tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2863473525399590762024-02-06T19:29:55.564-08:00Flynn FamilyThe family of Pete and Emily FlynnEmilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15654310617678430253noreply@blogger.comBlogger158125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286347352539959076.post-24458675898354391222023-01-10T19:09:00.003-08:002023-01-10T19:10:16.464-08:00Long Time no See<p> So Pete showed me one of my old posts and reminded me that this blog is here. I have been feeling like I need to blog again, but I have been trying to decide what kind of blog I want to do. Do I want to continue to blog about my family, or to blog about thoughts that I have about different aspects of life? Do I want to continue on this page or start another? </p><p>We'll just have to figure it out and go from here.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfX5LXkxj73WBaTJWN2-RAzO6KoYSJ6mfC0730WMLnuwu6gbVogsPUMA6uW4Me8hIyZwHUzu8RaAtePZL243X4p8RxKW7f-gM-82NxkBTeriU6TuduYLsyUmcBD-vE8cY9s3TB0cW2-Mp9mGfPNkTs0s265MfJ24coIZS4bb_r5ZpQYpGddWU9TtZv3w/s4032/IMG_4325.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfX5LXkxj73WBaTJWN2-RAzO6KoYSJ6mfC0730WMLnuwu6gbVogsPUMA6uW4Me8hIyZwHUzu8RaAtePZL243X4p8RxKW7f-gM-82NxkBTeriU6TuduYLsyUmcBD-vE8cY9s3TB0cW2-Mp9mGfPNkTs0s265MfJ24coIZS4bb_r5ZpQYpGddWU9TtZv3w/s320/IMG_4325.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Well, first thing, this picture is a year old, but shows my three boys happy and healthy. It is not the most recent one that I have, but it is one I haven't shared. From left to right we have Henry, Wyatt, and Jackson.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Jackson graduated from Caldwell High School in May of 2021. He was proud of that accomplishment and now we are trying to figure out his next move. He is considering his options. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgN5SbEgWBU5fNHMEOTp52Z2b-Lj3pAhT1eH2s9EJBtYF02IWBSxZ_wec27tpLkxDaMNiNFf7NqFmlCFvchCJpnLZgPAud77rTg1vGep-YSJspBNQuo6cJjvZs4uoiPBf6acY-x-zeYhQs3Evz-eMl3e78lCuCUrnSjRhVuHN6x332vwFUCIMdlPcrY-Q/s4032/IMG_3112.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgN5SbEgWBU5fNHMEOTp52Z2b-Lj3pAhT1eH2s9EJBtYF02IWBSxZ_wec27tpLkxDaMNiNFf7NqFmlCFvchCJpnLZgPAud77rTg1vGep-YSJspBNQuo6cJjvZs4uoiPBf6acY-x-zeYhQs3Evz-eMl3e78lCuCUrnSjRhVuHN6x332vwFUCIMdlPcrY-Q/s320/IMG_3112.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Wyatt is a senior at Elevate Academy. He is working towards graduation, but is loving woodworking and loving his firefighting classes. He has been accepted to UI, ISU, BSU, CWI, and LCSC. He is definitely weighing his options and considering which program he wants to study. He is also considering trade programs. He has been having fun with a lathe and has been turning pens, and trying to help me figure out crochet hooks. If he thinks he can build it, he is definitely going to try. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><img alt="" border="0" class="placeholder" id="c39c968d885eb" src="https://www.blogger.com/img/transparent.gif" style="background-color: #d8d8d8; background-image: url('https://fonts.gstatic.com/s/i/materialiconsextended/insert_photo/v6/grey600-24dp/1x/baseline_insert_photo_grey600_24dp.png'); background-position: center; background-repeat: no-repeat; opacity: 0.6;" /></div><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKtT8RmfLlt3g0m6OqlXhRoLfa8f-9R1KoJuAMCU5oTJ_o90cvon4qL7cR1NPboPXSHE3hCpvxNaTD6yhVc214TTS0Mai1gu8ymUjVS_I3Qkf5KZP8j7IDHy_CWfVptRoKRp4cWKlFJdU502qXgOokVP3QmZP-hQ5dc91ow-egCKeQGVzi2UskXkZkeA/s4032/IMG_5255%202.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKtT8RmfLlt3g0m6OqlXhRoLfa8f-9R1KoJuAMCU5oTJ_o90cvon4qL7cR1NPboPXSHE3hCpvxNaTD6yhVc214TTS0Mai1gu8ymUjVS_I3Qkf5KZP8j7IDHy_CWfVptRoKRp4cWKlFJdU502qXgOokVP3QmZP-hQ5dc91ow-egCKeQGVzi2UskXkZkeA/s320/IMG_5255%202.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><br />Henry is doing well in fourth grade. He loves his teacher and his class. He always wants to ask you a question and will come up with some thoughtful answers to things. He keeps himself busy and tries to fit right in with both his brothers. He also fancies himself an internet star. Check out the video below</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxU8yasnNuh_kEzqBkaaB51F9ZNhqNrh_uBU6PgTHzv5zCIh2OI-xBYZzTVh1-M5-q4UO-02dXqakVS8krAsg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Pete and I are going on 20 years and trying to keep this crew going, but more on that later. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><br /><p><br /></p><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_GZIGKMDISPzNQ2QuMeoTNte1ijloGlh3doQgmZigv_4_dPkD1RCOLYbIErE9Gxf4Nwq4Z2b_XAxakWteLzGxxqMmrnDpBn3yraIzkZJ7sD2UwJUuoE5As1LnUXcGIY2glJ2dSehlTj8COsZAgxn0maIpNkpsKNYtIIxRSoSooshmtnwc-t7PtFR-bQ/s3088/IMG_5089%202.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3088" data-original-width="2316" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_GZIGKMDISPzNQ2QuMeoTNte1ijloGlh3doQgmZigv_4_dPkD1RCOLYbIErE9Gxf4Nwq4Z2b_XAxakWteLzGxxqMmrnDpBn3yraIzkZJ7sD2UwJUuoE5As1LnUXcGIY2glJ2dSehlTj8COsZAgxn0maIpNkpsKNYtIIxRSoSooshmtnwc-t7PtFR-bQ/s320/IMG_5089%202.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2DHOzjLKu_ZnsByRig_1x1Qu7rPuhxez_Iwobfe0ftf8Dfm5Laex-AEfVe80O4eUalx-BlEnXklh-rBb3FmttYOywymeYS-Hg1DBRJewKRn45QtWur19RxU2M1LMgONh1VX3LkIbppFW_VUrTlJ1iXO8o5GlOZSdwjvps9llMzmQ3juJgjnNSuF8GzQ/s2048/IMG_4999%202.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2DHOzjLKu_ZnsByRig_1x1Qu7rPuhxez_Iwobfe0ftf8Dfm5Laex-AEfVe80O4eUalx-BlEnXklh-rBb3FmttYOywymeYS-Hg1DBRJewKRn45QtWur19RxU2M1LMgONh1VX3LkIbppFW_VUrTlJ1iXO8o5GlOZSdwjvps9llMzmQ3juJgjnNSuF8GzQ/s320/IMG_4999%202.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br />Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15654310617678430253noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286347352539959076.post-91850639020107503092019-12-20T13:13:00.000-08:002019-12-20T13:13:25.025-08:00UnseenI think that so many of us feel unseen or invisible at one point or another. In the movie, "The Princess Diaries," Mia at one point talks about being invisible and liking it. They make such a point of it that she gets sat on at one point by someone not paying attention. Have you ever felt like that? I know that I have felt invisible a lot lately and on many different fronts.<br />
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1. I feel invisible at work. I have other coworkers that seem to have huge flashing lights around them and I feel invisible and overlooked. I was passed over for a few promotions in the last year and it has been a difficult pill to swallow as I keep hoping and trying for an opportunity to feel that my efforts aren't wasted and that I can some how fulfill my potential.<br /><br />2. I feel invisible at church. I want to serve. I want to have a calling. I feel sometimes like I am not seen for my talents and people forget that I am an option. I need to change my view on some callings and that is most definitely on me, but I truly feel unseen.<br />
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3. I feel invisible in my own family, on two levels. With my brothers and sisters I feel like they don't see who I am now, they only see who I was in high school and lets face it, I am not sure any of us liked her, not even her. I have grown a lot and I wish they could see it to the point where maybe our relationships will be better. I am trying. I know they are trying, but that invisible feeling is difficult to shake.<br />
With my kids and husband, I know Pete sees me, I truly do, but sometimes I don't think he sees what I really need. This is not fair to say, I know. I just feel like an afterthought at times. I am sure I do the same to him. I need to work on that. My kids same, but that's normal, right?<br />
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I know that with all of this unseen feeling, I am loved individually by my Father in Heaven. There are too many tender mercies and little things that tell me he loves me and that he sees me.Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15654310617678430253noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286347352539959076.post-47456708657148369722019-09-12T12:28:00.001-07:002019-09-12T12:28:44.072-07:00Physician, heal thyself..The one thing I am struggling to wrap my head around is this feeling of depression that I have identified recently. As a counselor, you try to help people develop coping skills, you recommend counseling, you do what you can to help.<br />
