Halloweeeeeen!!!

Here in Utah,the state of many religious people, Halloween was celebrated on Saturday instead of Sunday as far as trick or treating goes. In a way, it was kind of like an entire weekend of Halloween celebrating over here.
Halloween is one of my all time favorite Holidays. Why wouldn't it be? It involves candy, parties, scary movies, and dressing up. As my closest friends all know...I love ANY excuse to dress up, even when there isn't an excuse. There have been many times on many dares when I've gone into supermarkets and shopping malls dressed like a freak just to mess with people. Not only that, but the little kid in me still loves to play pretend. I like pretending to be someone else for a day. It's fun, and it makes me laugh at myself. Not only that, but I also loved dressing my kids up! Something I get way too excited about. Dressing up Crystal is a blast cause she's a girl, so I get to be elaborate with her outfit. By the time I get to Seth I'm exhausted, which actually works out perfect, cause it's extremely easy to dress up little boys.
Don't even get me started on my love for Scary movies. I live for that crap...and Halloween makes it so much better because not only are they parading one scary movie after another all over cable television in October, but Scott is actually willing to watch one or two with me in the spirit of Halloween. You don't understand. It's a BIG deal to get Scott to watch scary movies with me because he hates them. Only because he allows them to affect him though. He claims that I'm desensitized by the movies or it would affect me too, but that's because he doesn't understand the art that goes into making things creepy...makeup, cinematography, costumes...it all enthralls me. Usually when I do get him to go along with my evilness, it's with zombie movies, because he too agrees that zombies rock.
Anyway enough about my feelings cause they bore you almost as much as they bore myself. Here are some pictures and what they're of....

FIRST,

My friend Danielle owns an amazing business called "Dream Dinners" You should Google it. Anyway, since she has her own headquarters she used the building for her awesome Karaoke Halloween party. I went with my friend Janalee. Scott's not a big karaoke fan so he stayed with the kiddies and watched some sports while I had fun with some of my gal pals.





My friend Lisa and her husband Kevin were the totally tubular Napolean Dynamite duo:



My date for the night, Janalee, was the Legally Blonde Elle Woods...and she's never looked better!


I was a pirate. Why? Because I love pirates. Almost as much as I love zombies, but a zombie costume worth showing off would be far too much work for a suburban mother of two to do right now. Maybe next year. I also won second place for best Costume, which made me feel pretty darn special. Woot!!


The game of Fear Factor is always a hit at a Halloween party. Danielle is a cook, so she was able to make really nasty food and present it in a way that made it look tasty. I forgot what was in the drink and coleslaw...but I remember that the chocolate covered bananas were full of cayenne pepper and they burned my gums. Me and 14 other people participated. I was a little bummed when only one other girl besides me volunteered though...because had the competition had more girl power a girl might actually have won. As it is, I'm glad I didn't throw up. 3 people threw up...and yes they were all male. Try having morning sickness you babies! You have no clue what choking down food means till you're 8 weeks pregnant. (NOTE: That was not an announcement...I'm just speaking from the voice of one who's had to do it two times in the past).


I also have to post this picture from Lisa Foster's blog because I agree with her that the superheros face in the back is priceless. I think he threw up too. It was the "coleslaw" that was really nasty. I forget what Danielle put in it, but it really sucked.


Anyway, we had a fabulous time. We sang a lot of Karaoke, danced to songs of the 90's because we're old, and almost had heart attacks participating in Congo lines and line dances. I have the best friends in the world...not just these ladies, but seriously, I can really pick em. I have other friends who are not pictured here that mean the world to me. I love my friends.


WAIT don't leave...this was just the beginning of my Halloween awesomeness. Next, I have to show you my kids costumes...cause they're fabulous.

Crystal was a fairy princess...Tinkerbell style. I'm going to skip the part where I explain the drama of her screaming while I did her hair and just go straight to the part where when she looked at herself in the mirror she squealed and said "Mommy! This is the best day of my life!" Awwww.









