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Hi all I am moving my blog! Here is the link. Trying this again since last time I posted I messed up. Kind of seems to be my thing this week.

July 19, 2010

Wanted: Juggling Teacher

Creating balance in my life is never an easy task.

I personally feel like there is always that one thing that weighs so much heavier than everything else. Pulling me so far away from everything else that I am suppose to be doing that I start to loose sight and become totally consumed.

Currently, that is the way I am feeling about school it is pulling on me so hard that I can't find the time to do everything else I have to do, should do, or even want to do. Honestly, it is scaring me a little how time consuming school has become and how I have not been able to find the balance between school and the rest of my life.

Then I remind myself I have been here before. In this place where balance seems impossible to achieve. Somehow when balance is my goal I find it.  Only I can't remember exactly how I did it in the past and the weight of everything is getting a little heavy.

The one aspect of my life I am missing right now is writing. I really enjoy keeping up this blog it is the time of day that I get to reflect on what is working and not working in my life. It makes me happy and I love hearing from my friends even if it is only a few words in the comment section.

I guess that is the way you reclaim balance you just make everything work. You throw all those balls in the air and hope that you are able to keep them all there. Which means I need to schedule a juggling lesson. Anyone know a good teacher?

Hugs and Prayers

July 15, 2010

Even If. . .

My birthday was on Tuesday and I was not looking forward to my birthday this year.

For some reason I could not wrap my head around the fact that I was turning 35. I just kept thinking, "Yikes I'm almost to 40! When did I get old?" So I kind of lived in a land of denial and pretended that it wasn't really going to happen.

I have to tell you I have a very good land of denial. You will all have to visit one day. The best part is once you step into my land of denial your 16. I was going to say 21 but the truth is I still feel like I am 16.

In fact, sometimes when I act mature and handle things the way my inner 16 year old would not I hear her yell at me. "Hey, Old lady we are only 16 quit acting so Olllllldddd." She is rather obnoxious.

My big day arrived and I had to work. I also had to deal with some school stuff and by the time I left for work I had worked up a serious pout. The inner 16 year old was defiantly in charge. Then I came home from work and walked into a house that was decorated with balloons, crepe paper, and a very awesome banner.

By the time I had showered off all the chlorine and was cleaned up my favorite lunch was on the table. To say I spent the rest of the day being spoiled would be an understatement. Between all that my family did and the extra bonuses of what my friends did I had a very kick butt birthday.

On my way to work yesterday I thought about how I had felt the day before, how seriously grumpy I had behaved, and how I thought I was just getting old. Then I started to smile because I had really great birthday.

When I got to work my boss asked me how my birthday had been and I told her it was really great and then one of the twenty-somethings  asked how old I was? To my surprise I smiled and said 35!

The day after my birthday 35 didn't seem so horrible and if this 35 year old has all the awesome people in her life that she does well then bring on 36 because my life is pretty darned blessed.

Even if I am getting old!

July 07, 2010

NOT Fair

My husband thinks I hate my swimming job.

Which is not the truth.

I really don't hate my swimming job. What I hate is getting wet.

The whole getting wet is annoying.

Getting use to cold water, getting chlorine in my hair and on my skin, getting out of the water...

That is what I hate. I know I'm a weirdo.

Most days once I'm wet I kick back and enjoy my job. I get to spend a few hours playing with little ones and as my little ones are no longer so little I am really enjoying the hugs and the cute little giggles.

So really if I could do my job and not get wet I would think it was the best job in the world.

Currently, in addition to my normal classes, I am working with two special needs kids. Both kids are mentally high functioning it is there bodies that have special needs. The more I work with these kids the more I just want to cry.

How many times on this blog have I said something wasn't fair? Well I take all of those back.

Working with these kids I realize that the one trial I haven't had to deal with is a body that doesn't work the way it should.

Oh yah, I whine and complain about weight but really that is my own dang fault. I have control over how much I weigh and I chose the way I look.

These kids didn't get to choose. Yet, they have to get up and deal with the same world that I do everyday. That my friends is NOT fair.

Meanwhile, all I can do is spend my time with them each day teaching them a skill that makes them a little more like everybody else. I don't know if it makes there lives better but I know seeing the kind of bravery that they have and that there families have makes me a little stronger.

It also really really makes me love my job. Even if it means I have to get wet.

July 03, 2010

Another one Bites the Dust

One more class done. To date this had to be the hardest one. Not so much the subject but the professor was new and way ambitious.

So of course her ambition tumbled into our class. On one hand I can tell you that I know the subject and on the other hand I can tell you that sometimes to much information is just that. TOO MUCH!

Allright, that is enough complaining. All though the class totally wiped all of my creativity juices away, due to the amount of brain power I had to use to study, (By the way I learned ALL about how our brains process and hold information) I thought I could catch everyone up with some pictures.

