Wednesday, June 13, 2012

Choices and Invitations

I have problems with my identity...I guess everyone does. I feel like mine goes much deeper though. I know that the Lord has everything happen for a reason but sometimes I get upset of why he put me in the situation I'm in now. Then comes the knowledge that in the pre-mortal life I had chosen this, I had accepted all the challenges that were set before me. I was willing enough to endure the trails I was to face to get back to him. You see I am a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints and I truly believe that this church was set up for us to return to our Heavenly Father.
Now, I bet you are wondering what oh so difficult things I've had to deal with. I don't know if I can tell you all yet but it's pretty big to me.
In this life we have choices..choices we have make and trials to face. We only pray that we will have the strength to get through the storm.

Yesterday, the young single adults in our ward were given a little fire side by our bishopric. We were told a story about a man who everyday made a choice to be positive and happy and helped everyone else to do so. Then one day he was held at gun point, and as he was opening the cash register at his work he fumbled and dropped the keys. The burglars panicked and shot him. Luckily short after people found him and he was rushed to the hospital there everyone was looking at him like a dead man. While being asked a question by a loud nurse about what he was allergic to he said he was allergic to bullets. The frantic medics just laughed by this mans attitude. He then told them to work on him as if he was a living patient who was going to make it through then a futile effort to work on a dying patient.
With much success they were able to revive the  man and get him back on his feet. Later the narrator came to visit the man and asked him how he was doing. He said If I was any better I'd be dead...wanna see my scars?
The narrator laughed and learned a valuable lesson from this optimistic man. This man had chosen his fate based on what he chose to  invite into him. He invited optimism and good outcomes rather than inviting something that could potentially pull him down.
I have a choice to invite these feelings of sadness pull me down or I could chose upliftment from my life my family and my church. I chose the latter. I love what I have and everything comes only with an invitation. You invite things into your head to uplift you, bring you down- now I'm not saying you invite bad luck to yourself but you choose to live in what you invite. Be aware you always have a choice to send and invitation or turn one away.
Okay, now I'm going to relate this to sweaters. It's become bit of a theme and inside joke based actually. You have a choice to be optimistic about your sweater but also remember to invite the sweater. Be open to the thought of a new thing a new opportunity. Things come when you ask and invite them to yourself just be sure that it fits first. I invite you to make your own choices.
Be friendly.
Be loving.
Be YOU.
love*love*love*
Stacie D.
You'll get there eventually too!

Friday, June 8, 2012

*Life Is A Zoo*

As of yesterday we celebrated my dear friend Brianne's birthday. I'm sure you've heard enough of Brianne and Jenette but as of now you will hear even more! They are quite a fixture in my life. The party started at nine o clock and I headed out to Seat Covers Plus, this is our meeting ground! We all show up and leave for the zoo with no stops but for food, fourwheeler parts and snacks.
When we finally leave the valley we are rocking out to some Kelly Clarkston. We drive through many places to get to our final destination which is HOGLE ZOO! Yuss, we are going to see all the animals. I will show you some pictures along the way... which were taken yesterday.
I apologize for the bad quality I don't carry a camera I carry my cell phone and it does okay.


LEAVING THE VALLEY! FINALLY!
Zuri The Babiest of all the elephants!!!

Man Gorilla I mean lazy man gorilla

These porcupines were licking each other like crazy. DROSS



Creeper picture of bri and jen



THE BIRTHDAY GIRLLL BRIANNE!

Jenette

Stacie D. ( ME)

I'm navajo and so is this sheep, we're practically family.

 So after we leave the zoo we Head off the NEW CITY CREEK MALL where we spend more time than we should in FOREVER 21 and LUSH. Sorry I didn't take any pictures there I was too distracted by all the clothes!


 Later we leave and this is our food. Let me tell you ZUPA'S was delicious and this cake was delicious as well. I had quite an adventure yesterday and when I finally got home I tell you I was drained. I went straight to bed at 10:45 pm which is quite early for this girl. I tell you not to forget life's sweet fruits and all the blessings you receive...like this cake. Quite a blessing indeed. I decided to leave ya on something sweet. Eat with your eyes baby. Eat with your eyes.

love* love*love
~ Stacie D!
YOU'LL GET THERE EVENTUALLY TOO!

