Going to the Miss. Utah pageant

Last night I went with some gals that are involved with the Mrs. Utah pageant to go see the Miss. Utah Pageant. If these girls win they go on the Donald Trumps pageant on T.V. I think it made me more nervous. I not so sure if I can strut my stuff in a swim suit. I would just like to put a disclaimer on my back that reads, "Had 3 c-sections...have a heart." The ladies are nice, but can you say, "one of these things is not like the others." I was wearing my highest heels, but it doesn't count when all the other women wear theirs too. Oh well, I'm just glad they don't line us up in a row side by side like they did in this pageant. I realized I better get my tail on a serious workout regiment between now and April, because the bright lights don't do ya any favors and we are wearing white swimsuits. I'm biting my bottom lip just thinking about it. Just like my blog title reads...did I really sign up for this? From left to right: me of course, Emily Nelson (current Mrs. Utah), Alicia Warnock (former Mrs. Utah and the pageant director), Natalie Murray, Heidi Murray, and Karen Reynolds. All really nice ladies. I can easily see how you create a bond with these ladies, because only they will know what it's like to get on a stage in front of 700 people in a swimsuit. If that wont bond ya, I don't know what will!

Getting a Platform overhaul.

Last Saturday, we had our Mrs. Utah pageant orientation. It was nice to meet some of the women I've been corresponding with over the last couple of months and to see what kind of women would be doing the pageant. I was pleasantly surprised. I think I'm going to make some great friends out of this experience. Is it a little scary...most definitely. Is it intimidating...that's for sure. Will it be worth it...You betcha ya. My dear friend Amy is such a champ. She went with me. She is my adopted sister of sorts. She steps in for me when I need her because my family is on the other side of the country. On our way home, we were discussing my platform and I realized it needed some improvement. So here's my new and improved platform:

"Empowering Individuals through the Gift of English"

I am hoping to help create awareness in the Hispanic community of the opportunities available to them to learn English. After talking with many Hispanic members of our community, I found that the most difficult part of moving to the United States, is the language barrier. The children usually end up in ESL programs, but the parents tend to struggle. There is a lack of parental involvement in the school system by these adults, because they can't communicate with their children's teachers and they have trouble assisting their children in their homework. As a result these students will continue to struggle.
Members of this community also have a hard time receiving the medical care they need, because they cannot properly express their needs to their health care providers. They're job opportunities are limited and the American dream is harder to reach.
I hope to be able to give these people a voice and to help them gain confidence by helping them get the education they need in order to speak the language. How am I going to do this you might ask? Well I'm working on that part. There is a pilot program with the LDS Church that I'm involved in called the Daily Dose. It is a free English class offered 3 days a week at various chapels throughout the state of Utah. We teach basic and intermediate lessons that are applicable in their everyday lives. This week I taught a lesson on "Meeting Your Child's Teacher," and next week is on "Opening a Checking Account." You get the idea. I hope to create awareness and get as many people to these classes as possible. There is also a government funded program in Arizona that I would like to have implemented in our schools in Utah. It is called Sed de Saber, or Thirst for Knowledge. The state has provided Leapfrog Learning Systems that teach English to various schools that are then lent out to the parents of students at the school. They see a 33% increase in their speaking skills. It's at their own pace. Once they complete the course they are then offered a more formal type class to continue their learning.
Do I really know how to go about this. Not really, but isn't this whole process a journey. How empowering it will feel if I truly can make a difference for these people. I enjoy watching them learn in my own class and the friendships you make are priceless.

I know this is long, but if you made it this far, please leave me comments on any questions you might have. This would greatly help me in my preparation.

My platform for the pageant.

My platform for the Mrs. Utah United States pageant is CREATING COMPASSION THROUGH CULTURAL EDUCATION. I feel that in today's society it is crucial for people of all ages, but especially the youth, to gain a greater understanding of those around them who may seem different than themselves, either ethnically or religiously. The more we know about others and the culture and traditions that drive them, the more our hearts can be softened and greater compassion follows. Apparently 1/3 of all hate crimes are committed by children under the age of 18. It's easy to hate those you know nothing about, but through education we learn that we are all more alike than we think and we recognize the humanity of others. Children especially need this type of education while they are developing their core beliefs. Those beliefs will be carried throughout their life and will be passed down to next generation. I have seen this personally by growing up in a small town community in Georgia. I have witnessed racism much on my life and just doesn't sit well with me. I feel like it's time to make a change and that is what I'm out to promote.
You might ask how I intend on doing this. I'm developing a program, keeping in mind that it's in its infancy, that could be implemented into the school programs. I'm hoping one school district at a time. It should be both fun and educational. It goes something like this. I would establish an International Week at school that would serve as a jump start to later become a multi-cultural club. During the week, we would choose a different part of the world to study each day. Activities and experiences would be created around the theme including crafts, songs, food experiments, guest speakers, storytelling and such, and could be tailored to the particular age groups.
At the end of the week we would have a morning assembly that focuses on how we are all alike and how we can celebrate the differences we do have. It could include a guest speaker and a cultural performing group. At lunch we would have what is called "Mix It Up At Lunch," a program I found online. See www.tolerance.org/teens/about.jsp This would encourage the youth to meet and sit with others who seem different themselves. We would encourage the teachers to participate and facilitate the discussions. These events would be followed up by writing assignments and discussions focusing on their experiences and what they learned.
The hope is to create an interest to be carried over into a multi-cultural club at the school. The objective would be to teach and educate and to get the kids involved in the community. They could also work on humanitarian projects that would benefit the people they are learning about.
I've seen the benefit of learning about others in my own life and feel that I've been personally enriched. I have greater love for those around me and feel as though the world is not so big as I used to think. I truly believe that we are all a lot more alike than we think and hopefully I can educate others and help them realize that as well.

