Stephen bought it all on his own. He did some research and after reading comments on it decided it was the one. I love it! I call it my brother and it drives Esteban crazy. Here are some of the projects I've done so far:
Tuesday, July 26, 2011
Saturday, May 28, 2011
Midnight Facebook Suprise
So today I found a little surprise waiting for me when I checked my Facebook. I had a message from one of Stephen's coaches, Tim Ogard. This man means alot to Stephen. He taught him alot of what he knows now about baseball and was a great influence for Stephen growing up. Well he read my blogpost (hopefully he didn't watch our embarrassing music video) about Esteban and liked it so much that he sent me a message telling me how much he loved Stephen and what a great player he was back in the day. (you still are babe) But I loved this so much I had to record it somewhere for time and all eternity. Hence the blog post. Here is a small part of what he said:
"Your friends at BYU have seen him make many great catches out in Center Field. He was doing that when he was 13 on a regular basis. He was awarded "Defensive player of the Tournament" on several occasions. We often played on Junior High fields where there were no outfield fences. When centerfield ran out, there was the football field and it just went on for ever. Stephen would run down balls and catch them no matter how far they were hit, he amazed us many times. We used to play tournaments up near the Canadian border, there was a field where with an uphill slant, out beyond where it was thought a ball could be hit. One time, a ball got hit way out there, and Stephen ran right up that hill and caught it. It was a dangerous thing to have that hill there when a guy is going that fast, and he made it look like an easy catch. Back in those days, he looked just like he does now going after a ball, only he was shorter!!!"
My question to Tim is did he have the same hockey temper back when he was 13? I bet he did.
Tim was also kind enough to send me some cute pictures of little Esteban back in the day.
(His the cutie with the grey cutoff shirt)
I have come to realize that I was pretty smart about marrying Stephen. I have no talents whatsoever. Remember back in the day in school when they asked you to list your talents. Here is what my list probably looked like:
"I talk. alot."
"I eat. alot"
"Did I already say I talk alot?"
Well thanks to Stephen maybe one of our kids will be the next Babe Ruth (minus the extra pounds) and he'll buy me a house on the beach and I can live the rest of my life drinking pina coladas while laying on a hammock under a palm tree. Have I mentioned how Utah forgot it was summer?
"Your friends at BYU have seen him make many great catches out in Center Field. He was doing that when he was 13 on a regular basis. He was awarded "Defensive player of the Tournament" on several occasions. We often played on Junior High fields where there were no outfield fences. When centerfield ran out, there was the football field and it just went on for ever. Stephen would run down balls and catch them no matter how far they were hit, he amazed us many times. We used to play tournaments up near the Canadian border, there was a field where with an uphill slant, out beyond where it was thought a ball could be hit. One time, a ball got hit way out there, and Stephen ran right up that hill and caught it. It was a dangerous thing to have that hill there when a guy is going that fast, and he made it look like an easy catch. Back in those days, he looked just like he does now going after a ball, only he was shorter!!!"
My question to Tim is did he have the same hockey temper back when he was 13? I bet he did.
Tim was also kind enough to send me some cute pictures of little Esteban back in the day.
I have come to realize that I was pretty smart about marrying Stephen. I have no talents whatsoever. Remember back in the day in school when they asked you to list your talents. Here is what my list probably looked like:
"I talk. alot."
"I eat. alot"
"Did I already say I talk alot?"
Well thanks to Stephen maybe one of our kids will be the next Babe Ruth (minus the extra pounds) and he'll buy me a house on the beach and I can live the rest of my life drinking pina coladas while laying on a hammock under a palm tree. Have I mentioned how Utah forgot it was summer?
Thursday, May 26, 2011
Esteban
Stephen's mom says she noticed Stephen was different the moment she started taking him to baseball games. The Wells are from Seattle so they would go to a lot of Mariners' games. Six boys one mom one dad in a 3 hour 9 inning baseball game? doomed for disaster right? not with Stephen. Cindy (my mother in law) says that most of her boys would end up running around and whining they wanted to go home cause it was cold but not Stephen. He would sit quietly and absorb everything that was going on. He loved major league baseball.
It was only uphill from then on. He was three-time all-league at Inglemoor High ... voted most inspirational player on team as a senior. Latter on when he played at BYU and was named to the Mountain West Conference All-Tournament Team ... selected Honorable Mention Freshman All-American by Ping!Baseball and Academic All-Mountain West Conference ... ended the season with a current 15-game hitting streak ... had an eight-game hitting streak earlier in the season ... was on base 10 consecutive times against Utah. (for those who think I'm bragging I am. Stephen is worth bragging and since he won't do it I will).
