The following feature may be inappropriate for young children. Viewer discretion is advised...what I mean to say is it's about to get pretty political up in here and if you're afraid of what I am going to say, or a liberal you may want to stop here...
1. Feelings on abortion:
Stop having sex, and you'll stop getting pregnant you hobag! I mean come on exercise some self control! (obviously not everyone who gets an abortion is a hobag but I wouldn't feel uncomfortable saying the majority is)
2. Feelings on higher taxes for the rich:
Robin hood is a MOVIE! Not real life. If you feel like any one person, or group of people is responsible of taking care of another group of people you're dumb. And no that is not what the bible says. Christ helped people to help themselves. No handouts.
3. Feelings on Obama:
He's stupid.
4. Feelings on the economy:
It needs to be fixed...maybe we should stop spending the money we don't have...hmmmmm....
5. Feelings on inequality for women:
Stop crying and get a job if you want one. No one cares that you're a woman. That is so 50 years ago.
6. Feelings on energy:
We should be energy independent. "Most powerful country in the world" does not mean anything if we're having to get everything from everyone else. Anyone ever hear of self reliance? And guess what Obama you should MAKE government companies drill for oil because it's here and there's tons and any geologist will tell you so if you'd listen. And no, you can not just sit and blow and blow and blow and expect the united states to light up. It's not efficient it's a crap waste of money and who cares if the sky turns black, because the world is ending anyway!
7. Feelings on China:
Everyone knows how I feel about asians ;) haha OK but seriously they're gonna take ova if we aren't more careful.
I can't think of any more feelings. Just had to get it out of my system. If I have offended you that's OK. I don't know why everyone has to take everything so personally. I love america because I can believe different things than my friends and I can say exactly how I feel about it. Be who you are. Be what you believe. Vote for Romney.
Thursday, October 25, 2012
Thursday, August 2, 2012
let's see how far we've come
I am finally done with nanny hell. Pardon my language but those are the only words to describe it. Hour after hour, day after day I spent in a seriously strange home. But I don't want to focus on the negative. This experience has taught me so much, and helped me to realize some things I already knew. First things first, before all the boring lessons, it's time for one last Pat Says!
--"The character traits of a puppy are play hard, and sleep hard."
--"Hey you know Nute Gunray from Star Wars? I think Nute is short for nudist." This nearly gave Gavin a heart attack. The kid doesn't believe in humor or sarcasm. Pat goes on to say, "You know, unless we get dog clothes for Bailey, she's a nudist." Gavin tries to explain that dogs don't need clothes because they have fur. I swear Pat should be a lawyer because his response was, "well men have fur and they wear clothes." He's got you there Gavin!
--"Do you want me to tell you some basic physics about spin firing?"
--We found Bailey the dog laying in his mom's closet and then he starts looking around. I ask him what he's looking for and he says, "I gave mom a beautiful cheetah print opened toe thing." I say oh shoes?! I love shoes and he says, "ya they're amazing. I'll find them." He starts opening boxes and he can't find them. But it's ok because, "Oh perfect! I found the purse he got for her." I say oh that's cute. He says, "I know, it's gold inside." I say that is amazing, I want one! He says, "The best part is it was 19.99!"
--The soap has bumps for "gription"
--Pat was telling me about his new gun. All the features and what not. He says, "It's pretty attractive."
--While helping me cook his hotdog for lunch he says, "you know if I jump really high on land and land on the hard ground, I fart every time. The gas just shoots out!"
--At the beginning of summer I was reading a book called Girls in White Dresses. At that time Pat asked me what it was about. A couple of days ago he says, "so how's Girls in White Dresses?" I told him how it ended and he says, "I thought that's how it might end."
Why Pat, why couldn't you have been an only child?!
I can't really put into words how many things I have learned from being an observer in this family. If I am being totally honest though these people are far from a family, and it breaks my heart. I came home many nights crying for those boys. Crying for a mom who was searching to be fulfilled at an office while her children struggled. I cried for a weak marriage. I cry for those boys and all the contention that exists within their home. There is so much sadness that exists in that home which has only made me more grateful for these things:
First I am so grateful for the HOME that I grew up in. For siblings that didn't manipulate me. For laughter and no competition. For parents who greet each other with a hug and kiss. For sugar, and cookies! For no excess of crap. For family dinner. For no sticker charts. For JOKES! For family prayer. For a mom who made me breakfast, lunch, and dinner. For parents who asked me about my day, my dreams, my thoughts. For a mother who was mommy. For a father who was daddy. For wrestling. For homemade play-doh. For believing that Koolaid was delicious and not "too sugary". For TV! For minimal yelling. For all the love that a child deserves. I am grateful my home.
