Little Girl

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A New Blog

I decided to start a new blog for all the creating I do. It's called "Creation Adventures". I decided I would separate. This blog about life. That blog about creating. Enjoy.

{making, miguel, miracles}

it's been awhile...my bad.
First thing, I love charms. They are all little pieces of memories for me. I put the newest pieces together on my bracelet and my mom’s today. With the list of charms that I need to replace… I’ve been doing a lot of looking and I want more. They are so. much. fun. ANYONE know of how to get sterling silver charms online for cheap(er)?! I've been looking.....but it'll cost a BOAT.LOAD. in order to order all the ones I want. =/

Second thing, my most wonderful brother Elder Michael David Adamson has come home. {Riverside California Mission} a photo blog to come later. --- I wasn’t overly excited. I was mostly a little nervous that it would be awkward. I’d known how awkward my guy friends had been, so I thought it would be for him. Turns out…it wasn’t too bad. (It’s like he said… “She’s my sister!) He has felt a little bit lost within the 24 hours he’s been home. He misses California. A lot I think. I’ve been worried (along with my Mother) that he hasn’t been eating like he normally did. He’s developed acid reflux. Go figure. Runs in the family. He’s acted like himself so far. Not seeming too weird. Except the eating thing. He ate better tonight. He’s supposed to meet friends tonight, so I’m excited for him.

Lastly, our dear friend and neighbor Craig Perry is in remission from cancer! I BELIEVE IN MIRACLES! Our God truly is a god of miracles. We’ll continue to pray for them. But he went for his PET scan last week and his cancer doctor said he’s cancer free. He has a large lump still in his body so they sent him to a surgeon to continue his treatment and continue to monitor him. I’m very excited and happy for them.

Word Regurgitation

I just want to have a direction.
I have nothing to channel my juices right now. First it was dance. It became apparent after awhile that THAT was not my path. It taught me so many things. Discipline, passion, emotion, expression. I still love it. Next came dental assisting. I learned that my hands are key to happiness. If they are busy, my mind in engaged. Equaling happiness. That is still apart of life. Thankfully, it has become a vehicle in funding my life. After that came interior design. I love design. It has changed the way I view the world. A few years later; in the 'here and now', it has became apparent that THAT is not my path.

I have a few great examples. Take my friend Ashley Sargent. Many of my design friends will know her. Her parents live here in my home stake. She's a BYU Idaho Design graduate. She's completely talented and brilliant. She's currently living in Seattle, designing, working her tail off and living an awesome single life.

Another great example is Melissa Nickle. View her success here. She's the same way. She's made a name for herself as well. She's completely talented and doing great things with the talents she's been handed.

Can't I be like them?! This is what I want!

Will the rest of my life be this search to find something to suffice my creative juices?! Will the 'beginning again' phase ever really end? Is there something out there that will settle my creative soul? I guess I need to pull it together.

What I've Been Taught

I've been thinking about how interesting it is that time changes so many things.
Something that floated around FB this last week:

My curfew was the yard light at my house, my mom didn't call my cell, she called my name, I played outside w/ friends, not online. If I didn't eat what mom cooked, I didn't eat. Sanitizer didn't exist, but you COULD get your mouth washed out w/ soap. I rode a bike w/o helmet, getting dirty was OK, & neighbors cared as much as your parents. Re- post if you drank water from a garden hose & survived!

I got this next one from my sweet friend Leslie Nelson (she posted on FB some time ago.) Her beautiful daughter is one of my dearest friends Paige who've I mentioned in previous blogs. This appeared in a news article. I don't know who wrote it or what newspaper, but I love it.

Different Drug Problem
Editors Note: The following letter has appeared on the Internet and viewed by many readers. Many felt it would be appropriate for the readers of Avoyelles Parish.

The other day, someone at a store in our town read that a Methamphetamine lab had been found in an old farmhouse in the adjoining county and he asked me a rhetorical question, "Why didn't we have a drug problem when you and I were growing up?"

I replied, I had a drug problem when I was young: I was drug to church on Sunday morning. I was drug to church for weddings and funerals. I was drug to family reunions and community socials no matter the weather. I was drug by my ears when I was disrespectful to adults. I was also drug to the woodshed when I disobeyed my parents, told a lie, brought home a bad report card, did not speak with respect, spoke ill of the teacher or the preacher, or if I didn't put forth the best effort in everything that was asked of me. I was drug to the kitchen sink to have my mouth washed out with soap if I uttered a profanity. I was drug out to pull weeds in mom's garden and flower bed and cockleburs out of dada's fields. I was drug to homes of family, friends and neighbors to help out some poor soul who had no one to mow the yard, repair the clothesline, or chop some fire wood, and, if my mother had ever known that I took a single dime as a tip for this kindness, she would have drug me back to the woodshed.

Those drugs are still in my veins and they affect my behavior in everything I do, say or think. They are stronger than cocaine, crack, or heroine; and if today's children had this kind of drug problem, America would be a much better place. God bless the parents that drugged us.

Credit where Credit is Due...

Much love to Kirsten for teaching me and taking the time to teach the rest of us. I now have a better blog thanks to her :)

Birthday Boy. Are you really 17?!

On Cinco de Mayo, most people celebrate Mexico; or simply look for an excuse to party. Well, WE celebrate THIS kid. He's one of my BEST friends and biggest comforts in life. And I simply wouldn't know what to do without him. I love you Puma.