So here is a little bit of what has been going on.

Soccer ended



number 2

This is closeup of the above picture. Notice the tongue. What is it with this boy and his tongue one of these days I swear he is going to bite it off.


H. played his first season of machine pitch. What do you think is baseball in his future?




Al. finished her first season of softball. She did an awesome job and she learned so much. It was fun watching her play.


I'm posting this one so you can check out Al.'s fingernails. Awesome!


Brent, Al and H. built a couple of bird houses. The silly birds have actually built a nest above this one.

That was the past month. My fingers are crossed that my next class is a little kinder and I can dedicate a little bit of brain power to something other than school.

Have a great 4th!

June 28, 2010

Every Single Day?

Summer is zooming. This weekend is the 4th of July which means an entire month of summer will be gone.


Life use to slow down during the summer. Long hot days with little to nothing to do. I'm missing those days.

Someday, I'm going to be bored and wondering why I ever thought being bored was a good thing. As for our busy summer, mostly it is just the same ole same ole.

Work, school, kids... and repeat.

Meanwhile, Lazy Sue or should I say Lazy Krissi has climbed her rear back upon the bike. I kind of kept my mouth shut about it for a couple weeks because we all know how fast I give up on exercise.

I am the queen of exercise excuses. I say that but really my only excuse is sleep. I like sleep. Sleep is good. Sleep is wonderful!

Okay, you get the point. However, through sure grit, determination, and a lot of self bribery I am on my third week of exercise.

Hey, where are my balloons and streamers?

It should so work that way. I exercise and instantly loose 80 pounds. So not fair that it doesn't work like that. This week it is actually getting a little easier. Which basically means when I sit down on the bicycle seat I don't want to cry. Another thing I don't quite understand why is sitting on a bicycle seat so freak'n miserable.

I have now worked my way up to 12 miles and laugh that I ever rode a bike 100 miles. Did I really do that? Because, I am telling you 12 feels like torture so there is no possible way I ever did 100. It is amazing how quickly I gain weight, get out of shape, and basically blow all the hard work I put in.

It is like your suppose to never stop.


I'm not suppose to stop? You mean I have to do this every day for the rest of my life?

So NOT fair.

I think I need a brownie.

Just kidding.

Happy Monday Everyone

Oh, I almost forgot S. is having her stitches taken out today. Woo Hoo only four more weeks and Nemo will be free of the sling.

June 23, 2010

I Act like I'm 90

Yesterday was my first day back in the water. I have to admit that I approached going back to the pool with a little bit of dread. Being in the water working with kids for four hours makes me feel old. by the time I get out I am starving and tired. I came home yesterday ate lunch and took a nap. GEESH! You would think I was 90.

However, by the time my first class was over I was reminded how dang cute the kids are. Not to mention how rewarding it is to gain all the little one's trust and teach them a new skill. I really do enjoy it.

You are all going to reminded me I said that over the next few weeks, RIGHT?

As for the rest of the family. They are doing good we are having a lazy summer as we take it easy and let S. recover. She is doing good. Her pain is way down and only when she does to much does she start hurting. She and Brent have started walks. She is trying to keep in shape the best she can with only one arm. Yesterday there walk lasted over an hour so she must be on the mend.

Also, yesterday A. took a nasty spill on his bike. It stopped my heart a little when he came into the house with a torn shirt and major road rash across is chest. I didn't quite understand what he had done but he spent the rest of the day in pain. I'm also guessing by the look of his chest he may be out of the water for the rest of the week.

'This is the only picture I was allowed to take. So it is a bit blurry. We eventually found out what he was doing and all I can say is boys sometimes are not the smartest of creatures.

I figure at this rate this family is going to be a family of gimps by the end of the summer. The clock is ticking and I now have a work schedule to follow. Hope your enjoying the summer and getting plenty of sun.

June 17, 2010

Girl's Pictures

It is that time of the year where I try to update the kid's pictures.

I wanted to have S.'s pictures taken before her surgery since I wasn't exactly sure how she would feel after the surgery.

We attended the 80th birthday party of my Grandma on the 5th and I took the girl's pictures shortly before we left.

Now I just have to grab the boy's pictures on a day they both are clean and spiffy. Not always an easy task.


This is not S.'s favorite but it happens to be mine. Probably because this is the face that I always get. Especially, when I say something intelligent. Because you know that she thinks everything I say is smart and witty.

I bet if you looked in the mirror right now you are making the same face.


This was actually my second favorite one of Al. The first one she had her glasses on and there was a reflection I can't get rid of. I can't believe how grown up she is looking in this picture. A reminder that all of the little ones are growing up.

Does anyone know how to stop all of this growing up business?

June 15, 2010

Goat for Sale?

Sunday night at dinner, Al asked if we could get a goat.


“Ummm, why do you want a goat?” I asked.

“Because they are cute!” she replied.