Seth was, of course Spiderman, which should come as no surprise to anyone who's talked to him in the last 3 months because superheroes, ESPECIALLY Spiderman is all he talks about. Every day he tells people he's spiderman. Now he could prove it. The problem, however, was of course, more drama in toddlerville. His costume came with a spiderman mask that was too big for his head, and you could barely see his eyes in it. WE bought a spiderman beanie that we thoguht would be better. When we tried to substitute the mask for the beanie...he had a meltdown. So we let him wear both. He started off with the mask, and then switched it for the beanie when he got tired of not being able to see well...AND when we promised him he could sit next to our skeleton prop.








I freakin love these kids!!!


WAIT!!! I'M STILL NOT DONE!
We ALSO had the Itri clan over for a Haloween get together. When planning it with my super awesome sister in law Kelsey, we debated on wheather or not to wear costumes. Mostly because we knew our spouses didn't want to. We decided to let our husbands be happy. HOWEVER, we failed to send the memo out to the other attendees...

Jason the D-bag. Best. Costume. Ever.


Tourists!!


Linkin the CUTE pumpkin!!



The witches Brew Kelsey and Dan made:



Serving food. (I just realized this is the only Halloween picture this year that my husband appears in. There he is in the background! Can you see him, can you see him??)



When I got the kids to bed, we cranked out TWO movies in a row!! The first was an edited version of the movie Shaun of the Dead...a British Zombie comedy, and one of me and Scott's all time favorite Halloween movies. It's comedy is brilliant. The edited version sometimes comes on Comedy Centeral...if you have that channel and you love British Humor, Scott and I highly recommend it. Here's the trailer:


The second movie, was to scare the wits out of us in the spirit of Halloween. If you like movies that scare you, this is a good one. High quality scares guaranteed. Haunting movies that are actually well done usually scare me, and I avoid movies about them because I had my share of hauntings as a missionary and it was enough to last a lifetime...but I couldn't resist watching. After all, it was Halloween.



LAST BUT NOT LEAST...Halloween is my mother's birthday. We celebrated with them on Sunday. Everybody forgot to buy candles for her cake, so we just put two huge decorative ones in there and let the kids blow out the candles. I love her greeen and purple Halloween wig!!


Hope you all had a fabulous Halloween!!

The Eagles and the Phillies...The Phillies and the Eagles...

THIS is what happens when they schedule an Eagles game at the same time as a Phillies game at my house. Look what they've made my husband do!! Thanks a lot MLB...you've turned my living room into a sports bar.

Celebrating an old friends birthday

Last night, me and some of the gals from high school got together to celebrate Janalee's 30th birthday. We went to an old favorite, the Brick Oven Pizza restaurant...a place we've eaten at often, but we still love. I love these girls. Whenever we get together it's just like old times. I started spending time with them since I was 17, so about 13 years ago, and I still love them dearly. We had a blast just talking about old times. While we were standing and talking and laughing in the foyer, an older woman approached us and said she could tell we were all really good friends, and she told us that we need to stick together and keep making time throughout our lives to see each other. She told us that she's had a friendship with her friends for 60 years, and that they still love and depend on each other, and laugh at old photos together at when they were teens, in their 30's and on and on. She told us to value our friendship always. She seriously was the cutest little woman, and we adored her advice. Anyway, it's great to spend time together with some old gal pals and still be able to pick up where we left off...even though we decided that our maturity levels have probably only moved up about a notch since high school. Hahaha!
After that we went into Danielle's van to cause some mischief, where we ended up laughing and laughing. Danielle laughed so hard she almost had an asthma attack...it took her a good 20 minutes to stop coughing.
I had to add the last picture of us in the bathroom, because, seriously, Men have no idea how great it is to go to the bathroom in a pack. When we were young it was usually to talk about our dates and even decide if we seriously needed to bolt on them, other times its to fix a wardrobe malfunction, but this particular time, it was cause more than one of us had to go, AND so that nobody had to go alone. :)
I seriously don't know what girls do without each other. Every girl needs other girls to lean on, laugh with, cry with, and eat good food with.