Wednesday, June 6, 2012

*Endeavor for the Best Sweater*

Do you ever have that silly moment where you see something you like and you just go "Oh, I've got to have it," then you flip over that price tag...and it's not in your budget. Or see that it doesn't come in your size or it just isn't in stock at that time. You search all over the store for that same item and you just don't find it. You find things very similar but it's just not it and you'd be heart broken if you didn't get it.
This is how I feel about boys/ men / guys- whatever the heck they want to be called. Okay, I know guys aren't cute sweaters or a material object but you know it's the same concept. It's complicated, all of it is! It's quite exasperating really. So, in essence what I've been doing is saving up my money to buy a really good sweater who if it's cozy enough I may marry in the temple.
I just don't want to end up like those girls who buy a sweater take it home try it on, figure out they don't like it, return it then start all over again. A used sweater gets frayed and ruined going to all kinds of homes again and then one day they just end up in the thrift store all ratty torn up. I don't want to be one of these girls because they break hearts recklessly. It seems like an awful situation an impatient girl who is sick and tired of trying on sweaters and a poor heart broken guy who's been around the block a few more times than he should of. Too much damaged goods. You can just see the endless racks of sweaters in the clothes aisle a lot of them missing buttons with ruined zippers/ drawstrings. I want to find a sweater without being one of these girls who goes through sweaters like they are nothing.

Possible outcomes: The good :)
  • Best scenario the sweater finds a home with a stylish girl who loves it patches up the holes and wears it again.
  • Good- smells good and fits
  • Was everything you were expecting
  • Fits your entire family 
 Possible outcomes: The bad :(
  • Worst scenario...you become the ripped sweater.
  • Shoppers remorse ( it looked better in the store)
  • Label is wrong ( extra things you weren't expecting like say...issues)
  • You thought it was wool but its actually steel wool ( mean and nasty- not for anyone)
  • The sweater was 50 dollars more than you expected then rips the next day.
This is what I've been afraid of, being the ripped sweater who no one can fix. I want to be a well kept sweater who smells good- you know the kind that just came out of the dryer and still smells like dryer sheets.  This means you have to be temple worthy  and loving to find a sweater of your same aptitude- henceforth increasing your odds.

WARNING: Please, readers/ sisters/ anyone. Don't waste all yourself on a terrible sweater. This will only lead to heart break. Make sure you read the label, see the red flags. Ask yourself is this sweater worth my time? Could this sweater take me to where I want to go?  Don't force fit a sweater and say it will stretch out some only do this depending on the fabric. You can't always fix a sweater, in fact some sweaters may not even want to be fixed. Don't settle...just don't. Get your money and times worth for it. Don't get desperate- desperation leads to bad purchases. When in doubt pray about it, ponder and read your scriptures. If you already have a sweater and it's not good for you, please within your power do something about it. Tell someone. GET RID OF IT. 


Even if you do find a sweater that didn't exactly fit you and you put it back on the hanger and let someone else have it, I hope you know there is another sweater that will fit you better in fact- Heavenly Father designed it for you.  You are beautiful and worth it.

Know there is a whole STOREFULL of sweaters!!
Don't be afraid to let go of old sweaters it may be good for you. 

Old sweaters that were "okay"- even though they may itch a little- have given you experience...preparing you along the way for many other things..better things. The things that are in store will be worthwhile for you!

-The SWEATER COMMITTEE
( I will add to this someday...) 


I had this sweater situation. I saw something I liked and I'm wondering if the sweater is my size within my budget and worth the trouble. I can't say exactly what this sweater looked like but let me say, it was a very nice sweater. My question is, how do I get the sweater? What if this sweater would fit much better on other girls? Would I even like the sweater still after I bought it and saw the care label?
All I can do is look in my closet ( very empty closet in this case) and try and see what fit me best and what I liked most. Eugh, but looking into my closet I find some really yucky stuff. As I sift through those I hope to find an extra hanger for this new sweater. Wish me luck on this endeavor for the best sweater. Oh and if you are looking too, I wish you luck for your endeavor for the best sweater!

*love* love* love*
~Stacie D.
You'll get there eventually too! 

Monday, June 4, 2012

Issues with Small Talk.

Scottsdale, Madrid, Canvas, Tweed, Vinyl, Camo, Laminate Velor, Neoprene, Zebra Print Velor...
This is what I do...for four hours a day. I go through these nine seat cover types and string them together box them and send them out. I didn't think I'd get tired of it it, but eventually I just have a permanently furrowed brow. People ask me why I'm shy and I have no idea why. I'm not shy. Not really at all. I'm in a place full of people older than me and I just rather wouldn't talk to them about my life. They don't seem to understand that though.
I don't really like making small talk..in general.