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Also as a counselor, you find yourself trying to cope with the ways you help others. I have experienced depression before. It's been about 18 years since I really battled it, but this time it's different. I was able to root out a cause 18 years ago. I was able to pinpoint a reason and actively fight. This time, I just feel my energy sapped, overwhelming dread, and a million other little things with no reason in sight. I am always on the verge of tears. It takes so much more energy to try to be what people need me to be, what I need me to be.<br />
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I don't really feel like I can talk about it because there is nothing to talk about. We can say it is related to losing my dad, but that is likely only part of it because this was there before that happened as I have discovered by looking back.<br />
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The really sad part is I don't know what I need. It is not as bad when I keep busy, but sometimes it is difficult to have the energy to keep busy. My head is usually at a dull ache so focus struggles to come.<br />
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For the time being I am doing the best I can. I am trying to be more mindful of my moods, I just need people to be patient with me. I will be okay, I am just not necessarily okay right now. I am not posting this as a cry for help, but as a need to identify what I am feeling and express it to no one.Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15654310617678430253noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286347352539959076.post-15864369188533438192019-09-10T13:07:00.001-07:002019-09-10T13:07:57.656-07:00An outhouse!I was reading some click bait on my phone on break today and it was talking about scammers. It reminded me of a once upon a time with my Uncle Rick and my dad. The whole story was kind of funny.<br />
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The phone rings one time when we were staying at my Uncle Rick's house. My dad being the jokester he is answered and said, "Linville residence, butler speaking." They ask for my uncle and so my dad hands him the phone. They start asking things like, "Do you own your home?" My uncle replies, "yes." Then it was something like, "Are you on city sewer?" "No." "Do you have a septic tank?" "No." The exasperated salesman then asks, "well then, what do you have?" Without skipping a beat, my uncle replies, "An outhouse!" I think my uncle and dad were going to die laughing. My uncle got off the phone with an exuberant, "I finally got one!"<br />
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Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15654310617678430253noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286347352539959076.post-2122669803778183272019-06-24T14:24:00.001-07:002019-06-24T14:24:10.932-07:00And then from out of the blue....The last couple weeks have been hard. Like emotionally exhausted, grief-filled hard. I left work on 6/12/2019 at 3:30 as usual in order to make it home in time for a four o'clock class. This puts me in the door at 3:45 and gives me 15 minutes to catch up with Pete before heading up to my room for two and a half hours. This class was winding down and I only had two sessions left. No big deal.<br />
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Pete's uncle had passed away earlier in the day and he was trying to figure out if he needed to head up to Lewiston for a memorial. We were just doing our usual small talk and I got a message from my sister. She said that Mom was on her way to the hospital because Dad had been taken to the emergency room. It said that he had been found passed out in the parking lot at work. He had been having some trouble with bronchitis and another infection so we thought it was probably related to that. I must have known something was wrong because I flippantly said to Pete, "My dad trumps your uncle" prior to going upstairs to start my class.<br />
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I started class as usual and within the first ten minutes, I had a call from my mom. I wasn't going to avoid that call so I paused my camera. I had been doing that anyway trying to strategize with Pete about going to my parents to deal with this. The call was the call no one ever wants to get, my mom let me know that my dad was gone. After a moment of shock and tears, not knowing what to say, I got off the phone with my mom in order to let her call others that needed to be called. Then I had to turn my camera back on and get out of class, guest speaker and all.<br />
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From there, my brain didn't know what to do. I informed a couple of my work friends and a couple other close friends. I didn't have any funeral information and unfortunately could only make one trip so I kind of froze about travel plans. My friend from work brought pizza for the boys, I had no appetite and Pete got out of his HOA meeting. Pete took me out to try to get me to eat. The phone rang multiple times - my relief society president and my brother checking on me. I found that my brothers' experience was mirroring mine, cycling through emotion and bad humor. Thanks, Cal for calling, I needed to feel connected to you guys.<br />
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I fully intended on putting in a full day the next day even though they were already cancelling my appointments. I had a couple that needed addressing. I ended up going in for an hour and a half so that I could let them know what I needed. I will never be able to express how grateful I am to have such a supportive group at work.<br />
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Once I got done getting things arranged at work, I went home. That was a difficult drive. I waited for tidbits of information as my siblings as they went to the funeral home with mom and made arrangements. I am the oldest and apparently the furthest away still. Everyone made it home Wednesday night, responsible me had laundry and work to worry about since I control my schedule for the most part and have my own clients. Somehow the laundry got done and we got away. I made calls from the car to dad's friends, siblings, and step mom with funeral arrangements. It helped me to be helpful.<br />
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When I got home, I made a beeline to my mom. I just wanted to hug my mom. It was so hard to believe that I would not interact with my dad again in this life. At least my final words to him were "I love you." After that was a gauntlet of hugs from brothers-in-law and my siblings. More to follow...Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15654310617678430253noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286347352539959076.post-17676678412200540612019-02-12T13:44:00.000-08:002019-02-12T13:44:05.118-08:00Scary things are hard.That might sound like an ominous title. There is nothing out there that is too scary right now. Just little fears that creep in every so often. Not necessarily fears in the horror movie sense. Just little things.<br />
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For me this usually looks like a fear of failure, of not being good enough, of being awkward or embarrassing, Other times it is the fear of letting someone see my flaws. Fear of moving forward. I have picked some difficult things to work on this year, and I see myself struggling to see them through at times. Fear that it won't be enough, that I won't.<br />
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I find myself becoming a contradiction at things about myself that I don't understand and fearing actually addressing it with those that would care the most. I think I have found myself closer to having a complete breakdown this last month than I have in a long time. I think it's usually a matter of needing to find a better balance for me and not knowing what that is.<br />
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I know this is all cryptic, but honestly this is just a space for me to write this down and get it out, mayhap to overanalyze later.Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15654310617678430253noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286347352539959076.post-62267727721366911492019-01-22T06:27:00.000-08:002019-01-22T06:27:00.524-08:00The Thing About Long Term GoalsWe live in a society where we are used to immediate results and immediate rewards. Long term goals are difficult and frustrating as they take time. As with anything that takes work and time, it will be worth it, but that doesn't stop the discouragement that comes in waiting sometimes.<br />