Judging others, being perfect, and not being good enough

Forgive me oh readers, for I'm about to get mushy on you...sorry, but I can't help it. Please skip this entry if you feel like it, and frankly I'm a little embarassed that I'm posting it, because I hate sharing thoughts that are so personal to people who may or may not understand what I'm trying to express.
First of all these are just the thoughts in my head and not meant to be taken personally in any way to anyone. I am in no way making any accusations to any of my friends or readers, as I am just as imperfect as they are in every way. That's sort of the point.
There have been several things on my mind lately. Actually I've always been pretty passionate about them, and lately it's been on my mind again, maybe because I've been thinking a lot about my own imperfections, and also because of things I notice going on around me all the time.
Recently my religion had the General Relief Society meeting, a meeting directed mainly at the women of the church. President Monson, a man who we believe is a modern day prophet, touched up a lot on things that have been bugging me lately regarding how people judge others, and I absolutely love that he spoke about it. If you haven't had a chance to hear/read his talk, you can read it here. (Click on the word "here" in the previous sentence...it's not highlighted for some reason, but it's a link) Even if you aren't a women of the church, it's material speaks, I think to everyone.
I hear it all the time...people saying bad things about other people, because of choices they make or have made. Maybe it's the way said person handles their problems, maybe it's what they wear, how they speak, or what they look like...we live in an extremely judgmental world. It makes me particularly sad when people of my own religion, who know better say bad things about others. It makes me grit my teeth every time. It frustrates me, and it makes me sad, and even irritated. In the article I highlighted above our prophet states, " There is really NO way we can know the heart, the intentions, or the circumstances of someone who might say or do something we find reason to criticize. Thus the commandment: “Judge not.” "
I think that judging other people is an easy commandment to forget. It's easy to look at someone for the things they do, the weaknesses they have, or the choices they make and just label them as an "idiot" , "airhead" , "slut" , "Lazy" , "irresponsible", etc. Though I try not to, I have found myself guilty of criticizing others in my mind when I, myself am not perfect and have no right to do so. Why do we do it? Why do we compare ourselves to others or criticize them? What is it in our human nature that makes us think we have any right to judging what kind of human being someone else is, due to what we see in our very limited, human vision?
Bottom line is we're all on the same journey in this world. We're all on the same path...we should be helping each other. I know this sounds cheesy, but it's true so I don't really care if I sound like a cheese ball for writing it.


