
My bathroom has a touch of Abi.
My laundry shifts have a touch of Abi.
My kitchen has a touch of Abi.
My bedroom has a touch of Abi.
My phone has Abi Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8685408491382760156.post-4155809185310622162014-06-02T14:43:00.000-04:002014-06-02T14:43:21.178-04:00Updates ready to be installed
I drop my 12 year old off at Middle school wondering how we’ve arrived here already. I hear my 11 year old daughter FaceTime with her friends in the next room and remember how my phone was attached to the wall by a cord.
I don’t read bedtime stories to my 9 year old anymore. Instead, he is writing his own creative stories that entertain me.
My youngest is 4 and she is the Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8685408491382760156.post-78299688132560348262014-02-13T13:09:00.003-05:002024-01-14T19:19:18.215-05:00A Faking Beggar
I just spent 3 weeks in India. Everytime I return to America I immediately appreciate the cleanliness, and order that exists here.
The streets are quiet. The streets are clean. The streets are animal free. The streets lack beggars.
I was driving into town yesterday appreciating all those things but then again I remembered I had seen beggars here before!
A ”Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8685408491382760156.post-74637188078408730992014-01-16T20:54:00.000-05:002014-01-19T20:54:45.056-05:00India Chapter 3 2014
I am returning to India!
I'm going to work in leprosy colonies with Rising Star Outreach again. Although I know what to expect (this being my 3rd time there) I still have the jitters.
I experience culture shock every time I go. Life there is incomparable to my life here in the US.
Being in India is life changing for me. I say that because my life litterlay changes Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8685408491382760156.post-81462417250807060772013-06-02T10:10:00.000-04:002023-04-28T10:11:14.407-04:00Being is existing
I watched my older brother work with a wild mustang this morning. He had 1 hour in a pin with a wild horse, never before trained.
I have no interest in horses, in fact they scare me, but I found this process inspiring.
After some thought I recognized it had nothing to do with this process but everything to do with seeing my brother BEING his passion.
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8685408491382760156.post-2730888938939193292013-05-26T19:32:00.000-04:002024-01-14T19:33:03.115-05:00Hello? Are you there?Last week I revisited my journals from my teenage years.
Tears come when I remember who I wasTHEN and the feeling i get when revisiting them NOW.
I was explaining this experience to Sam and tears came uninvited.
The strange thing is I didn’t quite understand “WHO” I was then, but Its clear to me now.
Is that how I am? Am I not seeingUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8685408491382760156.post-57493432060257141892013-05-24T18:15:00.000-04:002013-05-24T18:16:29.330-04:00Nightmare Stories
Bedtime at our house is a process. It takes far too long to get the last light out.
Our problem is my kids LOVE to read. I turn out the light and before long they flip it on and retrieve a book behind the closed door.
My youngest, Abi, won't allow a single bedtime routine left undone. Sometimes I try to skip the bathroom process (because it takes FOREVER). It's only Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8685408491382760156.post-6630693218305882712013-05-12T19:01:00.001-04:002013-05-12T19:01:59.367-04:00Punishments/kindness Mothers Day 2013
"My mom is best at punishment/kindness"
-Jennica
Mothers Day isn't a mothers day without sun and the scent of lilacs. Today is defiantly Mothers Day! It’s sunny, warm, and reeks of fresh blossomed flowers. A perfect day!
Around 9am I woke to the noise of kids scurrying around in their rooms.
While passing Jennica’s room I saw her retrieving something from a hidingUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8685408491382760156.post-33292051130618821222013-04-07T19:40:00.000-04:002013-05-12T19:57:24.003-04:00Playing again
This weekend is Conference. It’s been one of my favorites.
A little nugget of wisdom offered stung a little. When my litter of kids were all young, trips to the park never lacked.
Bike rides through town and story time at the library were part of routine. My life was their life. I loved to be outside so outside was our playground.
Catching fireflies, Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8685408491382760156.post-88750486589190712202013-03-17T19:20:00.002-04:002013-03-17T23:56:45.969-04:00My Fairytale life!
Before I married, I envisioned my married life to be similar to the traditional small town life I grew up in. I saw buying a house, living in a friendly neighborhood (decorated with sidewalks and mailboxes), having kids, and visiting relatives during Holidays as part of the whole experience.
Well, that scenario didn’t take place. We took a very different path.&Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8685408491382760156.post-54510252211794655942013-03-05T14:40:00.002-05:002013-03-05T14:40:56.023-05:00No good very BAD day!
No good very BAD day!! (And it's only noon)
Went back to bed after sending KidS off to school.
Missed several phone calls from my second-grader inviting me to attend "Special visitor day" at 9:15 (it was 10am)
My alarm reminds me i am Jennica's "very special visitor" at 10:15.
Again, its 10am. I am 20min from school and last night she requested I show up wearing jeans Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0