I am grateful for my parents. As I get older I thank Heavenly Father more and more for them. I could not have asked for a better couple. I am grateful for all the love they give me. For being there for me. For disciplining me. For teaching me respect and love. For teaching me about Christ. For teaching me I am a daughter of God. I wish every child knew that. For doing the dirty work without yelling. For following through. For going to the temple as a couple enough times that I know I must do it with Rhett. For praying together. For helping me get to all the places I've come to. I love you both more than I can describe.
I am grateful for my husband. I am grateful for his patience and his love. I do NOT deserve such a perfect and beautiful spirit. I do not know how I tricked him into marrying me, but I thank Heavenly Father every day that he blessed me with Rhett. Being married to him through this experience has made me so excited for the life we are going to share. For the children he will help me raise. For the love that they will know he has for them. For the love that he gives, and will continually give to me. I am grateful for his spiritual strength and example, and for sharing it with me in hard times. I am grateful he is forgiving of my weaknesses.
I am most grateful for my knowledge of Christ. I am so grateful for my knowledge of this Gospel. I know now that the Gospel truly changes lives. I know that the gospel brings happiness. I know that the Gospel brings love into homes, marriages and families. I could feel that missing so much in this home. It made me so sad. I would come home feeling worthless, angry and irritated most every day. I wondered why this experience had to be so challenging. I wondered why I had to take care of such a terrible child. What could he benefit from a babysitter he hated? What could I benefit from a child that I hated? Well when I changed my attitude so did his. I am so glad that I know through the Atonement that these boys are loved, and I learned to love them. I am grateful that I can somehow, after the literal bruises and headaches and heartache that I can look at those boys and say that I love them.
I have learned about myself in more ways than I can describe. I have learned things that I need to work on. I am easily irritated and probably over emotional. I let people effect how I feel about myself. I learned though that it's because I love people a lot more than I thought. I know that is only because of the love I have been shown by my family, my friends, my husband, and especially Christ.
The biggest thing I have learned is about rising above your burdens. Sometimes things in life really suck and you can't change them no matter how hard you try. Sometimes people make your life suck. Sometimes where you live is hotter than hades....But back to burdens. Sometimes there are things you can't control. I've always known that, but I have pretty much always felt in control of my life. This summer was the first time where I really kinda felt out of control. I let my circumstances control who I was. I hope that none of us ever let that happen. If something in your life totally sucks and makes you want to shoot someone every five seconds--get it the h out! You don't need to feel less than you are. You don't need to feel like you have to wade through disappointment and sadness. Get out, get over it and move on. Now obviously there are things you can't control and sometimes you can't get out. But I know now you can rise above. How? Get close to the Lord. He will pull you up.
I am so blessed. I am so happy and SO excited to bring my Pinterest dreams to life in our new apartment back in Provo. But for the time being I have a butt-ton of packing to do and not to mention cleaning.....as well as a party every day with my fam bam here tonight!!!!! But first it's lunch time :)
--"The character traits of a puppy are play hard, and sleep hard."
--"Hey you know Nute Gunray from Star Wars? I think Nute is short for nudist." This nearly gave Gavin a heart attack. The kid doesn't believe in humor or sarcasm. Pat goes on to say, "You know, unless we get dog clothes for Bailey, she's a nudist." Gavin tries to explain that dogs don't need clothes because they have fur. I swear Pat should be a lawyer because his response was, "well men have fur and they wear clothes." He's got you there Gavin!
--"Do you want me to tell you some basic physics about spin firing?"
--We found Bailey the dog laying in his mom's closet and then he starts looking around. I ask him what he's looking for and he says, "I gave mom a beautiful cheetah print opened toe thing." I say oh shoes?! I love shoes and he says, "ya they're amazing. I'll find them." He starts opening boxes and he can't find them. But it's ok because, "Oh perfect! I found the purse he got for her." I say oh that's cute. He says, "I know, it's gold inside." I say that is amazing, I want one! He says, "The best part is it was 19.99!"