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With a long term goal, you can start strong, you can put forth a good effort, but doubt can creep in about the ability to follow through with it. I am writing this because I have felt the doubt seeping in at the edges. I need to stay strong and I need to stay excited in order to accomplish my goals. It would be so easy to give up, but the reward at the end is worth more than temporary doubts and fears.Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15654310617678430253noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286347352539959076.post-20331833353457454232019-01-08T06:36:00.000-08:002019-01-08T06:36:41.971-08:00A Lesson from Young SheldonPete and I were watching <u>Young Sheldon</u> the other day and the mother was having a crisis of faith. A neighbor's daughter was killed in a car accident, and this mother was having a hard time with it. She didn't know what to say to the family - she didn't want to tell them their daughter was in a better place because wasn't the best place for her to be was in her parent's arms? Anyone that knows anything about Sheldon will tell you, he doesn't believe in God. He has lots of questions and no one can answer them satisfactorily. He has a scientific mind and wants to learn all he can.<br />
The poignant part for me was after mom had done a few things to try to fill the hole she was feeling, she was sitting on the porch swing and struggling with her faith, Sheldon came out and wanted to talk to her. He told her about gravity - If gravity was just a bit stronger, the earth would collapse on itself, but on the other hand, if gravity was just a bit lighter, the earth would expand until it tore apart.<br />
His point, as a small child, was that the Earth had exactly the right amount of gravity and that had to indicate more than just an accident. He also said that with billions of people on earth she is the perfect mom for him.<br />
It just goes to show, sometimes you find truths in unexpected places.Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15654310617678430253noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286347352539959076.post-81551037892514788812019-01-03T10:09:00.001-08:002019-01-03T10:09:27.372-08:00Reflecting...I have been reflecting about myself lately. I am sure we all do it from time to time. I find it easier to get to know me. I find that I am someone worth getting to know. We all are.<br />
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I think I have realized more than ever that I am an empath. I feel everything. I have worked over the years to shut some of that down so I am not constantly in tears and have built walls, but ultimately, this is still who I am. It makes for some very interesting internal arguments when I can see both sides of an issue and feel the place where people are coming from. It also makes it very difficult to land on a conclusion. It also makes it to where there isn't much that is black and white. Once I can actually come to a conclusion, it makes it harder to change my mind and my heart on the matter. So there are a few areas where I stand firm, but I can still see where others are coming from.<br />
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Speaking of this tendency, it makes the current political and world climate really difficult to absorb. There is so much hurt being tossed around. People are hurting and then hurling barbs at each other and no one is listening. I can't stand when people don't listen. Listening doesn't mean that you condone or agree, but it means you respect the other person or group enough to hear them out. I am exhausted by the rhetoric, stereotyping, name calling, and overall general discord. I hate that rather than allow someone to have a different opinion, we make them the enemy. I agree with those that say, we need to focus on how we are the same, rather than how we are different. My heart breaks daily for those who are hurting.<br />
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I have friends who are divorcing the person who was their everything who are mourning the loss of someone who isn't dead and it kills me. If I could take their pain I would. It is comforting to know that Christ has already taken that pain, but that doesn't prevent their current state of hurt. Grieving and hurting is healthy. It helps us heal.<br />
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So on my personal empath revelation, I realized that I am in the perfect job for me. I initially started out thinking I needed to go into mental health counseling. I am realizing that being that deeply involved with people's lives would hurt too much. I feel that I am able to do much good where I am currently and it allows me to working on a shorter term basis with solutions as the focus. I still get to listen and help, but usually the most pressing thing is to help them find work. This is something that so many people take for granted but can mean so much. I have had the opportunity to see people change. I have seen them come into my office with a dark countenance. They were grumpy and easily agitated. They wanted the stuff I could give them that they saw as help. Fast forward a few months after working together and finding what they really need and seeing them come to life. The countenance change is the thing that keeps me going. People are visibly lighter, they are happy, they joke. It is a beautiful thing to see.<br />
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I have realized that when it comes to the goals that Pete and I have set, I can't do it alone. It has to be us as a team. I find that I need support and encouragement from other areas. I need those atta girls and it will be okays. I find that as much as I love to give support to others, I need to accept it as well. I feel that my journey so far in this life has given me much in the way of compassion for others, but I realize I am still learning and that everything takes practice and patience. I am hoping that this year will be a good year for me in my personal improvement. I am not looking for perfection (yet), but I am looking to be better than I am and better than I was.<br />
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One the areas where I struggle the most is with my kids. I have a hard time finding those moments to teach them. I love them dearly, but find my own failings get in the way and I worry that it is too late for me to help them become decent human beings. There are other times I look and see that maybe I haven't been to terrible after all. I know that they need me and all I can do is keep trying.Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15654310617678430253noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286347352539959076.post-37648723345460007812019-01-02T12:57:00.000-08:002019-01-02T13:03:54.653-08:00New Year, New Goals, New Us!Okay, so we aren't new, but there is so much more that is. I needed a place to put some goals down in print.<br />
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1) Finances - We are tired of the paycheck to paycheck lifestyle. We are buckling down and doing two things for this year<br />
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<li>Starting to save - yes, I have a 401k and retirement through work, but actively putting money into an account we can't touch very easily so we can do things like go on a vacation or something. Or for those little emergencies. </li>
<li>We don't have a ton of debt, but it would be nice to get all that under control so that is goal number 2.</li>
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2) Health - I say health because I am not feeling like Diet is the best word. To accomplish this I am going to take the following baby steps<br />
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<li>Cut out soda - for real this time. This will include doing a Plexus subscription. I already know it helps me crave less sugar. But I need to get a grip on this now</li>
<li>Exercise - yes I am writing this down for follow through and accountability reasons. Get a second hand Wii and keep it in my room and set a schedule. I need to be more active.</li>
<li>Food - I will get there - one step at a time, I need to take care of the first two first.</li>
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3) Spiritual - This is one that is always hard for me, but I need to take the next baby steps<br />
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<li>Scriptures - personal and family</li>
