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It’s funny where life will lead us some times. At this time last year, I was really trying to get my bearings on life. I was really unsure of who I was and what I wanted. I have always felt that opportunity is always there…you just have to be ready and willing to take it. I spent six months of this year trying to rediscover who I was and what I wanted in life.

After a little over three years, it was time to leave Premier Mentoring. I will always be grateful for what they did for me and all the wonderful people who I met. I still keep in touch with a few of my clients that came into the program and really appreciate the learning that I did there.

So after a few months of running through my savings and doing a few consulting jobs, my dream opportunity presented itself…campaign manager for Liz Muniz in House District 33. It really was the situation that I had been waiting for, and wanting for several years. I was seriously involved with the Democratic Party many years ago, but left to raise my family and then never went back to it. I am so grateful for the many wonderful people I have met and have been so supportive. I plan on making the most of my new opportunity, and to help grow the Democratic Party in Utah.

I have under gone a complete makeover. New haircut, new clothes, and really a new attitude. Thank you Jennifer Imes for that and so much more. Also to Auretha Callison for help and advice.

On the really bad side, my dear friend Nan Chatwin lost her battle with cancer at the beginning of the month. She was truly my best friend. I feel lost at times without being able to talk to her. But, I am so happy that she is free of pain. She suffered so much, and as much as I miss her, I am glad that she is free. I have so many wonderful things and memories of her, so she will always have a special place in my heart.

So many people have made a positive influence on my life this year. It would take me forever to name them all. A special thanks to all at the Utah State Democratic Headquarters, you all were so kind. And also to all of those I met on the campaign trail…a big thank you.

To the Gonzales family…all of you…you are the family I haven’t had in a very long time and I will never forget how much you have done for me. You have my undying affection, respect, and loyalty.

I am very optimistic about the new year. I feel like everything that I have worked for will be mine.


For the Super Bowl…I have to repost

My first memory of football was being a Green Bay Packer fan. I was influenced by the book “Instant Replay” by Jerry Kramer. It helped that my town’s colors were Green and Gold. I was born and raised in the era of Packer dominance in the NFL. So I suppose I was kind of a front-runner. When I was 14 that was changed and I was shattered when my Dad was transferred to Denver. I was devastated. This was right before 9th grade, which I had been looking forward to. I even had four close friends come to the airport to see me off.

I think my Dad knew how I felt. Let me give you some background. I have 3 sisters. All four of us were born within five years of each other. Subsequently, my parents had to work a lot. That little quiet time with one or the other parent just didn’t happen too much. My only remembrance (and I do have a great memory) of any time alone with my Dad was when I was in 4th grade and he had me stay home from school so we could do some serious baseball shopping in anticipation of my first season in little league. That’s the other key component…my family is incredible sports fanatics. That was the dominant thing in our household. But back to my story.

I was pretty much alone and very miserable. One magical day, my Dad came home with Broncos’ tickets for the two of us. Even though it was a preseason game (against the Baltimore Colts), and of course the Broncos lost, it forever sealed a bond with my Dad and a love affair with the Broncos. When they finally, on their fourth try, won the Super Bowl, my first reaction was to call my Dad. By that time I had moved back to Salt Lake City. We celebrated that victory together.

My Dad passed away a couple of years ago. That day and the day of his funeral were the saddest days of my life. Not a day goes by that I don’t think of him. A picture of him is on my wall at work. As another Bronco season begins tonight, I will think of him and root for our team. Because of that, I am a Denver Broncos fan and will be for life!

I feel reborn today. I feel like I am ready to be the best me that I can. They say that when you hit bottom, you have nowhere to go but up. Over the past eight months, I have certainly seen my share of bottoms…physically, personally. professionally, mentally, and emotionally. Almost to the point that I didn’t think I could go on another second. But, with the help of friends and my higher power, I not only survived, I came out stronger and better than ever before. I am now ready to be my best me!

It’s time to really focus on what I want to do with my life and how I can best impact the lives of others. Time to devote my life to helping others and doing what I can to better my world!