--The soap has bumps for "gription"
--Pat was telling me about his new gun. All the features and what not. He says, "It's pretty attractive."
--While helping me cook his hotdog for lunch he says, "you know if I jump really high on land and land on the hard ground, I fart every time. The gas just shoots out!"
--At the beginning of summer I was reading a book called Girls in White Dresses. At that time Pat asked me what it was about. A couple of days ago he says, "so how's Girls in White Dresses?" I told him how it ended and he says, "I thought that's how it might end."
Why Pat, why couldn't you have been an only child?!
I can't really put into words how many things I have learned from being an observer in this family. If I am being totally honest though these people are far from a family, and it breaks my heart. I came home many nights crying for those boys. Crying for a mom who was searching to be fulfilled at an office while her children struggled. I cried for a weak marriage. I cry for those boys and all the contention that exists within their home. There is so much sadness that exists in that home which has only made me more grateful for these things:
First I am so grateful for the HOME that I grew up in. For siblings that didn't manipulate me. For laughter and no competition. For parents who greet each other with a hug and kiss. For sugar, and cookies! For no excess of crap. For family dinner. For no sticker charts. For JOKES! For family prayer. For a mom who made me breakfast, lunch, and dinner. For parents who asked me about my day, my dreams, my thoughts. For a mother who was mommy. For a father who was daddy. For wrestling. For homemade play-doh. For believing that Koolaid was delicious and not "too sugary". For TV! For minimal yelling. For all the love that a child deserves. I am grateful my home.
I am grateful for my parents. As I get older I thank Heavenly Father more and more for them. I could not have asked for a better couple. I am grateful for all the love they give me. For being there for me. For disciplining me. For teaching me respect and love. For teaching me about Christ. For teaching me I am a daughter of God. I wish every child knew that. For doing the dirty work without yelling. For following through. For going to the temple as a couple enough times that I know I must do it with Rhett. For praying together. For helping me get to all the places I've come to. I love you both more than I can describe.
I am grateful for my husband. I am grateful for his patience and his love. I do NOT deserve such a perfect and beautiful spirit. I do not know how I tricked him into marrying me, but I thank Heavenly Father every day that he blessed me with Rhett. Being married to him through this experience has made me so excited for the life we are going to share. For the children he will help me raise. For the love that they will know he has for them. For the love that he gives, and will continually give to me. I am grateful for his spiritual strength and example, and for sharing it with me in hard times. I am grateful he is forgiving of my weaknesses.
I am most grateful for my knowledge of Christ. I am so grateful for my knowledge of this Gospel. I know now that the Gospel truly changes lives. I know that the gospel brings happiness. I know that the Gospel brings love into homes, marriages and families. I could feel that missing so much in this home. It made me so sad. I would come home feeling worthless, angry and irritated most every day. I wondered why this experience had to be so challenging. I wondered why I had to take care of such a terrible child. What could he benefit from a babysitter he hated? What could I benefit from a child that I hated? Well when I changed my attitude so did his. I am so glad that I know through the Atonement that these boys are loved, and I learned to love them. I am grateful that I can somehow, after the literal bruises and headaches and heartache that I can look at those boys and say that I love them.
I have learned about myself in more ways than I can describe. I have learned things that I need to work on. I am easily irritated and probably over emotional. I let people effect how I feel about myself. I learned though that it's because I love people a lot more than I thought. I know that is only because of the love I have been shown by my family, my friends, my husband, and especially Christ.
The biggest thing I have learned is about rising above your burdens. Sometimes things in life really suck and you can't change them no matter how hard you try. Sometimes people make your life suck. Sometimes where you live is hotter than hades....But back to burdens. Sometimes there are things you can't control. I've always known that, but I have pretty much always felt in control of my life. This summer was the first time where I really kinda felt out of control. I let my circumstances control who I was. I hope that none of us ever let that happen. If something in your life totally sucks and makes you want to shoot someone every five seconds--get it the h out! You don't need to feel less than you are. You don't need to feel like you have to wade through disappointment and sadness. Get out, get over it and move on. Now obviously there are things you can't control and sometimes you can't get out. But I know now you can rise above. How? Get close to the Lord. He will pull you up.