<li>Prayer - personal and family</li>
<li>Come Follow Me curriculum - I think this one scares me the most. Mostly because I have been so terrible in teaching my kids at times. I need to write it down though, they say if you write it down, you are more likely to be successful. </li>
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Now I just need a good way to keep track of this and make sure that I am not to hard on myself when I slip, because slips happen.<br />
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This is all that comes to my mind for today, but it is enough, right?<br />
<br />Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15654310617678430253noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286347352539959076.post-46493547744454380662014-12-06T23:58:00.003-08:002014-12-06T23:58:57.020-08:00So much to be thankful for.It is the time of year when people reflect on the things for which they are grateful. The first thing that crosses my mind, is that I am grateful for a loving Father in Heaven who knows us each on an individual level. Sometimes, that is a scary thought, but there is no other description.<br />
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In the last couple weeks I have been laid off and found new employment. I have been looking for a new place since August when I graduated with delays due to the bureaucracy of licensure. That aside, I marvel at the precision in which things happen. Due to the layoff, I have the opportunity of severance pay which only happens if I don't quit early. So in order to do that I requested during an interview to be able to start after the first of the year. The holidays make things complicated anyway so it wasn't an outlandish request.<br />
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Anyway, things worked out so I will be able to start shortly after my position at Ricoh ends. Even as my supervisor was breaking the news, I felt calm. I was grateful for a job that allowed me to take care of my family during a very busy time of my life when I needed something flexible. I couldn't have done it without the flexibility of the job that I have had. So instead of tears, I had gratitude.<br />
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These last two and a half years have been an amazing lesson in just how many little details our Heavenly Father pays attention to in our lives. We have had enough to pay our bills. We have had friends who have helped with the kids when we needed it. I have developed relationships with amazing people. At the same time I have learned a lot about me and how I feel about different things. I have grown in ways I never thought possible.<br />
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Right now, I just feel grateful and loved. It is those tender mercies that come that keep me going. It is often difficult to discern them during a very difficult situation, but when I look back.... I see my life interlaced with these tender mercies that God blesses us with almost daily.<br />
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I just wanted to testify that I know God lives, I know He loves us individually, I know that he grants us calm when it is needed.Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15654310617678430253noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286347352539959076.post-41752175132073341722014-08-13T14:59:00.001-07:002014-08-13T14:59:40.605-07:00One adventure down, on to the next.Wow, it's been two years. Two miserable, exhilarating, crazy years..... There are so many mixed emotions that follow me at the end of this journey.<br />
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I am excited for a new adventure. At the same time I am completely terrified. Where am I supposed to go, what job am I supposed to take. Will I be able to find a job that will allow me to do what I want to do? I just don't know right now. I have a second interview for a job, but have no idea if it is what I want to do.<br />
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Licensure is the immediate concern. I am waiting for my degree to post so I can get my transcripts in order and apply for another huge test. I passed one, but have one more. Nothing like paying for the privilege to take a test that will determine the course of my life.<br />
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I have a master's degree - essentially - all that is left is paperwork.. That is insane to me. I never thought it was something I wanted to do. And now the idea of learning more inspires and challenges me. I wouldn't mind going back again, but I think I will wait for awhile, my family deserves some of my time right now.<br />
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I have a tendency to thrive on stress. My husband thinks I am a stress junkie. He isn't too far off. I love how productive I can be when a little pressure is on me. I love the challenge. Suddenly the stress that has been holding me together is completely gone. For now it is nice. I was able to enjoy things in my life that I haven't been able to enjoy in the last couple years. I still need to pick up a book, but there is time for that.<br />
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So now it is deciding where to go, finding a house, and working to collect my letters behind my name... I just need the guidance I have had the last couple years to continue so that I land where my family and I need to be.Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15654310617678430253noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286347352539959076.post-16068209762094776162014-06-16T11:29:00.001-07:002014-06-16T11:29:19.383-07:008 More WeeksSo walking was fun, I had the party and the celebration, now I have to go to work to finish. I have 8 weeks in which to accomplish this and I am completely exhausted. It has reached the point where I just want to be done and at the same time I am petrified to have to find a new job and have people trust me to do this for real. Not, that I am not really doing this for my internship, but it just feels weird. I feel like I am still learning.<br />
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I have days when I feel like a rock star, that I am helping people and making a difference. I have other days where I just want to hide under a desk and hope no one finds me. I am told this is very normal. Don't get me wrong, I love this, this is what I was born to do and I feel that more than anything. This is what gives me faith to do the final push. 8 more weeks.... it feels like torture. <br />
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I love my boys for putting up with this including some very extreme mood swings when I feel overwhelmed. I sent Pete to his mom's with the boys a couple weeks ago just to eliminate distractions while I pushed to finish one class.<br />
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I calculated the other day and if I can continue with my hours the way I have been, I will be able to finish my internship in time.<br />
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I miss my life. I miss my books, I can't wait to return to them like old friends, maybe read with the boys again. I miss weekends, I miss church, if anything I can't wait to renew that experience in my life. I would love to have a balance again. If there has been anything neglected in my life it is balance. Self-care has been missing as well as time with my family. I don't think they are even going to see much of me this week. Its okay... I can do this, I can do anything for just 8 more weeks.Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15654310617678430253noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286347352539959076.post-79892823408617371052014-04-14T11:40:00.001-07:002014-04-14T11:40:10.116-07:00Finding a moment to postI'm back, not sure for how long, but here I am. I felt like I was neglecting my blog. Sometimes I get so busy I forget about it. I love it when Pete posts and I can see it all from his perspective.<br />
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Right now I am looking over some material for class tonight and it hits very close to home. I have been struggling with long buried feelings surrounding Pete's illness. Hopefully I can get through tonight without too much drama.<br />
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It is surreal to me that a journey that began two years ago will finish at the end of the summer. It leaves me frightened about the fact I have to move on with what I have been training for. I have so many questions and not many answers at the moment. My friend last night reminded me that I am in the Lord's hands. I have to hold onto that and it was a good reminder. <br />