I read an article last night by a man who, even though does not have the same religious beliefs as I do, wrote about what he calls "The disease of Perfection", and how we, as a society are so desperate to be perfect and not be judged negatively, while at the same time judging others, and that it's destroying us as a whole. You can read it here
(Click on the word "here" in the previous sentence...it's not highlighted for some reason, but it's a link)
and you can read for yourself and decide if I'm crazy or not for crying like a little girl the whole time I was reading it. I hate thinking about lost, and sad people in the world who have nobody to turn to and are so afraid of either not appearing perfect, or being judged...and judging themselves, not willing to forgive themselves for their imperfections and try and move on. It's so easy for us not to face our weaknesses because it would mean admitting that we have them, which we don't want to. That's why I served a mission. I wanted people to know that they had worth, that there was hope, and that they were not alone. If it wasn't for the concepts of the gospel I would have easily been hindered just as badly as the people that the author mentions in the above article.
When I was 19, I lived away from home and my parents lived in an entirely different state. For the first time, if I didn't feel like going to church, I didn't have to. If I didn't feel like going to school, I didn't have to. I was free to make my own choices without a guardian pushing me in the direction they wanted me to go. I did a lot of soul searching during that time. I was very very blessed and fortunate to be around loving friends, church leaders, visiting teachers and institute teachers that were always there for me. I was young, restless, impulsive and expressive. I wasn't the typical Utah Mormon girl. I dressed like a rock star complete with leather pants of every color, among other things. I'm sure a lot of people judged me by what I wore. What they didn't know was that I was temple worthy, read my scriptures every day, wanted to serve a mission, already served in the institute of religion council, and even though I wasn't endowed, I went and performed baptisms in the temple every week before school. I loved the Lord. I was judged on both sides...some people thought bad things about me because of the clothing I chose to wear at the time, others were shocked to discover how "churchy" I really was, because I was "too cool" (which I think meant "laid back" in their language) to be so passionate about my religion. Like I said though, I was very blessed to have a lot of good people around me who didn't judge me, and by not judging me, allowed me to grow. Had my friends, leaders, and teachers treated me with disdain for some of my more frivolous choices I'm not sure I'd have progressed at all, or be where I am today. In fact I would have felt lost, and confused, allowing the adversary to tempt me into the opposite direction and make a lot of bad choices. I don't know where I'd be if it weren't for the good, unconditional people in my life at that time, and no matter where I go or what I do, I will always be grateful for them. Some of them read this blog occasionally and they know who they are. :) Because of that experience, I make a point to try and give everyone the benefit of the doubt, because like pres. Monson said, I don't know their hearts, and maybe more than anything, they need to know that other people will still treat them like human beings before they're willing to face their own weaknesses. In his words, "How can we love one another, as the Savior has commanded, if we judge each other? (On a side note, I don't dress like that anymore, mostly because my fashion sense along with my way of thinking has changed...not because I think bad people wear those things.)
Being a religious person, I strongly believe that one of the adversaries greatest and most successful weapons is making people feel bad about themselves. After all, what would impede our progression in this life more than feeling worthless and incapable? I know this is something I struggle with. I've struggled with the concept of "Not Being Good Enough" all my life. At times it really has hindered my progression in some aspects because I was so afraid of failure in the things I wanted to accomplish that I didn't even try. I don't think I'm the only person who's felt that way. I'm pretty sure that in the society we live in, most people are already aware of their imperfections, (or in denial of them) and don't need those imperfections rubbed in their faces by people who don't really know their heart. We can't help others by making them feel bad, especially if they already feel bad and we just don't know it.
I have many many weakness, and I've been thinking a lot about them lately. Wanna know some? Sometimes I have no patience with my kids and I find myself quick to reprimand them, when they're just being kids. I feel inadequate because I never finished college, and I feel like others think less of me for it. I feel guilty because I'm not as good at reading my scriptures every day, like I used to before I got married. I'm very self critical about my body, and I feel pressured to hide all my physical flaws because of it. I have a temper, and need to learn to control it. I get my feelings hurt too easily. I'm prideful. Sometimes I'm just too dang lazy to do any housework. Sometimes I feel ridiculously misunderstood because I don't know how to express myself. I'm easily distracted...with a very short attention span. I put up a lot of walls to keep people from knowing how I really feel. I struggle with listening to uplifting music. I complain too much and can be very negative sometimes. I have issues with being told what to do by other people, and I'm generally rebellious by nature because of it. I have a hard time forgiving others who have wronged me in the past. I could go on and on. I'm not trying to have a pity party on myself here, I'm embarrassed to admit some of these things where people can read them and yes, judge me, but we all struggle with weaknesses in this life and whether your weaknesses are the same as mine, it's irrelevant.
The thing is, anyone can find something wrong with everyone because we all have something wrong with us, that's why we're here...to recognize our weaknesses and overcome them. More than that...to stop thinking negatively towards others who may have weaknesses that we don't.
When I was living in Bolivia as a missionary, my companion and I came across a kid who was face down in the road in the rain, completely passed out from drinking. He was taken to a home of a lady in the neighborhood who had a son his age, and because of her generous, motherly nature, she cleaned him and dressed him in clean clothes. We helped him get home and started visiting him and teaching him about the Savior. During one of his visits, his mother, right in front of him, complained to us for a half hour about how worthless, and stupid he is, and how he's nothing but a disappointment. I can still remember the pain in his face hearing his mother speak this way about him, saying a lot of things I won't repeat. I don't know what happened, but I stood up and told her to stop. I looked her in the eye and told her that she was wrong, that he had infinite worth, that Christ knows his heart, loves him, and hasn't given up on him. I told her that he was my friend, and that it hurt me to hear her talk that way about my friend. Something happened after that visit, and the kid, who's name was Jorge, started to change. He began to see his worth. He found people who believed in him and started progressing. He even joined my religion.

