Incoherently Yours

It’s been in my mind for a while now to make a weekly blog about things that are my FAVOURITES. I have a lot of favourites. When I like something, I really, really like it and I want other people to like it, too. Food, movies, clothes, health products, beauty products, books, shoes… you name it, I want to share it and spread the love. For my first blog of this nature it does feature all Arbonne products, but that won’t always be the case. I already have a lengthy list of Favourite Things. In hindsight I realize a lot of my favourite things happen to be from other Network Marketing Companies. (I’m looking at you Pampered Chef, Epicure, Young Living, Nature’s Sunshine, and Tupperware. And plenty more!) I think that’s because I, in my brilliancy, have discovered in the vast majority of my experiences, products from companies like these are just better. Better for you, better quality, and a better buying experience. Anyways! On to my favourites for this week! Re9 Smoothing Facial ...

                I think Kadon thought gummy bears were called yummy bears.  This morning at breakfast I told him to eat his toast.                 “It’s yummy!” I said.                 “Yummy? Yummy, yummy bears?!”                 Which then segued into him talking about bears and how they are bad and he doesn’t like them and he will shoo them.                 Anytime I change Eli’s diaper, Kadon is there to interrogate.                 “Poop?”                 “Yep.”   ...

                When I was 13 years old I got the best birthday present ever. I went with my Mom and Dad to Spruce Grove to pick her up. She was a little yellow ball of energy. She was my first pet that was all mine. A yellow lab with yellowy/green eyes.                 I remember sitting in the back of the van, staring at her and trying to figure out what I would name her. I was intrigued by her eyes. I don’t know if they were, but they seemed unique to me. They reminded me of gemstones. And so I called her Gem.                 I was so excited about her name. I remember talking about how later on I would get another dog just like her and name her Jewel and then I would sell their puppies and my business would be called Gemstone Pups. I never did get that other lab, but Gem was my little b...

I like to dabble in a bit of self-sufficiency. I'm really kind of too lazy of a person to jump all in, but I do like to dip my toe in occasionally. I love that we eat our own beef. But do I personally butcher it? Nope, nope. And I mooch chickens off of my mother-in-law. I'm too squeamish to even help. I don't think I'd ever eat chicken again. I love eating our farm-fresh eggs. I informed Sheldon when we got the chickens that I kind of, sort of, really despise/hate birds (and am possibly afraid of them) so I would eat from the fruits of his labours, but I wasn't about to help with them. Turns out, I probably could, as our chickens are weirdly tame and you can pet them if you want to. I don't. But still. Anyways. So yes, we raise most of our own meat, I plant a garden, I freeze veggies, and can some stuff, I keep potatoes and squash and carrots in my cold room. I like to make my own apple juice, jams, and jellies. I like the thought of owning a milk cow. In fa...

I went to a funeral today. They have a way about making you think about death. And grief. And loss. And unfairness. And hope. And Heaven.                 Admittedly, after losing Rory, hope and heaven took a long time to enter my thoughts, to penetrate my soul, to soothe my heart.                 My friend lost her Dad. She’s my age. He’s my parents’ age.                 I thought about my old friend a lot this week. If you look under the definition of introvert in the dictionary, you will find her there. My heart ached and cringed at the thought of all the well-meaning, mostly-loving and kind-intentioned people and words about to come her way. I nodded in complete agreement when a mutual friend whispered at the funeral, “I just want to steal her aw...

                There are moments when I look at my life and my heart feels full to capacity. Moments when I think I might actually explode from all the love I have for my little family. Moments when I can hardly believe how much I’ve been blessed in this life.                 It’s strange, to me. For a long time I didn’t think I would ever feel this way. But I think being on the other side of loss makes you more appreciative of what you still have. Of what you will have.                 Eli is coming up on six months already. Kadon will be two and a half. It’s a busy time. A lovely time. January is the month of calving cows. Sheldon has spent most of his days and nights outside. But even amidst the chaos, I feel at peace. Happy. Content. Hopeful.       ...

I’ve started to plug back in at church. We’re going to a Sunday school class to become members. We are trying to attend more faithfully. I’m going to a Mom and Tots group. We’re planning on going to a married couple’s bible study. It’s encouraging. It’s scary. It’s lovely to feel connected. It’s exhausting. Sundays can so easily turn into “me” days. Into family days. Into rest (sleep in, stay in pj’s, cuddle on the couch) days. But I want my kids to grow up in church. I want church to be normal and necessary and an integral part of their lives. So I have to make it part of mine. I grew up in church. Up until I got pregnant with Rory I was quite active in church. And then my life was destroyed by the death of my daughter. Church became… uncomfortable. I didn’t want to talk to people. I didn’t want people to talk to me. What if they talked about Rory? Or worse… what if they never did? What was the point? I couldn’t worship. I couldn’t pray. The last thing on my mind was enriching my f...