Stephen wasn't always a baseball star (yes honey you are a star even if you don't want to). Stephen suffered his first year at BYU from a disease we all have experienced sometime in our life. Homesickness. He hated school, he didn't want to play baseball and one day he called his mom and said, "mom I'm coming home." My mother in law, being the wise lady that she is told Stephen he could walk if he wanted to come home cause she wasn't buying him a ticket. Stephen struggled with this until he went on a mission and became a man. Just saying. then a year later he met a wonderful girl who inspired him to be better and was so fun he sometime forgot she was his girlfriend and called her dude. He still does that.
Let me tell you,between you and me, Stephen is the nicest guy but the moment he goes into the field he becomes an angry maniac. We all refer to it as his hockey temper. We are all grateful he plays centerfield so no one can here him yelling at umpires when they make a "bad call". He was also caught on camera once hitting the wall (he claims he was just trying to put the bat away but it's on tape I have proof) after he striked out. Don't get me wrong thought the root of this is Stephen's undying love for baseball. He LOVES baseball. I have learned from him that if you want to be good at something you have to commit to it and work the hardest you can at it. And never ever give up. I am really proud of him and I know he will accomplish great things in life.
Monday, May 23, 2011
We gon' Light it up Like it's Dynamite
A little bit of fun to spice up your day. Enjoy.
*Viewer discretion is advised*
Tuesday, May 17, 2011
Ma Brosephs
"To the outside world, we all grow old. But not to brothers and sisters. We know each other as we always were. We know each other's hearts. We share private family jokes. We remember family feuds and secrets, family griefs and joys. We live outside the touch of time."
Let's just say I love my siblings. We have been best buddies since I can remember. Don't get me wrong we would fight like crazy. Once we were so angry with my little sister we locked her up in the bathroom and then went out to play and forgot about her. Imagine our surprise when we got back around five...But that's what siblings do. you fight and five minutes later you are best buds again. Well we worked really hard so that they could come spend to summer with me and stephen (and marcela occassionally) and the day has come!! they get here on Friday. I haven't seen them since last summer sooo it's been a awhile.
Here are some cool stories of our childhood (although our childhood is not over since we are still children:)
-when we were little we used to love going to the pool. We would play this game were we would throw a penny or anything that would sink, into the pool and then dive to see who could get it first. As dumb as this sounds we loved it. we would play it for hours until we were so sunburned we couldn't put clothes on cause it ripped our skin. boy were we happy. pool honeys!!!!
-we used to play city in the house. FYI parents should really not leave there kids alone in the house. as soon as my mom would leave we would all pick a room and convert it into our store. Marcela had a restaurant and would create her own food and serve it in those tiny plates you get when you're a kid. I would sell our clothes in the room and carry my baby around and tito and tita would buy. somehow marcela would always end up with all the money....
-i need to confess that we were not the behaved kids. We had some addictions. One of them being gambling. Yes we liked to gamble. We would gather all the coins in the house and play our own version of poker (which we called seven crazy men). We would play all summer. Once we were playing in my aunts dining room on a Sunday....and the bishop came in we quickly threw all the coins to the floor but we didn't think about the tinkling noice it would make when they fell. the bishop just laughed and sent us to read our scriptures.
-we didn't have cable so in the summers we had to get creative. We loved hiking and biking and walking through the jungle. Once, inspired by Lassie, we decided to go deep into the forest and then follow our dog home, since obviously he was a over intelligent canine and would lead us there efficiently. We walked for hours untill we realized we were five minutes away from our backyard. boy those were the days.
Let's just say I love my siblings. We have been best buddies since I can remember. Don't get me wrong we would fight like crazy. Once we were so angry with my little sister we locked her up in the bathroom and then went out to play and forgot about her. Imagine our surprise when we got back around five...But that's what siblings do. you fight and five minutes later you are best buds again. Well we worked really hard so that they could come spend to summer with me and stephen (and marcela occassionally) and the day has come!! they get here on Friday. I haven't seen them since last summer sooo it's been a awhile.