I am so blessed. I am so happy and SO excited to bring my Pinterest dreams to life in our new apartment back in Provo. But for the time being I have a butt-ton of packing to do and not to mention cleaning.....as well as a party every day with my fam bam here tonight!!!!! But first it's lunch time :)
Sunday, July 15, 2012
Everyone's gonna love today
My day today has been kinda random. I didn't go into work, yet again for horrific reasons I rather not discuss. My boss wanted to know if I was pregnant. Bah. That's a weird thing to ask right? Ya I thought so. For the record I am not pregnant. After that weird morning I watched some much needed television. Then I started my Pinterest binge. Being home all day gets me really excited about moving into our new place in Provo. I just want a space that is all mine with all of my things. My taste and style. No more creepy Jesus pictures and blankets that are too small. Oh and can I just say how stoked I am to have a microwave?! Super.
During my Pinterest party I found a cute outfit. I thought hey I have those articles of clothing. So here is the Pinterest outfit:
file://localhost/Users/rjwimmer/Desktop/2012%20till%20Now.html
and here is my imitation:
After I got cute for the day I ran to CVS to get razors. I finally caved after using the same one for probably 3 months. Yes I know that is totally gross. Judge me all you want. I also bought a new journal. I have a tradition. I dedicate each of my journals to a person. The last one was dedicated to Rhett. I just so happened to fill it last night. The night before our 1 year mark. I can't wait for the many to come. He put me through a whirlwind but I couldn't love him more.
So I got this really cute journal and I thought of the perfect person to dedicate it to. I am dedicating this journal to my future child. Little Liv. Yes I know that it is creepy. BUT I do have a good reason. I love hearing stories of my parents when they were newlyweds, and I always wished I had a book of their memories and advice to turn to. So I decided that this first year of marriage can be dedicated to my future daughter. (banking on the fact that I am not cursed with all boys!) I am already so excited to fill its pages. I put in tickets from different places we've been too and wrote a little about them. It's so fun! Here is a pic of the cute journal.
After I wrote int he journal I watched Made of Honor. It was kinda naughty at some parts but pretty cute and funny. I give it a B-. It has Patrick Dempsy so ya.
Currently I am waiting for my love to return from work so we can go celebrate our anniversary. What a fun day! Happy Anniversary Rhettly. I love you more than peaches!
During my Pinterest party I found a cute outfit. I thought hey I have those articles of clothing. So here is the Pinterest outfit:
file://localhost/Users/rjwimmer/Desktop/2012%20till%20Now.html
and here is my imitation:
So I got this really cute journal and I thought of the perfect person to dedicate it to. I am dedicating this journal to my future child. Little Liv. Yes I know that it is creepy. BUT I do have a good reason. I love hearing stories of my parents when they were newlyweds, and I always wished I had a book of their memories and advice to turn to. So I decided that this first year of marriage can be dedicated to my future daughter. (banking on the fact that I am not cursed with all boys!) I am already so excited to fill its pages. I put in tickets from different places we've been too and wrote a little about them. It's so fun! Here is a pic of the cute journal.
After I wrote int he journal I watched Made of Honor. It was kinda naughty at some parts but pretty cute and funny. I give it a B-. It has Patrick Dempsy so ya.
Currently I am waiting for my love to return from work so we can go celebrate our anniversary. What a fun day! Happy Anniversary Rhettly. I love you more than peaches!
Tuesday, July 10, 2012
Pat Says
Patrick and Gavin pretend to hate when I sing songs about what we're doing and about them. Secretly I know they love it. I was singing a song about Patrick while we were doing a puzzle. I said he's so full of romance. For some reason he thought this meant that his pants were full of romance?? He starts cracking up. And then like 10 minutes later he goes that was funny when you said my pants are full of romance. Then he tells me, "YOUR PANTS ARE FULL OF ROMANCE!" I think it's funny to me for different reasons than it is funny to him.
