Why DJ Lance would make a good president


Meet DJ Lance, star of the Nickelodeon show Yo Gabba Gabba and my sons’ favorite Television host.

Since I’m quite confident this is something you have not previously considered, I thought it would be of some value to bring to your attention a short list of reasons why I believe he would make a great—or at least better—American president.

•He encourages strong family values, which are severely lacking into today’s world.

•He promotes healthy living habits, which is apparent from his track suit.  These include such things as balanced diet, getting enough rest, adequate exercise, good oral hygiene, as well as emotional health and happiness.

•He’s an advocate for equal rights and accepting each others’ differences.

•He hopes to contribute to the advancement of a green world.

•He embraces creativity and adventure, while supporting a proper formal education.

•He has impressive public speaking skills; he speaks very clearly and never stammers or fumbles his words.

•He works along side Gabba creator, Christian Jacobs, who is Mormon, which means he has a strong understanding and support of religious differences.

•While my knowledge of his stance on foreign policy is very limited, I imagine it would include such words as “peace”, “compromise”, and “sharing”.

•And if the way a president LOOKS is important to you, I think its pretty clear that he would fit right in.

Barak Obama-United States-Politics


Write in Lance Robertson for Election 2016.  DJ Lance for President!

Empty-nester List

There’s a recurring theme in my life right now.  Everything around me is telling me to slow down and simplify.  I am even telling myself that, but I’m not really listening.

Last Sunday at church I learned three lessons:

  1. Talking too much is exhausting; being quiet conserves energy
  2. No matter our circumstance, we can make it a peaceful one
  3. There is great power in a Christ-centered home

These 3 lessons remind me of one thing: there are too many things in my life that I think are the end of the world.  I want to briefly relay the stories in the lessons that helped to teach me this one thing.

•Several weeks ago, a woman ran a 5K with her young daughter.  At the start of the race the mother decided that it would be helpful to her daughter if she gave her something to keep her mind off the distance.  She began to tell stories, set goals, and explain ways to conserve energy.  Eventually, the little girl said “Mom, talking doesn’t conserve energy”.  Lesson learned.

“Why are we embarassed by silence?  What comfort do we find in all the noise?” -Mitch Albom, Tuesdays with Morrie

•174 years ago, a man was persecuted and arrested for his religious beliefs.  After several months in jail with seemingly no hope of relief, this man pleads to his Heavenly Father in prayer asking how long he will be asked to suffer this awful oppression.  God speaks peace to his heart, ensuring him that this will be such a short time but will benefit so many.  His name was Joseph Smith.  Perhaps we have to be placed in lonely and difficult circumstances in order to force us to find a minute to listen.

•An apostle for my church (The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints), Elder Richard G. Scott, said in a talk:

Many voices from the world in which we live tell us we should live at a frantic pace. There is always more to do and more to accomplish. Yet deep inside each of us is a need to have a place of refuge where peace and serenity prevail, a place where we can reset, regroup, and re-energize to prepare for future pressures.

He explains that we can achieve this by teaching our children to be trustworthy, accountable, loving members of our family and of society, and reminds us that there is a season for everything and that we don’t need to simultaneously do all things at once.

I can’t imagine that someone lives at a more frantic pace than I do.  When people ask how I stay so skinny my auto-response is always “Well I don’t ever sit down and I don’t have time to eat”.  Even just thinking about having a “place of refuge where peace and serenity prevail” gives me a calm feeling.  So in order to achieve that, I’ve decided to make a list (I love lists!).  And not a “bucket list” like I mentioned in the last post, but a list of things I want to accomplish while I have my children here with me.  As much as I hate to admit it, people are dead on when they tell me this season will go by so fast and I should enjoy every moment.  I want to enjoy this season.  I need to have goals, things that make me excited to get up in the morning.

Goal #1: Go out with my husband more.  I think I’ll start today.  Thanks in advance to my mother-in-law for watching the little ones.


Girl By Herself

ImageI LOVE this book.  It was one of my favorites as a little kid and in fact this is the original copy, as you can see by the label, which reads “Barnes & Noble $3.36”.  When was the last time you saw a price like that?  I’ve read this book to my daughter since she was born and I still read it to my 3 older kids.

I’m going to read it to you now.