I'm so glad he found hope in his life. I'm so happy he found more people who believed in him, his mother eventually came around too. On the outside he seemed like just another punk kid, and in the neighborhood he lived in, it was easy to fall into gang life at his age. It still amazes me how all he really needed was a push in the right direction because in the beginning you would have never guessed it to look at him.
That sad thing is, there are lots of people in the world who feel just as worthless and imperfect as he did, but have nobody to turn to. It's up to us as fellow human beings, and children of God to help them see their worth, instead of allowing them to feel hopeless or just write them off as just another "messed up" person.

I know I'm an imperfect person, and yes, I need to overcome my weaknesses, but at the same time I think it's important to pay attention to which voices I'm listening to. Some voices come from a higher source encouraging me to be better, and some come from the world making me feel inadequate or hopeless. I'm so thankful for the spiritual guidance I have in my life to be able to discern between the two and find peace.
I'm grateful that General conference is coming up because I love the encouragement that I feel from the general authorities when they speak. They have the pure love of Christ, and are very much aware of the every day struggles, great and small that we as children of God have. Conference always gives me motivation to be a better person, but not in a way that makes me feel bad; if anything it's in a way that feels positive, motivating, understanding, and encouraging.

Kyle the Missionary

So this is a little over a week late, but Scott's brother and my Brother in Law, Kyle went to the Missionary Training Center last week to dedicate 2 years of his life to serving the Lord. We had family in town and ate good food and had some really great, and some really enlightening conversations late into the night. Unfortunately, I was pretty terrible at taking pictures for the most part, but was still able to stop being distracted by my kids enough to at least take a few. The night before Kyle left, we all hung out at Aunt Jill's house to eat dinner and give him advice. It was a great night, and a few tears were shed while people said their goodbyes and reflected on how the Gospel, and teaching the Gospel has affected their own lives.
OF COURSE there was time to watch a Phillies game first:


...and here are a few pictures of everyone just hanging around the house:









Some of us couldn't be there, but Rob, Stephanie, and Brian were able to talk on Skype, say hello to everyone, and say their goodbye's to Kyle. I loved the way everyone gathered around the laptop to see them, I found it really endearing.



Anyway, it was great to see family, and Scott and I, who are both returned missionaries along with many in our families, are so proud of Kyle and are really excited for the opportunities he's going to have in Ecuador.

Labor day

We got together with Scott's family for labor day this week. We usually play volleyball or softball whenever we get together, but in an effort to make things a little different, we tried kick ball at aunt Jill's this time.
The girls liked the idea of kickball, at least I did. Memories of gradeschool glory days were running though my mind. Kickball with grown Itri boys is a little different than elementary though. Many injuries ensued. First of all, all the boys tried playing barefoot which turned out to be not a very good idea because thier legs and feet got red. Dan killed his foot in the process and ended up limping on it the rest of the day.
It was actually kind of fun for me though, even though I never made a home run, nor will I ever... at least all I had to do was kick. I'm good at kicking; all those years of Tae Bo are paying off! Crystal and Seth were occupied with the sand pit at the volleyball court which actually enabled me to participate more than I thought I would too. Unfortunately, they were both covered in sand from head to foot afterword. Seth had a layer of sand on his scalp that I swear was a centimeter thick. Gross! He got it in his hair, his ears, his eyelashes, his clothes, his diaper, everywhere.
Anyway the event was a "bring your own meat" event so we all cooked our own meals on the grill and watched the Phillies game afterword. Just when things were going to be fun with a campfire Seth started freaking out and Crystal was getting fiesty too...it was close to their bed time so we just went home rather than deal with what was sure to be stressful. Alas, that's the life of a responsible parent.

Dan icing his foot:


...and here's Jason examining said foot:



Meanwhile, Scott cooked hamburgers:


Seth dug the massage chair:


The boyz watching the game. A common view around Itris:


Hope everyone had a great Memorial Day.