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Art.

Haven’t had time to write new posts, because of work, school, and planning a wedding. But I have been able to edit photos and make new art, eventually I will paint these. All photos taken by emily2jane and edited by emily2jane.

Taken while driving
Relaxing in Boston
You can’t guess what this is…
Me and future hubby💕
Our View
An engagement photo

I’m never not doing art. Some way or another I have art in my life. 😊

“White dress…check, veil…check, flowers…check, food…check,” Emma whispers…

“How’s the list coming, Honey?” Emma’s mother chimes into her dreamland. Have you decided upon everything you want?

“I think so Mother,” as Emma recites it back to her, confident that she is finished.

“You forgot place. You don’t know where you will have it? Has Nathan given you an idea he likes?”

“A place…” Emma ponders… “Nathan wants it to be in a place up in the woods, he went there for his parent’s renewal. It sounds beautiful but I don’t see us being able to afford it.” Why must there be hints of sadness while planning a happy occasion.

“I’m sorry my darling, but it is good to have a budget. Without one you would plunge into your life savings and that money is for the future; you are allowed to be prudent with your earnings,” Emma’s mother says while embracing Emma, “All will work out my baby.”

I was happy with the idea of being married at City Hall then having a grand big reception afterwards. But Nathan had his idea of a ceremony in front of friends and family. I have also always dreamed about having my almost niece be the flower girl, while the youngest nephew is being a batman symbol thrower. Next, my sister in-law walking down, my second eldest sister, then my eldest sister. My mother would be in the audience with my other nephew, because they prefer to be seen but not stared at. Next would come myself and my brothers; they would be giving me away. Hopefully both, but my eldest brother might be sitting with my mom, because he like she are similar. But for sure my younger brother will, he is my best friend. So yes, I have thought about a ceremony, the idea of having my friends and family taking part in our happy occasion warms my soul. But then that is more spending. If the place and seating was taken care of, I would be able to do the rest, within my budget. We just cannot afford it all.

Understand that Emma has told her mother all of this before, so as Emma sits quietly debating these thoughts in her head, Emma’s mother is just holding her and giving a head scratch.

“What if we had it at Grandpa’s and Grandma’s? The space is big enough. It might not give us everything, and we would have enough within our budget for the rest of the occasion.” Emma suggests an idea, nothing is set in stone.

“I am sure they would love to have you there. But you must discuss it with your future husband, these choices should be a team effort. Everything will be perfect because you are marrying someone you love.”

“Thanks mama, I love you.”

“I love you too, my baby girl.”

Prudent

It begins…

Today is our first swim meet of the season and I am not as nervous as I am every year. That might change as I step onto the bus that will take us to showdown.

I am an unusual coach. I like to be the best, but I also like for you to have fun!

My swimmers swam their hearts out yesterday…and it was only Monday practice. If you don’t talk swim I apologize, but they did 4300 yards yesterday; and 3100 yards was the main set. They died…and I couldn’t be more proud. The unusual part of me is I want them to forget that they are dead and die all over again.

Swimming is about moments. Depending on the athlete… but you only have 24 sec, within your moment, to define your effort. Your pain, your suffering must accumulate into something grand so that you know you are doing something right. I think that some of them understand my methods, but that doesn’t stop them from trying to get me to change my plans for them.

Like yesterday, I had a plan for practice. Yes, they would have hated it, but it would have made them stronger. Yes, they would be exhausted today, but it would make that 50 Freestyle seems easy peasy!! Instead I changed my set. Again sorry if you don’t understand…

This what they would had did…

1x(20x25s@25 FR/ 50ez/ 20x50s@40FR/ 50ez/ 10x100s@1:20 FR)

1min rest+50ez

1x(10x50s@45 FR/ 50ez/ 20x25s@25 FR/50ez/ 5x100s@1:15 FR)

50ez

DONE. 4150 yards (main set only (does not include warm-up and cool down)

Instead they did…

3250 yards…

What would that extra 850 yards do…? Someone swimming the 500 FR today would say before the race…I just died doing 4100 yards all out yesterday…this is easy peasy…moments like these can make small improvements. The person,they will race would be terrified. (Because most high schools are not as crazy competitive as me…) So that kid would be thinking before his/ her race…”they are more experienced than me…” or “They are gonna kick my butt!”

(In a world where %= 150%) For swimming, it is 100% physical. This sport uses every muscle equally and drains all your energy. If you swim correctly…

It is 30% mental, I can only do so much as a coach. The biggest thing for a swimmer is decide if you want it more than anyone; YOU swim for YOU, not parents, not school,not your coach, not for friends…You!