There are times when a bear has to be alone with himself, to think his own thoughts and sing his own songs.  He must pause and enjoy: listening to the quiet, smelling the rain, or talking to a river.  He likes to watch the wind in the high trees, sail his kite–alone and free–or do nothing at all!  He lies in the thick grass with the sun hot on his fur and remembers: misty dim mornings and cool winter breezes, warm little rooms where the fire pleases.  He has a secret place where no one can find him and worlds to explore in his own backyard.  He loves window-shopping on late afternoons and the lamplighter lighting the night.  As the evening deepens to darkness, there is his own friendly house to come home to with his books and his toys and his own soft bed.  He feels the dark and sleeps–and dreams.

I’d like to be a lot like this bear, except less furry and more girly.  I’ve put all of these things on my bucket list.  Life really should be just that simple.

Synergy, Assembly Lines, and a song

If you’ve seen the movie The Impossible, then you vividly remember the very long tsunami scene where the mother is being thrown around under the water with absolutely no control over what she gets hit by, gasping for breath every time she comes to the surface but then just as quickly being pulled back under and tossed around some more.  When everything “calms down”, she is pretty beat up, unable to fully comprehend what just happened to her but still forcing herself to move forward, unsure of whether another wave will quickly come and sweep her under again.

Now I don’t mean to compare my trials to what the victims of a tsunami go through by any means.  But this is without a doubt the best way I can describe what is going on in my head most of the time.  Complete uncontrollable chaos.  Trust me, I get many MANY people telling me how lucky I am, or giving me advice on how to combat the demands of motherhood with young children, or telling me I just have to accept that this is “survival mode” time.  I don’t know what’s wrong with me.

But this is how I survive a day.

syn•er•gy |ˈsinərjē|)
The interaction or cooperation of two or more organizations, substances, or other agents to produce a combined effect greater than the sum of their separate effects.

For example, I keep my kids on a strict schedule that includes a nap.  If we miss out on nap time that day may as well have not existed, for any of us.

But nap time alone doesn’t make for a successful day.  I’ve found that without a doubt if I do not change out of my pj’s BEFORE I go into the kids room in the morning, I am already regretting it by breakfast time.

This co-op also includes but is not limited to having a meal plan, keeping an open mind about how long it will be before daddy comes home, not looking at the clock, saying “yes” sometimes, having a great mother-in-law, breathing, and praying.  Lots of praying.  Do I do all of these things? Rarely to never.

What I DO do numerous times daily is accomplish a lot of menial tasks in a mechanical sort of fashion.  Take diaper changing for example: diapers and wipes to my right, 3 blankets on floor, 3 boys on blankets, bottoms off, wipe, diaper, bottoms off, wipe diaper, bottoms off, wipe, diaper.  If I have time I’ll put the bottoms back on but usually the first 2 are up and running before I get the chance.  I’ll chase them down later.  And sometimes I get a chance to throw away the dirty diapers, but not always.  Lunch time is much the same.

Of course, what I added to my regime the last few days was covering the cups song.  I did this during nap time, bedtime, occasionally for a couple of minutes while the boys were strapped in eating lunch, in the morning while they hollered at me to come get them out of bed, basically any chance I got.  And as promised, here it is…

Cups (When I’m Gone)

It really did work.  In fact, I had a moment where I was rocking baby in his room and as I stared into his gorgeous eyes, smiling even, I actually said to him out loud “maybe you’ll have a little sister one day”.

In the movie there were many peaceful moments between the parents and their children, or one of the parents and a new friend, where despite the hardships they were okay.  Most importantly there were so many kind people along their journey whose service, in the end, reunited the family.

Whether or not the chaos ensuing daily for me is really happening or only in my head, there are moments of peace, and people, that I am very grateful for.

A place for me

The inspiration for starting this blog, and for titling it as such, came from somewhere that can explain the blog’s purpose much better than I could attempt to.

I need a place where I can go

Where I can whisper what I know

Where I can whisper who I like

And where I go to see them

I need a place where I can hide

Where no one sees my life inside

Where I can make my plans, and write them down

So I can read them

A place where I can bid my heart be still

And it will mind me

A place where I can go when I am lost

And there I’ll find me

I need a place to spend the day

Where no one says to go or stay

Where I can take my pen and draw

The girl I mean to be