Here are some cool stories of our childhood (although our childhood is not over since we are still children:)
-when we were little we used to love going to the pool. We would play this game were we would throw a penny or anything that would sink, into the pool and then dive to see who could get it first. As dumb as this sounds we loved it. we would play it for hours until we were so sunburned we couldn't put clothes on cause it ripped our skin. boy were we happy. pool honeys!!!!
-we used to play city in the house. FYI parents should really not leave there kids alone in the house. as soon as my mom would leave we would all pick a room and convert it into our store. Marcela had a restaurant and would create her own food and serve it in those tiny plates you get when you're a kid. I would sell our clothes in the room and carry my baby around and tito and tita would buy. somehow marcela would always end up with all the money....
-i need to confess that we were not the behaved kids. We had some addictions. One of them being gambling. Yes we liked to gamble. We would gather all the coins in the house and play our own version of poker (which we called seven crazy men). We would play all summer. Once we were playing in my aunts dining room on a Sunday....and the bishop came in we quickly threw all the coins to the floor but we didn't think about the tinkling noice it would make when they fell. the bishop just laughed and sent us to read our scriptures.
-we didn't have cable so in the summers we had to get creative. We loved hiking and biking and walking through the jungle. Once, inspired by Lassie, we decided to go deep into the forest and then follow our dog home, since obviously he was a over intelligent canine and would lead us there efficiently. We walked for hours untill we realized we were five minutes away from our backyard. boy those were the days.
Monday, April 11, 2011
I'm officially an old married lady
It all started one snowy day in the great office of student services. Me, Laurel and Kaori (aka crafty ladies) were bored out of our minds. We had talked about grocery shopping for about an hour and a half. Yeah that's what happens when you get married. Suddenly the subject of how much cheaper toilet paper is at Big Lots than Smiths is somehow interesting to talk about. Well Kaori and Laurel being the awesome friends that they are, opened my mind to a whole new world (who knew something besides sci-fi could entertain me!!!) I thought sowing was for grannies but boy was I wrong. There are this awesome blogs that laddies write where they teach you how to do awesome stuff that is usually super expensive and so easy to make. From pillows, to headbands to rugs. So cool. So I've been practicing my skills of crafting and let me tell you I am good. So far I've only done two things but I'm learning. Honestly it is so fun and it keeps you busy while your man is watching the baseball highlights of the day. as much as I love watching guys catch a ball or hit it with a bat for four hours, sometimes I just need to be a girl. So I wanted to share with my devoted readers my beautiful creations but I have a terrible cold so my nose is running and my hair is slicked back rolled into a granny bun Obviously I needed a model.
Sunday, March 6, 2011
The Gift of Love
In 1 Corinthians 13, Paul describes love as kind, humble, unfailing, and most importantly selfless. He prophecies that everything will fail us but love. Tongues shall cease, knowledge will vanish, but pure love will always be there. He declares that perfect love excels and exceeds all else. All these phrases and definitions are beautiful and make you feel good inside and inspire you to become better, but they are dead if they are not put into action. Today I learned that having the pure love of Christ is moving beyond our comfort zone and loosing ourselves for others. Well you might ask, how did you learn this? Honestly I just watched a movie.
Jack and Molly Campbell enjoyed a perfect life with their adopted 6-year-old son, Joey. One phone call shatters their world when they learn Joey's biological father has just been released from prison and discovered a loop hole in the adoption papers and now lays claim to his son. He wants to start a new life by taking back his son. The parents are devastated and try to do all in their power to not have their little boy taken away from them but everything fails. After Joey visits his biological parents for some weeks we learn that they actually do love him and that they have changed their lives around so that they can raise their little boy the best way they can. But Jack and Molly raised him like their own right? They have a right to keep Joey the other parents gave him up they should not have a say at all! Well that's not what the judge thought so after six years of raising their son, Joey is taken away from his adoptive parents and given to his biological parents. Don't get me wrong the whole movie all I wanted was Joey to go back to Molley and Jack but I gotta admit his biological parents did love him. After a series of events, Joey's biological mom returns Joey to Jack and Molley. And she says something to them that hit me really hard, "You tell Joey he has two moms. One who loves him enough she will never let him go and one who loved him enough she had to let him go."
That right there is what I would call pure love.