Lastly, it is 20% intimidation…Yes, intimidation…You need to portray yourself as the best. You need to stand behind the blocks puffing your chest out. You need to, without being a stinker about it, get into your competitors minds and make them believe you will win the match…

Though it is true, you will not always win 1st place…but swimming is truly about you and a clock. That clock wants you to not try, wants you to give up, wants you to say “I can’t”…If you do, your competitive clock wins. The time runs on, your efforts are wasted.

Stop the clock, make it stop for you! You are in control of what happens. As a coach I wish I could stop the clock sooner. I wish I could make each of them the best they can be…

I guess this meet is different because some of them have done everything I have told them. They have all the knowledge I can give them. I can say focus on this, or focus on that…but I can’t stop their stopwatch.

My three things as a coach…I believe its still the same as last year…

  • Respect. Yourself, Me, parents, swimmers, officials, etc.
  • Try. In practice, at meets, in school, at home, with friends, with people…etc. If you don’t try then what’s the point to begin with.
  • Do! Show me what you’ve got. Lay it all out for me and everyone to see. Walk up to the block and face the clock. The showdown is up to you.

Take your mark…Beep.

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Communication…

My almost Hubby said something yesterday…

He said that, “Girls talk in squares and guys talk in circles…”

I found that funny but then also true. We had a miscommunication this last weekend, and not only did we had that miscommunication…he went to the desert with friends to blow things up. Before he left however, I drove out to him and had a miniature meltdown… and we talked it out. And he told me our future was already set in his mind…that he was already planning things. But in my mind he hadn’t said anything, and that fickle thing called doubt was creeping into my mind…

Stupid thing, doubt…life would be easier without it…

Anyways, we did talk before he left but when he got back there was an awkward tension between us. I could feel it, and I knew he could too. So of course I said something about, “Do you feel the awkwardness between us…” Obvious is what I am. I am not the most unobservant person in the world…

Anyways, after I blurted it out we sat in the room trying to pin point the awkwardness. He suggested one, I answered. He suggested another I answered. The awkwardness was discovered…He was hurt that I didn’t trust him that he would soon be my Hubby. He said that its his job to keep it secret and make it be the ultimate surprise…

My heart shrank in size, I could understand his sadness, his hurt. I would feel he same if he questioned me, on my love for him. But my greatest flaw is my doubt. Doubt is a fickle fiend that is always making himself present in the happiest of times…

I looked him in the eye and apologized a thousand times (maybe not a thousand but my watering eyes probably showed him my apologies, knowing that he will hurt awhile. But I love him unconditionally, completely, and forevering…(I know is not a word but I like it!)

After the awkwardness was gone he pulled me into the warmest of hugs and says, “We just need to remember that you talk in squares and I in circles…”

“What would happen if you mix squares and circles together?” I smartly asked…

“You would have squrcicles…” He said very relaxed and straight faced. Probably he had thought of it too.

“Then we will have to work on our squrcicles…” I snuggled into him. This is where I like to be, its my favorite place. My head against his chest, listening to his breathing; his arms wrapped around me, mine around him; just laying there in my cocoon of love.

I guess, what I wanted to do with this post is, if you are having trouble communicating remember you either talk in squares or circles…you need to find the balance and work on those squrcicles!

Have a great Monday! 💕

Cheyenne to Nebraska…

All photos by: emily2jane

Because we were only 40min from the border we decided to venture towards Nebraska. 
We stopped at the info building for tourists. Nick wanted a map so we didn’t get lost. The man working there told us of all the hot spots we should checkout while being in the state.

First place was the Oregon wagon trail. It was beautiful up there. That’s where I tried to FaceTime my Mom, but there was no service. 


We walked about 1/4 of a mile and once we reached the gravel we were walking where the travelers had walked. The 2 tall rock formations were what the travelers used to know where they were and where to follow to travel.

My guy not knowing he is posing for the photo…😉

It got nippy once we got in the snow. Of course we decided to leave our jackets in the car…

We went up the road to see the better view…it’s amazing!!

There were man made tunnels in the hillsides


There were man made tunnels in the hillsides!


We’ve had Arby’s in another state!! It was one of the best Arby’s I have been to. 😎

That peak off in a distance is chimney rock. When the wagon trail was real, wagons could circle the top of the formation. Because of weather it has decayed and riddled. Now it’s just a point…


We went closer…😁


Across from the chimney was a cemetery. Families that didn’t make the journey on the trail were buried there. The dates went back into the 1850s.


A couple pretty scenes!! 

It was just a fun day to go on a road trip with Nick! We had a wonderful day 😊 Though in Nebraska there is only one location that has trees…Nick says he needs trees.

We are planning on going to Calvary Chapel Cheyenne. More pictures to come!! 

Love you Mother ❤️😊


Pretty…💕

-All photos taken by: emily2jane-