We live in a divisive world. We live in world full of blame and hate. Who does that make happy? Do you feel better about yourself when you are putting others down? I know I don’t. And I am guilty of this. I admit it. I am not proud of myself. My friends deserve better.

I have strong views and opinions. I think it is important to express those views. I think it’s important to express my opinion and the reasons behind it. That doesn’t mean I need to belittle someone else and tell them that their opinion is wrong just because I don’t agree with it. It’s time to return civility into our discourse. It’s time to start the healing process to end the divisions. We are a diverse country. That is our strength. We can have our disagreements but at the end of the day do what is best.

Negativitiy takes up so much time. It also produces an energy that spreads. Why not spread a positive energy. Why not spread joy and comfort instead of hate and venom. It’s time for all of us to be the change. It’s time to take a step back and really celebrate the joy in life. It’s time to find that common ground to help all people…regardless of the differences. Be the change.

How can we make a difference with others? We can start by changing ourselves. Try to be more civil…more understanding…more open minded. And really stop taking things that others say and post so seriously. Once you make the change with yourself, others will follow.

The topic for today is what I do well with my diabetes control. Wow! What a tough subject for me. I guess if there is one think that I really do well it would be that I have learned to recognize the signs of when I am doing well or not.

When my blood glucose level is high…it gives some obvious (to me) signs. My levels generally run from 70 – 130. That’s really good since when I was diagnosed I was averaging over 220 and when I got sick a couple of months ago I was at 230+! The feelings I get now when I am over 150, really makes me wonder how I survived feeling that way 24/7! It’s hard to believe that I went that long feeling lousy!

I guess if there is one piece of advice that I can give people it would be to have yearly physicals that include getting your a1c checked. With Type-2 Diabetes reaching almost epidemic numbers in this country, it is important to really monitor that. Also eat better! My big curse is the convenience of fast food. With my job and being single, it is much easier to pick up a burger than to come home and cook for one. That is something that I will always struggle with.

And now I have found another thing that I am good at…helping others avoid this!

Have a great week!

Dear Mom:

Another Mother’s Day is upon us. I am reminded of growing up in Kearns…we would wake up on Sunday and go to your Mom’s. Gram would make us breakfast…we would bring flowers…all of us would give you and her hand-made gifts and cards. It was always the “safe” place for us…free from the stress that was there.

Mom…I know that it was hard. You had all four of us within five years…almost to the day. You were still pretty young yourself…barely 19 when Marcey was born. For most of the time before we went to school you worked two jobs. Dad worked nights so he could get paid more. We never felt like it was a struggle financially, but looking back, I know that it was.

Mom…I can count on one hand the sporting or school events that you missed. You were always there..cheering not just me…but my teammates as well. You shared in our triumphs and disappointments. Many of them called you “Mom”. You welcomed all of my friends into our house…made sure we were all fed and safe. You would bring extra food to those all day track meets in high school…enough to feed an army.

Mom…you gave me my love of music. We would sit for hours listening to the great musicians of the time. I remember you going with us to see Boston and Queen in Denver…and also waiting in line to get Bruce Springsteen tickets. You encouraged us to explore other genres of music…taught me to appreciate theater…movies…and a love of art.

Mom…you gave me my love of politics and history. I remember we watched the Apollo missions together. And how we both were watching when Robert Kennedy was shot. I remember your tears as if it was yesterday.

Mom…you gave me my sense of humor…the ability to laugh at myself. My caring nature…my patience.

Mom…it’s been about five years now. We both had to make choices. I think about you everyday and long to speak with you. I sometimes go by where you live…in fact…was there today. I have dialed your number many times…just to hear your voice. I understand the choice you had to make. I wish you could see the person that I am today…to share in my triumphs and disappointments. To be able to talk about the physical issues that we both have now. Hopefully soon.

Mom…I love and miss you…and thank you!