Jack and Molly Campbell enjoyed a perfect life with their adopted 6-year-old son, Joey. One phone call shatters their world when they learn Joey's biological father has just been released from prison and discovered a loop hole in the adoption papers and now lays claim to his son. He wants to start a new life by taking back his son. The parents are devastated and try to do all in their power to not have their little boy taken away from them but everything fails. After Joey visits his biological parents for some weeks we learn that they actually do love him and that they have changed their lives around so that they can raise their little boy the best way they can. But Jack and Molly raised him like their own right? They have a right to keep Joey the other parents gave him up they should not have a say at all! Well that's not what the judge thought so after six years of raising their son, Joey is taken away from his adoptive parents and given to his biological parents. Don't get me wrong the whole movie all I wanted was Joey to go back to Molley and Jack but I gotta admit his biological parents did love him. After a series of events, Joey's biological mom returns Joey to Jack and Molley. And she says something to them that hit me really hard, "You tell Joey he has two moms. One who loves him enough she will never let him go and one who loved him enough she had to let him go."
That right there is what I would call pure love.
Saturday, March 5, 2011
Tender Mercies
Lately I have been having a hard time remaining positive because Stephen has been gone so much. The baseball season started and honestly being alone sucks. Esteban is my best friend. I love beating him at games and seeing how angry he gets. We used to play Speed and I of course was great at Speed and would always win. Stephen would get this look on his face and say "Again!" like that psycho coach in the hockey movie the Miracle. We also discovered this new game called Monopoly deal. Well my sister Marcela introduced us to it. And boy are we obsessed. We would play for hours till either it was time to go to bed or our backs hurt. I gotta admit Stephen is pretty decent at that game. I've been the one saying "Again!" lately. We do weird stuff married people usually don't do. Let me explain. at nights the hallway to the parking lot is covered in fog coming out of the laundry room, we pretend we are soldiers running from vampires that live on the sketchy apartments 1, 2, 3, 4. Have you ever seen apartments that are located at the basement of the parking lot with about 20 motorcycles parked in front of them? I didn't think so. (I love sci-fi, Stephen plays along. you see he loves me) Let's just say I'm having a hard time coping with his trips. I find myself talking to the house or laying on the couch for 5 hours straight reading vampire novels (Evernight series wrote for 16 year old twilight lovers). Proof of my laziness and depression was last night when I went to play soccer and after 15 minutes felt like I was having a heart attack. The last 20 minutes of that game was just a battle for survival. Seriously things need to change. Stephen needs my support and in order to do that I have to shape up (physically and spiritually) So step number one was showering (just kidding. or am I...) Step number two is listing some tender mercies that I have experienced in my life lately:
1. The other day I was starving. I work from 11-2 right around lunch time and as usual skip breakfast cause I woke up late. So I run downstairs to get a bagel from the vending machine and what is my surprise, I only have a dollar and the bagel is 1.50! So I start walking back with a sad stomach when this lady stops me and says "oh don't worry I will get you the bagel" I refused but she insisted and you know as a starving college student who can refuse? I left for work thinking you know one day I want do something nice for a stranger without thinking what is in it for me.
2.Humans are used to routines. We say "How are you?" and expect nothing more than "Good. How are you?" We go to a restaurant pick a meal from the menu and then leave a nice tip for the waiter. We wake up, go to school, got to work, get home and live our lives as we know it. So when you take the bus to school on a snowy thursday morning you expect the bus driver to promptly say how are you? and drive you to school. Well let's just say that was not how my bus drive went on March 3,2011. As I set in my seat ready for the 10 minute drive to school. The bus drive cleared his throat and said in a loud, clear voice, "Good morning ladies and gentleman. I hope you are having a splendid morning. Today is a special day..." and he went off listing special events that had occurred on that day. Birthdays, discoveries, ect... At first everyone was weirded out and didn't know how to respond. We had never had a bus driver actually talk to us. But as the ride went on we all relaxed and listened. By the time I climbed out of that bus I was happy and excited and ready to start the day.
3. I think the biggest tender mercy that has happened in my life is Stephen Wells. We met in a sunny afternoon at king henry apartments. He was shy, I never shut up. Didn't work out at first. We became great friends. Made cookies together, went camping to Squaw Peak, played trackball and well spent the most magical summer making new friends and doing crazy stuff. No drama, or gossip or scandal. Smalls would say, "every summer was great. But none of them ever came close to that first one." And then cupid struck us both. Stephen would say he swallowed his pride and asked me out. But anyone who knows Stephen knows that he has no pride to swallow. It was actually me who finally got sick of just hanging out and told him I liked him and if he could please ask me out. From then on it's been uphill. Stephen is the most selfless person I know. He does anything to please me. He watches the cooking chanel with me, he'll seat next to the old people in the basketball games cause I hate the yelling in the student section, He will drive me to school and then miss his first class cause he couldn't find parking, he'll do Zumba (crazy latin work out that consists of moving your hips as much as you can) with me, he will patiently teach me Stats even though I am barely understanding what a mean is. Well let's just say he is short from perfect. I love my husband and am so grateful for him and am so excited to live the rest of my life at his side cause I know that no matter what he will always be there for me and will never make me feel like a burden.