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I love what I am doing, I never knew I could feel such satisfaction and terror all at the same time. <br />
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I can't wait to feel what it is to actually have a weekend again. They have been few and far between. My kids might not know what to do with having a mommy again.<br />
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I still have it - as evidenced by a scholarship I have been awarded - for the semester AFTER I graduate. This might sound overly confident, but I need it to get through what I am doing (the confidence). <br />
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Graduation is on May 7th - Pete protests because it is his birthday but I know he is all bluster on that one. Unfortunately after that I have one more semester to go and two really big tests.Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15654310617678430253noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286347352539959076.post-51556099264129579922013-12-27T11:56:00.000-08:002013-12-27T11:56:09.941-08:00As one year ends.... 2013 Flynns in Review
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">2013 a year in review<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Once again I am having to become the blogger in my
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">In January, I received an interesting email, that back in
the beginning of last December, I entered a contest where the WAC had posted
pictures around the University of Idaho campus. I answered all five correctly
and was one of the first 25 to do so. So I won a gift from the WAC and have
been entered to go to Vegas for the WAC championship.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I didn’t win the trip, but that was ok
because I was going to be way too busy soon enough.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">I learned that my sons do not understand how great snow days
from school are. I saw it as getting to watch the Price is Right and other
things, no school work, not having to ride the bus, and could go play in the snow
later. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Jackson is mad because they had a
field trip and it was canceled. Wyatt wanted whatever was on the menu in the
lunchroom and was looking forward to learning things that day. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They told me that if they are going to cancel
school, why not cancel before they had to wake up. I guess I will need to check
the TV before I wake them up when it snows.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">February was uneventful until February 13<sup><span style="font-size: x-small;">th</span></sup> which
was Kassidy’s 17<sup><span style="font-size: x-small;">th</span></sup> birthday; I am amazed on how beautiful, smart, independent,
and sure of herself that she is.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I am
blessed that her stepdad loves her as much or almost as much as me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He gets more credit for the lady she has
become than I do.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Had a wonderful
Valentine's Day, it started with the birth of my youngest son, Henry Robert
Flynn, 8 lbs 15 3/4 ozs, 21 inches long. He is named for 3 of the best men I
have ever known, Henry is the middle name of the of the most honest butcher I
ever worked for, Jim Boland, who taught me you could cut meat all day long and
still have time to take your kids skiing. Robert is after my dad, and although
we do not always see eye to eye, he sometimes can surprise me. Robert is also
my step-dad's middle name, so now John was two grandsons named after him. In the
afternoon I took Kassidy her birthday present and cheesecake I made for her
from scratch. And for dinner that I enjoyed the Prime Rib from the Westside
Drive In, that they had on special for couples, but I posted that we were
having a baby on that day on their Facebook page and they gave it to me for
half of the special price. There was no way I was turning that down! Unfortunately
for Emily her stomach was not ready for it. But my Mom enjoyed it and she was
watching the older boys. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Emily did get
to eat the cream puffs later.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">March came and we drove to Utah for Rachel’s baby blessing
less than 2 weeks after Henry was born.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Had a wonderful time but Henry was extremely gassy and cranky for most
of the night, but the little trooper did really well in the car for the most
part. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I gained a new
respect for Mom's now that I have become Mr. Mom. I remember the first night
that Henry has let me sleep in. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I was
able to clean up the Tornado that had come through my home. I had enough energy
(Yea). So the dishes were clean, kitchen is clean, and even had time to mop the
floor, before Henry woke up.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">The funniest thing I read this year was from the crime
report from the Lewiston Morning Tribune on March 28<sup><span style="font-size: x-small;">th</span></sup>.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>A 28-year-old man was arrested for open
container for allegedly drinking an alcoholic beverage at the unemployment
office in Lewiston. Lt. Michael Pedersen of the Lewiston Police Department said
when officers tried to speak with the man, he told them he had diplomatic immunity
and he was from Russia. And that a man living on the 2100 block of Second
Avenue North in Lewiston called police because he believed his ex-wife had come
into his home while he was away and ate half a bag of his chips. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">April was a boring month except for Henry was going like a
weed. Emily drove by a yard sale and found the cutest curio cabinet that needed
a little new glass in the doors, so I replaced them, cleaned it up and spent a
lot less than I could have found at a thrift store or new. I think I spent a
total of $15 for the cabinet, $30 to replace the glass in the doors and some
glass stops to hold the glass in.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>So for
my $45 investment I received a $400 cabinet.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>She loves it, puts her tea cups in it until Christmas time and then she
puts all of her Nativity scenes in it. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">In May, I became 43, wow where did all the time go, it seems
like yesterday I was in my twenties.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>During
this month, Henry and I watched a lot of Extreme Couponing because I found it
funny because I understand the usage of coupons and how much money I can save
on things I need or will use soon. I just watched an extreme coupon person buy
456 single serving packages of Oreo’s and hundreds of bottles of flavored water
and use over 1000 coupons to do it. Good for her figuring out a way to empty a
store of their entire inventory so she can receive $2600 worth of stuff for
less than $10. She waited until there was a young checker in the line, because
the older ones feel as I do, buy one or two and leave some for someone else,
you don't need 20 years supply of dish soap. Watching these TV shows make me
sick, it is worse than Hoarders, when their entire home is wall to wall stuff
they bought and got for free with their coupons. I am not saying that coupons
are bad because I do from time to time use them. And to hear these ladies say
that they have addictive personalities is not even close. One of them had to
make their college student move his desk to the basement closet so she could
move shelving into their office space to store 20 cases of cereal. Damn that is
just sick.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">June comes, the boys are out of school, I need some time to
myself while Henry is taking a nap, so I send the boys to their room to pick it
up, while I am loading dishwasher and cleaning my kitchen. I hear Wyatt coming
down the stairs gloating that it was a good thing Grandpa bought me needle nose
pliers. So my curiosity gets the better of me. "So Wyatt why are the