“Probably not?” I responded.

“But Why?” she asked.

Oh boy, how I hate these conversations, because if she understood the why’s she would not be asking me for a goat to begin with. Besides that I was tired and I really didn’t want to have the conversation, “Why we should not get a goat.” So tired and not in the mood to argue I said, “Tell you what if you can go the entire summer without fighting with anyone then we will get a goat.”

“Really, I can get my very own goat if I don’t fight with anyone all summer.”


In my mind, I was thinking it is not ever going to happen. Seriously, I don’t even remember the last time we made it 6 hours without someone fighting with someone. The whole summer! No goat for us and no long conversation. It was a total win, win conversation.

Then A. popped in. “I don’t want a goat I want an Xbox 360.”

It was at this time I was feeling cocky. “Sure, I replied you go the whole summer not fighting with anyone and you can get an Xbox, and you can get a goat.”

In my head, I was laughing hysterically. BECAUSE they would not even make it 24 hours.

I was feeling all kinds of smart. Almost like, I could write a book. “How Not to Argue with your Kids.” A few hours later A. came to me and said, “Mom, three months is a long time what if I trade one month of not arguing for one month of cleaning the kitchen.”

“Let me get this straight you’re going to clean the kitchen everyday for a month and not fight for two months for an X-box.”


“Okay,” I said. Because it is not ever going to happen.

Except now we are two days into this little deal, there has been NO fighting, and my kitchen is clean. I am feeling like maybe I should not have been so cocky.

Anyone know where I can buy a goat?

June 14, 2010

Causing Damage

There use to be this blog that I read daily. The blog was cute, witty, and fun.

The writer of the blog was a mom of three boys, christen and had built her dream house.

I liked the blog. I enjoyed reading the blog.

Then one day the blog became a .com. At first I wasn’t crazy about the new format because I don’t do change. However, after a little bit I adjusted and continued to read.

Except for the tone of the blog/.com was changing. It wasn’t nearly as cute and witty. Also, it was definitely moving away from fun.

I kept reading because sometimes a writer just has a bad streak. One day the cute, witty, fun writer would return. Except that one day dawned and she became an atheist.

I read her a few days more after she became an atheist. I kind of understood where she was coming from. Bad things happen and it is hard not to question God. Faith in a greater deity should protect us from all the horrific things that happen.

Only it doesn’t. It is the whole faith, freedom to choose, and balance of good and evil.

I quit reading the blog/.com. Not because she became an atheist but because the cute, witty and fun writer had disappeared completely.

She was replaced by a writer so full of venom and spit her site left me feeling yucky, sad, and frankly ticked. Ticked because now she attacks. She attacks other writers, Christens, and the world in general.

There is good in nothing. Everything, everyone is out to get her. Gone is the light that made her fun and witty. I have never experienced in my life watching the light of someone’s faith go out. This is my first experience and all though I do not know her personally her writing reflects what she is going through.

The last time I clicked onto her site I hoped that some of the hate had fled. Only what I found is that it had only increased. Today, I felt sad. Sad because having faith and doing what is right is hard. Really, confronting the world daily with some humility and faith is not easy. Sometimes you just want to kick and scream and yell, “Not Fair, Not Fair!”

Only who said life was fair or suppose to be fair. At the end the only thing we can hope for is that we loved, learned, laughed, and made it through with out to much damage.

Maybe that is why we try to do what is right because when we stoop trying we cause damage that doesn’t need to be caused.

Hugs and Prayers,

June 12, 2010

Post Op

We are three days post op and S. is doing great.

Her pain is mellowing out and she is in great spirits.

We found out this week that she is looking at 12 months before she can expect to be 100%.

During the surgery the surgeon used scopes and we were able to have pictures of what was going on in her shoulder. It was nice because after lots of speculation about what happened to her shoulder we were able to see that swimming happened to her shoulder.

It was kind of a good news bad news moment. Turns out that S. is just super flexible the surgeon told us that all of her joints have lots of flexibility. Which makes her a great swimmer. However, given that she is already flexible swimming worked to stretch her out even more. Leading to the muscles in her shoulder becoming too loose to hold her shoulder in place.

Obviously, I am concerned that continuing to swim will cause more damage. When I asked the surgeon about this he feels that we should worry about it when we need to worry about it. They did check her right shoulder during surgery and feel that there is no problem.

I’m not really the type of person that doesn’t worry about things until I have to. I am more the type who worries about everything. I just keep thinking about how much S. loves to swim and reminding myself that she may never have to do this again or she might. Is it worth pulling her out of the pool for what might happen?

Ultimately, it is the type of question that parents are always asking. What is best for my kid? However, she is getting older and more and more I am stepping back and letting her make decisions on her own.

Again not really the type of person that I am.

Below are the surgery pictures. Kind of cool if your interested.