Well lucky me since I started this singing what we're doing tradition, Gavin decides to pitch in. He starts singing to me, "eat your underwear" to the tune of hot cross buns. Pat says, "I've done that. They taste pretty good." I say, "You ate my undies?!" He says he has eaten his too. I asked him what they taste like and he says very nonchalant, "tastes like salty candy. Salty candy."
A few days later I was looking at a book of famous pictures from LIFE magazine. Pat climbs up next to me and sees a picture of soldiers telling people to leave their homes. He asks me, "Is this what's happening in Syria?" Me, not expecting him to ask that, give him a look like huh? he then says, "the Syrian government is killing their own people." Then he went back to looking at his book.
I think my favorite thing is he has no idea how hilarious he is. He is one smart cookie.
Well lucky me since I started this singing what we're doing tradition, Gavin decides to pitch in. He starts singing to me, "eat your underwear" to the tune of hot cross buns. Pat says, "I've done that. They taste pretty good." I say, "You ate my undies?!" He says he has eaten his too. I asked him what they taste like and he says very nonchalant, "tastes like salty candy. Salty candy."
A few days later I was looking at a book of famous pictures from LIFE magazine. Pat climbs up next to me and sees a picture of soldiers telling people to leave their homes. He asks me, "Is this what's happening in Syria?" Me, not expecting him to ask that, give him a look like huh? he then says, "the Syrian government is killing their own people." Then he went back to looking at his book.
I think my favorite thing is he has no idea how hilarious he is. He is one smart cookie.
Tuesday, June 12, 2012
Pat Says
Gavin and Patrick wanted to have a nerf gun war. Normal young boy activity. Lucky for them many years of babysitting Justin and Dylan helped me go pro in that arena.
Now Gavin has to make everything into a competition because otherwise it is not fun. Patrick however just wants to run around and be crazy. No winners, no losers. Gavin was trying to convince him that having lives is the best way to play. Patrick proposed that instead of 10 lives we each only have 1. Gavin says, "that would be no fun because then it's one shot and you're dead".
Patrick very seriously says, "Gavin. You know how hard it is to be in the army?? One shot and you're dead." Then he stands up and walks away.
You go Patrick.
Now Gavin has to make everything into a competition because otherwise it is not fun. Patrick however just wants to run around and be crazy. No winners, no losers. Gavin was trying to convince him that having lives is the best way to play. Patrick proposed that instead of 10 lives we each only have 1. Gavin says, "that would be no fun because then it's one shot and you're dead".
Patrick very seriously says, "Gavin. You know how hard it is to be in the army?? One shot and you're dead." Then he stands up and walks away.
You go Patrick.
Sunday, June 3, 2012
This week on Pat Says
So my little buddy Patrick (I like to call him Pat) just keeps getting funnier each day. I am going to make routine blogposts called "Pat Says", for anyone who is interested--they will be about Patrick and the wonderful things he says.
On Friday, Patrick and Gavin were super wired. They are making a new sticker chart (they get a certain amount of stickers for good behavior). Gavin was very serious about it, but Patrick was going nuts. He was running through the house and HE FOUND A CANDY! Now mind you that candy in this house is a mint. YUM!
Now that he had his candy, of course he had to make up a song about his candy. He's running through the house, ruining Gavin's concentration and marker statue creation thing. I was just about peeing myself and then this came out to the tune of "Oh Susanna"--"what would I do with a chicken pie? I would eat it of course!"
Now Gavin is older and OBVIOUSLY much wiser than Patrick, so he has to point out that singing about chicken pies in a song about candy doesn't really make sense. My heart started breaking, and I suddenly had flashbacks to telling Jacob that "here my are" is incorrect grammar and that he needs to say "here I am"...and my mom immediately saying DON'T TELL HIM THAT! I can't wait to be a mom and teach my kids to let their siblings sound retarded.
Well anyway, back to the story...Patrick stops humming. Looks Gavin straight in the face and says "turkey pies and chicken tarts." He says this like candy and chicken are brothers and Gavin must be crazy. I mean I think he was joking...ya I am pretty sure.
After he calmed down a bit he comes up to me and says , "Did you know that Gavin and I used to own a back massage place (pauses) in our house? (Looks at the ground) Just for mommy and daddy. (Pauses and looks up and says in a secretish way) I don't think it'd be a good idea to go public."