needle nose pliers so important?" <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>"Because I used them to get out the penny
that Jackson stuck in his nose” Well glad to know that my 7 year old is
becoming a "Red Neck Physician".<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>On Father’s day weekend we spent time in Ririe and blessed Henry.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">July I decided it was time to give up my manhood of at least
the Jetta and buy a 2006 Toyota Sienna minivan.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>This thing has all the bells and whistles, heated leather seats,
sunroof, I can push a button and open all the doors.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And it is fun to drive.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Was going to give the Jetta to my return
missionary brother-in-law but it was decided he needed to buy it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>So I sold my $3000 Jetta to Ethan for $1000,
a bargain until he needs to do any repairs.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>I learned that VW costs $500 every time it needs fixed.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I went to visit my mom drop off my boys for a
visit, celebrate my Grandma’s birthday who also happens to be Jackson’s and I
went home with a minivan. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>End of July,
we drove to Utah for Aaron’s blessing and to deliver the Jetta for Ethan, when
he got home in August.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">August, Emily and I celebrated our 10th anniversary
together, Holy @#$, I can’t believe that anyone could put up with me that
long.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>That same week was a memorable one
at our condo complex.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We had a neighbor
have his car reprocessed, the neighbor across have her son need to take a trip
in an ambulance.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The boys came home
from the summer in Lewiston to start school.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Jackson is in 5<sup><span style="font-size: x-small;">th</span></sup> grade now; it seems like yesterday when we
started him in developmental preschool.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We
also decided that it was time to get him on meds to combat the ADHD.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>That was the hardest decision I think Emily
and I have ever had to do.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I know that
he needed something to help focus him, but did not want to see him become a
zombie.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I cannot believe the difference
that one little pill can do.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Not only is
he getting A’s and B’s but he is enjoying himself and wants to go to school
this year.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Wyatt has decided that the terrible
2’s didn’t start until second grade.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He
is just a little angrier this year than I would like.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He is doing well in school, but it is like
pulling teeth to get him to do his homework every night.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">September was the yearly Family reunion camping trip, this
year the cabin was in Island Park, I liked it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>The only thing, I don’t enjoy about these trips is the driving.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It just seems like you spend most of a day in
a car and see people for a day or two and then drive again.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And it wouldn’t be a family function without
me getting moody at someone.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The end of
September, Jackson, Emily, Henry and I attended University of Idaho Homecoming
and for the second year in a row, we won BECAUSE I WAS THERE!!!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The athletic department needs to just give me
season tickets.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The only games we win, I
am at.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Jackson, like Wyatt last year, I
think had a fun time, he got to go down on the field and Henry was wonderful,
he slept in his car seat during the game and the band wasn’t too loud either. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">In October I celebrated my 4<sup><span style="font-size: x-small;">th</span></sup> year of surviving
brain surgery by purging a bunch of non-friends from my Facebook account.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I went back to my part-time fall job of
cutting game.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I realized every year why
it is that I only work 6 hours a day/ 4 days a week for about 2 ½ months.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>By the end of the season, I am exhausted and
never want to see another slimy elk again.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>I enjoy doing it, but it is something I can’t do every day anymore. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">November is the month of Emily; it always starts with
Remember, remember the 5<sup><span style="font-size: x-small;">th</span></sup> of November, for it is Miss Em’s day.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>For Thanksgiving this year I cooked a 10#
turkey injected with Tony Chachere Creole Butter.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I made Jalapeno Brat Sausage Stuffing, Mashed
Potatoes and Gravy, Green Beans w Bacon, Cranberries, rolls and for dessert was
Emily's apple pie.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I will admit that I
was one of those people who went shopping Thursday night to save money on blu rays.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I bought 14 and spent less than $40.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I did not wait in line; I went after the
crowds had left.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was peaceful.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">December started with Henry getting his first, second,
third, and not too sure that number fourth teeth isn’t going to be here before
New Year’s.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Christmas eve, we started a
new tradition, for the first time in my life, we did not open any gifts on
Christmas Eve, except for one, it had PJ’s, a movie, popcorn, and movie
candy.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We sat downstairs and watched a
movie as a family, I liked this so much that we will do this again next year,
unless Mom’s idea of going somewhere warm next year goes somewhere.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But on Christmas day the boys decided to open
ALL their gifts before Emily could see their reactions. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>So she was a little bummed this year.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Mom and John came down and we had Stew for
Christmas dinner, I know it sounds lame, but I enjoyed not having to spend the
whole day in the kitchen.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>On the 26<sup><span style="font-size: x-small;">th</span></sup>,
Kassidy came for a visit; she opened her Vandal gifts for the year. (A vandal
stocking, vandal coffee cup, vandal chocolates, etc.)<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Mom, Emily and I became the owners of smart
phones, Since my ruggedized flip phone has become expensive to buy a new one,
Em and I got I Phones.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It is nice, now
we just need to find a cover for them.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Emily's Note at the bottom - Well for me this has been a busy year with school, work, and internships. I cannot believe the amount of insane I can handle. Without all my family and especially Pete, none of this would be possible. I have two semesters left and will walk in May, although I will not be officially done until August. We are looking forward to life after Grad School.</span></div>
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Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15654310617678430253noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286347352539959076.post-90512930407033998282013-11-24T11:30:00.000-08:002013-11-24T11:30:00.269-08:00What am I Thankful for this THANKSGIVING?