I appreciate you reading this and would love your feedback. Tell me any thoughts or concerns you might have. Would you like for your own children to participate in something like this or are there changes you would make or things you would add? Also ask me any questions you may have as well. Thanks and I look forward to the feedback.

For the love of peaches.

Tonight I went and served at the cannery canning peaches. I have so much appreciation for factory workers now. I only did it for 2 hours and my back was killing me. I had to inspect the peaches and remove the pits and squishy parts. So fun let me tell ya. I never knew every peach that is put in my mouth was touched by someone else. I can feel the love as I taste the sweet juicyness(?). It was interesting too because we ate a can of our peaches for dinner before I left the house. I now appreciate them so much more. While I was working my thoughts were about migrant workers and all of the people who work in factories doing this kind of work. You hear so much discrimination and everyone's ready to load them up on buses and ship them out of here. I say unless people are willing to step in and do their jobs, leave those people alone. At least they are doing an honest days work and not standing on the corner asking you for money. All I know is that I like to eat my peaches, and other canned goods, and I'm glad there are people out there willing to do the work. Hats off to you guys.

I'm going to be in a beauty pageant!

Yikes, I can't believe I'm saying it out loud or putting it out there like this. Maybe it's my idea of committing to it. I'm going to enter the Mrs. Utah United States pageant. I figure I've given the last 4 years of my life to being pregnant, having c-sections, nursing and changing diapers. It's time I do something for myself; get me thinking outside of the box. The pageant consists of interviews, swimsuit (Yikes), evening gown, and onstage interviews. I've got to come up with a platform, which I'm pretty sure I know what I'm going to choose. It's a way to invest in myself and I'm excited about the challenge and to see what my true potential is. The big hurdle is coming up with the $1,000 entry fee. I'm looking for sponsors to help me, so if you know anyone with buisnesses who would be interested in helping me by placing an add in the program, please let me know. I could use everyone's support.

I'll be writing about this journey for the next couple of months so stay tuned.

Today's adventure: I went evening gown shopping and I found a dress at Alysse's bridal. I wanted to wear something modest and I found a dress that I really like. Little Gabriela went with me and was very encouraging. She was sad that Mami didn't want to try on the great big hot pink dresses though. She was my little helper and would stand on the chair and zip up my dresses. How touching. She got her turn when we went to the Disney store and she tried on princess dresses. This evening I went back and took my mother and father in law to comfirm my decision on the dress. They were wonderful companions and it's amazing how much I value their opinions.

I got beat up by a pastry!

Man, who knew a cinnamon roll could pack such a punch. Last night I was having a late night snack with Miguel while watching Palin give her speech when all of a sudden I had to pull away from the table. My stomach starched wrenching and the next thing I knew the upper pallet of my mouth and throat began to swell. I could no longer breath out of my nose and my eyes almost swelled shut. I looked down at my legs, and then noticed on my stomach, that it looked like I had been attacked my a swarm of mosquitos. Needless to say, I was freaking out. I started wheezing and thought I was about to take a trip to the hospital. Miguel took a picture of my face. I looked like something you would see on the news with the heading " battered woman." Sorry, I would post it, but if I get picked to run as Vice President, I don't want that showing up on the front page. This morning my eyes are still swollen and it looks like botex gone wrong. I don't think I'll be going anywhere today. You would think Egore had gotten loose. Good thing I can laugh at myself. Anyways, I guess that's one way to stay away from sweets. I don't even want to look at another baked good for a while.

Send me to the MAD house!

I tell you what. I'm about to lose it. Sophia and Julianne are in the dog house. Between the two of them there is constantly someone screaming in my ear all day long. By the end of the night, I'm ready to call the adoption agency. I'm tired of guessing what's wrong with them. Julianne has been keeping me up all night and she's not nursing very well during the day. I know she's hungry, but I give her plenty of opportunities to get her caloric intake during the day. It seems like she cries no matter what I do, so why do anything? I wish I could just force feed her the cereal and formula, but no, she screams about those too. You are probably thinking something's wrong with her, but I think it's a big dose of attitude.
Sophia justs makes me crazy. She needs so much attention and supervision. I think she gets hurt every 10 seconds. Fights with Gabriela every 5. Wants to tell me, actually scream at me, every 2. You get the idea. I wish she was like a car. You know when the check engine light comes on, you take it too the dealership, they hook it up to a machine, and it tells you what the problem is. Why can't Sophia come with an interpreter? I don't know if her bad attitude is because she's tired or is she teething? I DON'T KNOW.
Tonight, I put Julianne in the bouncer and was trying to feed her cereal while she's screaming and moving her head the whole time. I finally put the bowl down, sat there with my head in my hands and listened to her scream as loud as she could. I just wanted to lay my head down and cry. Her screams make me nausiated. What really ticked me off was when I picked her up, she shut up immediately. Do all Mom's want to cry? I bet they do.
Oh and to top it all off. We've had the cold going around our house for the past week. For 4 days, I felt like I was dying and there is no one to help me. Miguel has to work and so I loath him all day while I have to tend to my tormentors. When he's sick it seems like he just goes and lays down; takes the day off. Me, oh no, I have to keep on plowing. No family to help, no one to help with the house, just me. Luckily I'm feeling better physically, emotionally I'm not so sure. It must be the lack of sleep and alone time. Like I said before, I'm pretty close to admitting myself to the mental hospital.