A little history about Cinco de Mayo courtesy of

In 1861 the liberal Mexican Benito Juárez (1806-1872) became president of a country in financial ruin, and he was forced to default on his debts to European governments. In response, France, Britain and Spain sent naval forces to Veracruz to demand reimbursement. Britain and Spain negotiated with Mexico and withdrew, but France, ruled by Napoleon III (1808-1873), decided to use the opportunity to carve a dependent empire out of Mexican territory. Late in 1861, a well-armed French fleet stormed Veracruz, landing a large French force and driving President Juárez and his government into retreat.
Certain that success would come swiftly, 6,000 French troops under General Charles Latrille de Lorencez (1814-1892) set out to attack Puebla de Los Angeles, a small town in east-central Mexico. From his new headquarters in the north, Juárez rounded up a rag-tag force of 2,000 loyal men—many of them either indigenous Mexicans or of mixed ancestry—and sent them to Puebla. Led by Texas-born General Ignacio Zaragoza (1829-1862), the vastly outnumbered and poorly supplied Mexicans fortified the town and prepared for the French assault. On May 5, 1862, Lorencez drew his army, well provisioned and supported by heavy artillery, before the city of Puebla and led an assault from the north. The battle lasted from daybreak to early evening, and when the French finally retreated they had lost nearly 500 soldiers. Fewer than 100 Mexicans had been killed in the clash.
Although not a major strategic win in the overall war against the French, Zaragoza’s success at Puebla represented a great symbolic victory for the Mexican government and bolstered the resistance movement. Six years later—thanks in part to military support and political pressure from the United States, which was finally in a position to aid its besieged neighbor after the end of the Civil War—France withdrew. The same year, Austrian Archduke Ferdinand Maximilian, who had been installed as emperor of Mexico by Napoleon in 1864, was captured and executed by Juárez’s forces. Puebla de Los Angeles was renamed for General Zaragoza, who died of typhoid fever months after his historic triumph there.

Many people outside Mexico mistakenly believe that Cinco de Mayo is a celebration of Mexican independence, which was declared more than 50 years before the Battle of Puebla. That event is commemorated on September 16, the anniversary of the revolutionary priest Miguel Hidalgo y Costilla’s famous “Grito de Dolores” (“Cry of Dolores”), a call to arms that amounted to a declaration of war against the Spanish colonial government in 1810.

Growing up…Sunday was always a relaxing day. It was the day that we would all go over to my grandparents for the better part of the day. The lived within walking distance of the house, so as we got older we could walk, or ride bike, but mostly we would drive up.

I would watch sports on TV with my grandpa. I remember during football season, he would place a small TV on top of the larger one so he could have both games going. I would also lay in front of the stereo listening to my uncle’s albums…memorizing every word and note.

My Grandma would cook for us…any meal. Plus snacks. The house was always filled with the most wonderful smells. In warm weather we would sit outside overlooking her wonderful flower garden. Grandma was also a serious crossword puzzle player. My love for words really came from doing puzzles with her from a very young age. Any one who has played me in Words With Friends can blame her for the bizarre words that I come up with. Sometimes you just have to make it fit!

My grandparents have passed away…Grandpa over 20 years ago and Grandma just in the last few. I am really grateful that my Grandma got to know my children before she died. Every Sunday, I think back to those times and realize how lucky I was in some aspects growing up. It’s that memory of simpler times that relaxes me and helps me remember to stay grounded and enjoy what I have.

Posted: February 9, 2012 in Family, Personal
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I am reposting this for Father’s Day! I miss my dad more and more each day.


My first memory of football was being a Green Bay Packer fan. I was influenced by the book “Instant Replay” by Jerry Kramer. It helped that my town’s colors were Green and Gold. I was born and raised in the era of Packer dominance in the NFL. So I suppose I was kind of a front-runner. When I was 14 that was changed and I was shattered when my Dad was transferred to Denver. I was devastated. This was right before 9th grade, which I had been looking forward to. I even had four close friends come to the airport to see me off.

I think my Dad knew how I felt. Let me give you some background. I have 3 sisters. All four of us were born within five years of each other. Subsequently, my parents had to work a lot. That little quiet time with one or…

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