Monday, September 30, 2013

"Test Taking Master"

Growing up in elementary and junior high school, I loved to take tests. I got a total rush competing against my friends, always comparing their grades to mine. Didn't matter the test - Timed math facts, spelling tests, reading comprehension, whatever. I knew I would nail it and I did. I always did.

In high school, I was cool with tests until my senior year in calculus. My straight A's went away, THANKS A LOT MR. TURNER! I began to REALLY DOUBT my testing abilities after that.  He got into my head.

At BYU, my grades were decent, until I met my sugar. Then... well... let's just say, there were way too many unofficial "snow days" that kept me from class, and instead, snuggling with my sugar.

At UNLV, my impeccable grades returned. I was unstoppable. Straight A's were expected and always achieved.

I would not have anymore academic tests for me to worry about so I just continued in my personal belief that I was a "Test Taking Master!"

But in 2005, I began to start taking tests again. These tests would change my life. They would change my sugar's life. However, these tests were more stressful than any other test I had ever taken in any of my schooling. I would study. I would pay attention to the proper timing to maximize the best results to be in my favor and to uphold my "Test Taking Master" status. Feeling completely prepared each time, I would take the test.

My testing continued each month for the next 2 and 1/2 years. I failed each time. I cried each time.  I failed miserably. I just could not pass, always wanting, hoping, and praying to see either the pink or blue results that said I passed (never red because we know as teachers that red is detrimental to a test taker's psyche.) I don't believe that RED PEN  nonsense but I have always found it funny. I began to hate people who could pass this test, with such ease. I became a very resentful person. (Let me reword that.) I became an even more resentful person to so many who were passing this simple test that I knew in my heart I was supposed to pass. That I was supposed to conquer. I no longer considered myself the "Test Taking Master."

Defeated. Disappointed. Desperate. My sugar and I decided to take an alternate route to passing the test. We were given a new outlook on how to pass the test and how I needed to change my attitude, my diet, and basically, my overall being. This testing tutor, or homeopathic doctor,  Michelle Johnson, was what we needed for me to pass the test. (Along with our Heavenly Father's help of course!)

In 2008, after countless tests, I finally passed! My sugar and I finally would become parents. We gave birth to the most beautiful baby girl, Afton Joy, born on March 19, 2009. I had resumed my ability to test well, but still not sure I would ever resume the title I once held so proudly. Especially considering we were told that we would never be able to have children naturally from our fertility specialist doctors. (Boy, were they wrong!)

 
We loved every second of every minute we had with our proudest result of a test. She was and is perfect in every way!
 
In January of 2010, while being homeless, I somehow found myself needing to take that test again. Thinking to myself sarcastically, "Wow. This is a statistic I never dreamed of achieving during my lifetime- HOMELESS AND KNOCKED UP!" But it turned out, I was just that. Homeless and knocked up. I passed the test. Again.

On August 29, 2010, our sweet boy, Jack was born. He was more of a challenge in the process of getting him here, but worth every up and down (attempting to come at 24 weeks, emergency cerclage placed, mandatory bed rest for 14 weeks, breech, manual aversion, scare of C-section) we had to go through. Could I possibly be the "Test Taking Master" again?


I didn't need to know the answer to that question. It wasn't important to me to resume that title. I was sure that I was done having babies. I knew I was content with my girl and boy. They are so special to me and make our little family perfect! They both were the best results of any test I have ever taken.

However, in the end of August of this year, in the beginning of 2nd semester dental school for my sugar, if I may add, I had to take the test again. Clearly, my stress was much different this go round with taking the test. Amazingly, I happened to have one in my home. The test packaging read, "Expires after September 2009." I was sure that the results would not be accurate considering how old the test was, along with how crazy it was for us to actually have another baby at this time in this stressful, chaotic, "I'm basically a single mom thanks to dental school", stage of our lives. Not satisfied by the results, a friend bought me another to test to take. This one was from the DOLLAR store. I took the test again. Honestly though, how accurate could it be? It was from the freaking DOLLAR store. So I decided I would have the most official test possibly done. I would go to the actual doctor and have them confirm what I saw on these 2 different,  expired and $1 tests.