Yes he's hilarious. Yes there will be more. Now go change your pants because I am pretty sure you just wet yourself.
On Friday, Patrick and Gavin were super wired. They are making a new sticker chart (they get a certain amount of stickers for good behavior). Gavin was very serious about it, but Patrick was going nuts. He was running through the house and HE FOUND A CANDY! Now mind you that candy in this house is a mint. YUM!
Now that he had his candy, of course he had to make up a song about his candy. He's running through the house, ruining Gavin's concentration and marker statue creation thing. I was just about peeing myself and then this came out to the tune of "Oh Susanna"--"what would I do with a chicken pie? I would eat it of course!"
Now Gavin is older and OBVIOUSLY much wiser than Patrick, so he has to point out that singing about chicken pies in a song about candy doesn't really make sense. My heart started breaking, and I suddenly had flashbacks to telling Jacob that "here my are" is incorrect grammar and that he needs to say "here I am"...and my mom immediately saying DON'T TELL HIM THAT! I can't wait to be a mom and teach my kids to let their siblings sound retarded.
Well anyway, back to the story...Patrick stops humming. Looks Gavin straight in the face and says "turkey pies and chicken tarts." He says this like candy and chicken are brothers and Gavin must be crazy. I mean I think he was joking...ya I am pretty sure.
After he calmed down a bit he comes up to me and says , "Did you know that Gavin and I used to own a back massage place (pauses) in our house? (Looks at the ground) Just for mommy and daddy. (Pauses and looks up and says in a secretish way) I don't think it'd be a good idea to go public."
Yes he's hilarious. Yes there will be more. Now go change your pants because I am pretty sure you just wet yourself.
Thursday, May 31, 2012
stranger days
I thought I might update the public about what it is like to be a nanny for 2 boy geniuses.
Patrick (6) the other day on our walk to soccer was telling me alll about his favorite flower--gerber daisies-- (just so happens they are my favorite flower too!)
Well as it would turn out hydrangeas are also a very pretty flower (especially the blue ones) but their scent is not as strong as gerber daisies. There is a flower that has a better scent than both of them, but he can't remember the name. Luckily we passed by one of them on the way home so we could stop and smell it! He also asked me about this curious leaf we saw. He saw one like it before and figured they were probably a related species.
Oh and his favorite color is magenta....does this worry anyone else?
A few days after that he was showing me all of his MANY star wars ships, where their guns are, telling me about how powerful they are etc. He really likes this one ship...of course I can't remember the name...anyway, he really likes it because it's very maneuverable and when it fires, it's basically a cartwheel of bullets!
Gavin (9) told me yesterday that we should set up bank accounts for cows. No I am not even kidding you. He said that since we use their milk they should get money put in an account to pay them for their services. Without laughing (serious skill) I asked him what a cow would do with money. I got him there! He said well their owners would use the money for the cows to have better grains and living conditions. I didn't have the guts to tell him that cows eat their own poop and roll in it, and could probably care less if they have whole grains or recycled grains.
Smart kids. That's for sure.
Patrick (6) the other day on our walk to soccer was telling me alll about his favorite flower--gerber daisies-- (just so happens they are my favorite flower too!)
Well as it would turn out hydrangeas are also a very pretty flower (especially the blue ones) but their scent is not as strong as gerber daisies. There is a flower that has a better scent than both of them, but he can't remember the name. Luckily we passed by one of them on the way home so we could stop and smell it! He also asked me about this curious leaf we saw. He saw one like it before and figured they were probably a related species.
Oh and his favorite color is magenta....does this worry anyone else?
A few days after that he was showing me all of his MANY star wars ships, where their guns are, telling me about how powerful they are etc. He really likes this one ship...of course I can't remember the name...anyway, he really likes it because it's very maneuverable and when it fires, it's basically a cartwheel of bullets!
Gavin (9) told me yesterday that we should set up bank accounts for cows. No I am not even kidding you. He said that since we use their milk they should get money put in an account to pay them for their services. Without laughing (serious skill) I asked him what a cow would do with money. I got him there! He said well their owners would use the money for the cows to have better grains and living conditions. I didn't have the guts to tell him that cows eat their own poop and roll in it, and could probably care less if they have whole grains or recycled grains.
Smart kids. That's for sure.
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