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Once again I have to take it upon myself to blog, since
Emily is so busy with work, internship, and school.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She is in my opinion become Wonder
Woman.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>First off, I am thankful that I
am alive; I sometimes need to remind myself of how close I came to not being
here anymore.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I am thankful that I can
stay home and take care of Henry; he brings me such joy seeing him discover new
things every day.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I am thankful that we
have enough money that I can stay home.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Only working during hunting season has been a blessing this year, I make
enough to pay child support and it gives my family the Christmas presents
without causing a strain in our budget.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I
am thankful to be married to Wonder Woman; she has been my protector the last 4
years, I used to call her my replacement brain, for when I forgot
something.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But I realize now how much
she had to do for me when I forgot everything.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>I would wake up every day before the brain surgery (knowing full well I
was divorced from Kim) asking where Kassidy was.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I never could understand where she was every
morning.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Every morning Emily would
explain to me that she lives in Boise with her Mom, Shawn, and brother
Noah.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Then would ask me if I understood,
I always seemed to know once she told me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>When I woke up from the surgery, in my mind it was 1996, I was in recovery,
was convinced that we had been in a wreck and Kassidy was gone.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I could not calm down, so they would not
unstrap me from the operating table. After about 20 minutes of this, someone
finally decided to get Emily, once I saw her everything snapped into place, I
knew it was 2009, I knew who she was, and memories returned, almost like
rebooting a computer.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I remember the
good, the bad, and the ugly (lol) of my life.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">I am thankful for an area that surprises me the most.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I am thankful for Nampa, I like it here, which
does surprises me the most.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>People ask
me how is Boise, I don’t live in Boise I live in Nampa, big difference.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I don’t live in the fake capital of Idaho; I
grew up in the first capital of Idaho.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I
am not a Boise State fan, just because I live here, I am a Vandal; I attended and
graduated from the True and Only University of Idaho, big difference. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">I still find enjoyment in cutting meat, my stamina sucks
because of the meningitis infection, so working full time may never become a
reality, and I am finding this to be ok. Emily and I are more than likely
buying a house in July when the lease is up on the Condo we are currently
living in.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I am looking forward to doing
yard work, maybe a “little” garden, not the 1/4 acre that my in-laws or Emily’s
grandparents have.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I just don’t see
myself as the canning person, but hell who knows.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I said I would never leave Northern Idaho,
would never own a Toyota, sure as hell never live near Boise, never become a
Mormon, and would never be happily married.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">I am thankful for my entire family; Mom and John, Grandma,
Dad and Marlene, my half-brother Michael, step sisters Cheri and Dianna, Emily’s
parents (who took care of me and my family for way too long), her siblings
Chelsea (who always gets a coke from me), Devri (the mother of the groom),
McCallen (my favorite aviator), Taryn (who reminds me that I can be a big jerk
sometimes), Ethan (who will become a grown up someday), I am thankful to be in
a family that has given me nieces and nephews (Heather, Matthew, Michael,
Sarah, Amber, Rachael, Aaron).<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I am
thankful for my girls, Lainey, Kassidy, and Katelyn.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I am thankful for my boys Jackson, Wyatt and
Henry. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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time to do this.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It has fallen onto me
to become creative.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>So bear with me and
my rants and whatever’s.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">Yesterday was my baby daughter Katelyn’s 13<sup><span style="font-size: x-small;">th</span></sup>
birthday.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I haven’t seen her since
before Jackson was born and sometimes wonder what she must think of me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Does she wonder why I do not really want
anything to do with her Mother, so alas I don’t get to see her?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Katelyn’s Mother tries to control every
aspect of her life, but one day it will come back and bite her square on the
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">When I was sick and was in the hospital getting ready for my
brain surgery, I finally decided to tell Tracey in case stuff happened. She
must have had to call every hospital in Salt Lake looking for me, but she did
call me and we were civil for the first time in a few years.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But afterwards she kept pressing me to give
up my parental rights so that her new husband could adopt “Kate” as she likes
to be called now.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I fought the idea for
a while, but decided that maybe there was some merit to it, so last March I
decided that it was better for all of us involved if I did.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It has been 15 months since I told her to go
for it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And still nothing is done.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Last October, she asked for my address so
they could send the paperwork, still nothing.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>I caught my child support up in May thinking that she could use it to
pay for her lawyer.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Good grief I think
she wants me to pay for it and give her the tax credit for the adoption.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">Enough about that my blood pressure is starting to rise and
my head starts to throb when that happens so I will just say that I have a
feeling that I will be paying for Katelyn until she graduates from High School
and then be going to court to protest her changing her name.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">So on to the rest of the month of June………..Jackson and Wyatt
have been in Northern Idaho visiting my parents.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Mom has decided that next year they need a
break from each other, so Jackson gets June and Wyatt goes in July.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They are fighting and I think that Wyatt is
feeling a little left out, because his Papa is working during the day and Jackson
has always been real close to my Mom.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">Henry is growing like a weed, loves to jump in his
jumper.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I really have enjoyed staying
home and raising him.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I call this my
everyday blessing.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">Kassidy, my daughter with Kim, has been accepted to a weeklong
architecture course at the University of Idaho, that’s right folks, she wants
to be a Vandal!!!!!!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She is looking
forward to living in a dorm and going to class for a week.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I am so proud of her and the young lady that
she is becoming.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She has a very stable
home life and I could not have asked for a better step-dad than she has.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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stupid internship into it and I will just have to pencil myself into her calendar
sometime in 2014 lol.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15654310617678430253noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286347352539959076.post-18882129389986099162013-05-27T19:03:00.000-07:002013-05-27T19:03:09.886-07:00When upon life's billows....So maybe at this moment I am in the eye of the storm. The biggest challenge I am facing is exhaustion. This month has been the craziest by far. I am working 40 hours a week (4 ten hour shifts), plus one day a week for practicum, then there is the two classes that run at ten hours per day a piece for 3 and 4 weeks. There is just a lot on the plate. So I am going to count....<br />
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1. Supportive husband - boy have I needed him. It helps knowing he is there for me and that he is picking up the slack at home. It isn't an ideal situation right now, but honestly it is what works best for us. <br />
2. Flexible work - my boss is great. She is letting me be flexible in my schedule so that I can fit everything in, it makes for some long hours, but my family is being taken care of and that is the most important. <br />
3. Great classmates - I have some great classmates that I can depend on and that can depend on me. It makes getting through this program a lot easier.<br />
4. A great practicum site that could turn into job prospects later -starting to get a network of people for future. I am struggling to get the last hours I need, but there is a lot to be said for working with good people.<br />