It's clear, once again, I have returned to the title of "Test Taking Master."

Westra Baby #3 is due April 6, 2014!
(What the crap are we doing? Baby is due at BOARDS and FINALS for his 2nd year of school!)






Thursday, September 26, 2013

Superhero Party for my little Superhero!

It was clear what my son's 3rd birthday party would be from the start.

A SUPERHERO PARTY!
Reason1:
Since watching The Avenger's a few months ago, he has asked to watch it everyday at least 3 times a day. Let me assure, he does not get to watch it that often, but needless to say, it is the most viewed movie on our Netflix account, much to his sister's dismay.
Reason 2:
I also some great pictures taken by Ashley Tasker for our Father's day gift that would be perfect for his invitation. Too adorable not to use it!
Reason 3:
He pretends to be Batman, Superman, Hulk, Thor, Spiderman, Captain America, Green Lantern, Flash, and Hawkeye intermittently throughout the day while mixing in some golf, baseball, soccer, and football of course.
 
Of course I stole ideas from pinterest. (It still hurts my heart to know that I am no longer creative. I am lazy and find ideas on pinterest, instead of relying on my own brain. Just makes me feel lame, but I won't go there. I have already complained about my laziness on a previous post! I should be over it by now. Clearly I am not.)
 
This party needed to have all the makings of a SUPER party!
 
SUPER DECOR!
My favorite part of the DECOR was the SuperHERO Underwear banner that hung over the kitchen table from the window. I am sad that none of those pictures turned out.


SUPER FOOD!
 Super Subs
All Healthy foods to help enhance their Superhero skills!
Ok. Maybe these aren't the healthiest, but at least they don't cause ANAL Leakage.
(30 Rock reference!)

SUPER GAMES!
We played 3 games. They were very fun.
1. Hulk Smash Bomb Detonation
WE had 40 balloons.
Inside them they said, "POW," "BAM," "POP," or "You saved the day!"
 Only 3 people actually saved the day!
2. Danger Identification & Web Skills
Me explaining just how intense this game was.
"Run as fast as you can, identify the bad guys and don't harm the innocent princesses or sweet animals. Shoot with your webs (silly string) to save the day. Accuracy and speed matter."
 Jack kicking butt!
 They competed in groups of threes.
They had a lot of fun.
3. World's Largest Human Spider Web
aka
Use whatever silly string you have and shoot it at your friends.
 
SUPER PHOTO OP!
I built this for $7. I bought some grey fabric and some old black pillow cases from Goodwill. I used the leftover felt pieces from the capes and made a city skyline for the superheroes to take a picture in front of. (I FORCE EVERY CHILD TO TAKE A PICTURE!) I do this so I can have a personalized picture of the friends who came to share this special day with Jack, and then to send thank you cards for the gifts they brought. Who doesn't love thank you cards, with a picture of themselves on it?

 
SUPER CAKE!
Grandma Jones made the yummy chocolate Bundt cake and then we all had fun sorting the M&Ms by color to make this cake look SUPER! It was a hit. (Yes, we all washed our hands.)
 


SUPER PRESENTS!
Jack was spoiled. He had so many people to come and support his big day. He opened so many presents and every time he said, "Oh my GOSH! OH my GOSH!" He was very thankful for the tons of SUPERHERO toys he got, along with his sweet Left-handed baseball glove!
 His eyelashes are soooo long that he has to have it on just right or he can't see.
 
OUR SUPER BOY!
Your sister loved being your Justice League sidekick, Wonder Woman.

 Big Muscles
We ALL love you so much Jack boy. We all hope you had a great and memorable birthday. We can't believe you are already 3 years old. Here's to many more special days with this special boy!
Happy birthday Jack!
 





 
 
 

Friday, September 6, 2013

America's Pastime

Arrived in Philly.
Went straight to a game.
On our way heard Boyz to Men, "I'll Make Love to You."
Classic.

Then, all the makings of a GREAT night at a baseball field.
Great family.
Great seats.
Great food.
Great game.
(10 k's - 2 hits - Phillies won 2 to 1 vs. The Atlanta Braves)