Tender mercies are everywhere, we just need to open our eyes, search outside ourselves, and smile.
1. The other day I was starving. I work from 11-2 right around lunch time and as usual skip breakfast cause I woke up late. So I run downstairs to get a bagel from the vending machine and what is my surprise, I only have a dollar and the bagel is 1.50! So I start walking back with a sad stomach when this lady stops me and says "oh don't worry I will get you the bagel" I refused but she insisted and you know as a starving college student who can refuse? I left for work thinking you know one day I want do something nice for a stranger without thinking what is in it for me.
2.Humans are used to routines. We say "How are you?" and expect nothing more than "Good. How are you?" We go to a restaurant pick a meal from the menu and then leave a nice tip for the waiter. We wake up, go to school, got to work, get home and live our lives as we know it. So when you take the bus to school on a snowy thursday morning you expect the bus driver to promptly say how are you? and drive you to school. Well let's just say that was not how my bus drive went on March 3,2011. As I set in my seat ready for the 10 minute drive to school. The bus drive cleared his throat and said in a loud, clear voice, "Good morning ladies and gentleman. I hope you are having a splendid morning. Today is a special day..." and he went off listing special events that had occurred on that day. Birthdays, discoveries, ect... At first everyone was weirded out and didn't know how to respond. We had never had a bus driver actually talk to us. But as the ride went on we all relaxed and listened. By the time I climbed out of that bus I was happy and excited and ready to start the day.
3. I think the biggest tender mercy that has happened in my life is Stephen Wells. We met in a sunny afternoon at king henry apartments. He was shy, I never shut up. Didn't work out at first. We became great friends. Made cookies together, went camping to Squaw Peak, played trackball and well spent the most magical summer making new friends and doing crazy stuff. No drama, or gossip or scandal. Smalls would say, "every summer was great. But none of them ever came close to that first one." And then cupid struck us both. Stephen would say he swallowed his pride and asked me out. But anyone who knows Stephen knows that he has no pride to swallow. It was actually me who finally got sick of just hanging out and told him I liked him and if he could please ask me out. From then on it's been uphill. Stephen is the most selfless person I know. He does anything to please me. He watches the cooking chanel with me, he'll seat next to the old people in the basketball games cause I hate the yelling in the student section, He will drive me to school and then miss his first class cause he couldn't find parking, he'll do Zumba (crazy latin work out that consists of moving your hips as much as you can) with me, he will patiently teach me Stats even though I am barely understanding what a mean is. Well let's just say he is short from perfect. I love my husband and am so grateful for him and am so excited to live the rest of my life at his side cause I know that no matter what he will always be there for me and will never make me feel like a burden.
Tender mercies are everywhere, we just need to open our eyes, search outside ourselves, and smile.
Blogging
Blogging is harder than I thought. It makes it easier when you know that the only people who will be reading this is myself and Esteban. First I spent about half an hour trying to figure out what to name it. Let's just say I got the creativity of a moose. I went through The Wells, Los Wells, VW (which sounded like Volkswagen so I skipped it), then I moved to a more inspirational approach, Rays of Sunshine, through the eyes of the wells, The best years of my life (which sounded like a missionary blog) Then I googled movie names. oh yeah i went there. Meet the Wells, Mr. and Mrs Wells, All about the Wells. Well we know how that went. Finally after finishing step one, I moved on to choose a template. It told me I could choose one and then change it but I guess good old Toshiba (this is Stephen's five year old computer who will soon rest in peace) wasn't up for the task. So we are stuck with the birds. And then came the worst task. Actually writing the first post. Seriously I started this like 5 times. My name is.... You will not believe what I saw the other day.... My life is not the ordinary housewife..... and after an hour I was tired and bored. So finally I decided to just write about what a hard experience blogging is. Good luck to you aspiring bloggers this is not any easy path to take.
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