5. Tender mercies - I have no doubts about the path I am on. Things have worked out a little too perfectly for there to be any other explanation. I am loved by my Heavenly Father and he is mindful of my family and me. Without his guidance, there is no way this would work. When things get a little dicey for me, I try to remember this. <br />
6. Great family - I love my family and Pete's and am happy to be able to turn to either family or both when we need them. <br />
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Things are far from perfect, but we are looked out for and I have the support I need.<br />
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Just one year left, and if I walk it will likely be next may - wow... time flies.Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15654310617678430253noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286347352539959076.post-14636540998539792432013-03-12T20:11:00.002-07:002013-03-12T20:11:18.009-07:00Moving Right AlongIt's amazing the way life changes, even when you know the change is coming. On February 14, 2013 we were blessed with our third little boy, Henry Robert Flynn. He is loved and adored by the whole family, especially his brothers. Jackson is so funny - he will ask to hold him, but only hold him for a second and then run off. He always has to kiss him before he leaves for school or before he goes to bed. The first thing Jackson and Wyatt do when they get home is check on Henry and see where he is. We are starting to get back into a groove with my work and school. I hate leaving Henry and the other boys, but it helps knowing that Daddy is on the job. <br />
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They both love to hold their brother, you can just see it on their faces.</div>
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Henry is the sweetest baby. He gets a little gassy/grumpy sometimes, but he loves to cuddle and his favorite place to sleep is on my chest. I have not slept on my back this much in forever.</div>
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My valentine's day baby and his Valentine's shirt... Welcome to our Family.<br />
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The picture that made my sisters jealous! Grandpa holding Henry... I will always treasure this picture. I love my Grandpa!<br />
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Great Grandpa and Great Grandma Linville Jackson, Wyatt, and Henry</div>
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Henry and Ma (Sandy - Pete's Mom)</div>
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Hi everybody!</div>
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As Chelsea said "Don't let the big baby eat the new one!" (Or something to that effect).</div>
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I need to get off of here and go to bed. I have too much to do every day....</div>
Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15654310617678430253noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286347352539959076.post-48234982835326637762013-02-05T10:16:00.000-08:002013-02-05T10:16:39.755-08:00A few thingsSo I love to read blogs but finally decided that maybe someone out there wanted to hear what I had to say since it has been awhile. I have been avoiding the blog because I have been busy with just a touch of grumpy. The doctors changed the date of the c-section to valentine's day which is not soon enough for me. They won't go before 39 weeks which leaves me with the spontaneous labor option for an earlier delivery. I don't think this one is going to cooperate anymore than his brothers have. I am going to the doctor for two appointments a week making sure everything is good with the baby. I want my brain back, I want my body back, and I want my time back - these two a week appointments are long and are brutal. I had some cramping yesterday ALL day but it eventually stopped.... Okay see why I avoided the blog - I am whiny and miserable.Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15654310617678430253noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286347352539959076.post-3772892753556939072012-11-12T15:40:00.001-08:002012-11-12T15:40:21.494-08:00UpdateSince I have five minutes I will give a quick update.<br />
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C-section is scheduled for Feb 15 at like 7:30 in the morning at the St. Luke's on Eagle road for those that want to know.<br />
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Had a great birthday weekend spending time with my family in Utah. Glad Chelsea scheduled Amber's blessing that weekend. I wanted an excuse to go anyway.<br />
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Boys are good. WE are trying to get Jackson just a little help in school so we can quit battling his teacher. Long story. <br />
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Classes are going alright, I hope I have a handle on this. Semester is winding down. Want it to end so I can crochet and read on evenings LOL! that and spend time with my boys. <br />
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Love you!Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15654310617678430253noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286347352539959076.post-22350271357531300702012-09-02T10:03:00.000-07:002012-09-02T10:03:15.589-07:00I will be back!Honestly I haven't had much time to actually blog. Also haven't figured out what to blog. Boys have started school as have I. I am working and Pete is looking. We are just pretty busy doing our thing. I spend most evenings listening to lectures online. <br />
I love reading about your lives, but honestly have to get myself organized to get everything done.<br />
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If you haven't heard, we are expecting a baby due February 20th. I will be sure to share what we are having when we find out. <br />
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Have a great labor day weekend!Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15654310617678430253noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286347352539959076.post-7757110038942846902012-07-10T20:24:00.000-07:002012-07-10T20:24:13.740-07:00Sitting alone in an empty house.I miss my boys! They have been visiting Pete's mom since the 24th of June. We sent them there so she could have time with them and we could move. Its a good thing too, I might not have had room for boys. Anyway, I missed Jackson's birthday, which is a first and that made me sad. I try to be brave, but it only gets me so far.<br />
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I started work last week. It is so weird to be working again. I am already worrying about what my boys are going to do without me. Pete doesn't have a job yet, but I am still worrying about who will take care of my boys without me, especially when classes start up. I will make myself nuts.<br />
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I like feeling needed at my job. My boss likes me, she hired me because I worked for her before. I just sent her an email to see if she had anything and she found something. This was part of the reason we had to move. She needed me here for today and then needed me a week sooner.<br />
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Anyway, I got a text from Jackson's primary teacher in Ririe today. She wanted my address to send him some cards because they didn't get to say goodbye. She reminded me of something I sometimes forget.<br />
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I worry a lot about Jackson being so busy. I worry that he will get on people's nerves. I worry they won't like him. I forget just how special he is sometimes. Anyway I had thanked her for her patience with his busy self and he reminded me "He is busy, but he is so caring and loving. He taught me more than I taught him. And I really appreciated him for that."<br />
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I guess in the worry and the keeping him out of things and the frustration, I forget to see my boys sweet spirits and remember how caring and loving they really are. I get the good and the bad, and forget so often to enjoy the good. I need to do more of that. Anyway, her text touched me and reminded me what great kids I have. I think having them away has helped me appreciate them more too. I am sure I will be ready for bedtime the first day they are back, but at least I will get a big hug first.<br />Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15654310617678430253noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286347352539959076.post-81036660576398613142012-07-05T17:23:00.001-07:002012-07-05T17:23:31.272-07:00overdue updateWell, greetings from Nampa! I am way overdue for this update. I am tired. We just got moved from my mom's house. It was a long challenge for all of us, especially mom and dad. After all that craziness, I have a job, and I have one class to take before I can find out about grad school. Trying for the counseling program at the University of Idaho, Boise center. I started work on Tuesday, covering for someone until my job actually starts on Monday. <br />
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We have most of the boxes unpacked and finally got internet hooked up. Pete has been doing most of the heavy lifting. The boys are with his mom right now, it has been good to not have them underfoot during the move, but I miss them. They will be home soon. <br />
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Okay, so my brain is freezing and I will have to post more later.Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15654310617678430253noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286347352539959076.post-35307488839812899832012-06-14T18:54:00.000-07:002012-06-14T18:54:22.600-07:00We are loved!This week I have had two experiences that have confirmed once again that I am loved and I am blessed. I will go into details later, but they both point to the move to Boise as being the right move for us. I know things will work out. Sometimes I think we just need those little reminders that God is aware of us and remembers us. I am so grateful for mine this week. They both gave me a great boost of confidence.Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15654310617678430253noreply@blogger.com1