June 05, 2010

Reminding Myself

Yesterday was the last day of school. The three youngest kids came home with their report cards and the name of next years teachers. I am finding it hard to believe that I will have a second, fifth, sixth, and eighth grader. I don't know where the time keeps going.

We have a pretty busy first week of summer and then things calm down considerably. Well as calmed down as life gets with four growing children. Brent and I celebrated our 15th wedding anniversary the other day. I had to laugh as the celebrating didn't take place until 8 o'clock at night due to kid's activities.

It is times like those I like to remind myself that one day our time and attention will not be in as much demand. I find myself doing that a lot lately reminding myself...

Reminding myself the grass is always greener on the other side of the fence.

Reminding myself that there are people who are worse off than I.

Reminding myself that life does not progress on my time table.

So much reminding and I get to feeling a little grouchy.

I don't think I am alone. There is a whole country who is dealing with the consequences of unemployment, under unemployment, and just the feelings of being overwhelmed.

I guess it is easy to look at others and feel they aren't feeling it as much as you are. The truth is we don't know what other people are going through. The old saying, "Don't judge a man before you walk a mile in his shoes." I guess that is why I keep reminding myself to live today and worry about tomorrow...well tomorrow.

Meanwhile, I just need to focus more on the good and less on the things that are out of my control.

Even though it would be nice to have a great big EASY button.

Hugs, Laughter, and Prayers

June 02, 2010


We were two kids, really nothing more than two, really young, naïve, kids.

1995 Krissi and Brent

Then time began to march.

Today it is 15 years.

No longer two young kids.  We are a little older, a tiny bit wiser, and a bit more round.

However, it seems like just yesterday that he said, “Will ya?” and I said, “Sure”.

1995 6 Brent and Krissi Wedding Reception

June 01, 2010

Hands Up, It's a Party!

This morning Myself and Me had a long conversation.

Myself, is a little irked at Me.

Because Me has not been getting herself out of bed and getting her growing rear to the gym.

Me claims sleep is way more important than workouts.

Me says, “Sleep good, Sweat BAD!”

Myself has had about enough of lazy ME.

Several threats later and Me was begrudgingly on her way to the gym. Stupid gym!

At the gym, up the stairs, iPod powered on, and on to the elliptical Me went. Me was not happy as her legs began to move.

Then suddenly one of Me’s favorite songs came on. Then Me boogied. Me moved her rear and Me felt great.

Oh endorphins! Endorphins are way better than chocolate. Except for the whole getting out of bed, getting to the gym, and moving quickly.

Myself is not saying I told you so but you know she is thinking it.

Meanwhile, Me is wondering what other people think when they see her at the gym with her IPOD.
Turns out that when she puts her earphones in she forgets that she isn’t a rock star.

So she dances, sings the chorus, and moves her bootie. She wonders why know one else is dancing. But I think we have already covered the fact that Me is a little slow. However, she knows how to rock Green Day.

May 30, 2010

Hi, Yo Whaz Up?

Did anyone see Glee this week? I love that show, truthfully I could do without the story lines most weeks but the songs are so awesome.

I just laugh and smile like a big goon through most of the shows. 

Well if you didn't see Glee this week you might have to head over to Hulu and check it out. 

Why? Well because it was an episode chuck full of Lady Ga Ga songs. 

It was awesome. 

I might have already mentioned that. 

Anyway, I'm on a little bit of a Lady Ga Ga kick because I was coerced, compelled, leaned on, talked into going to her concert.

Oh but wait, it gets better.


I will give you a moment to quit laughing and breathe.

Yes, next March Brent and I will be at a rock concert. Honestly, can you even breathe through the laughter? Okay, well I plan on documenting the experience. Because I never thought the day would come that Brent would be at a rock concert.

Some people have questioned the wisdom of a Lady Ga Ga concert. All I have to say is sometimes you have to break out of your box and see the world from a new perspective. Besides Brent says it is okay so it must be.

May 17, 2010

"I wondered why the baseball was getting bigger. Then it hit me."

First of all the tooth came out. With just a few tears and the tiniest bit of drama. There is hardly even a story to tell. It was all very anticlimatic after all the tears of all the previous teeth.

Second of all today totally sucked! AHHH! Why can't I catch a break I feel like my life is becoming a very steep roller coaster. A whole lot of climbing and stomache turning falling. When did I get on this roller coaster and HOW the heck do I get off?

I want off RIGHT NOW!!

That is enough moaning and groaning.

Gee, where did Al get all of her drama.

It is such a mystery.

I had a serious pout happening and was spending a good amount of time clicking around facebook. When I came across a video some one posted. That made me think.


Then I went to youtube to find the video and spent another hour watching motivational videos. Im feeling a lot better. I know I'm a nerd. I can't help it. The videos had all kinds of corny and full of motivational quotes. For some reason when your in a mood those are the best.

Anyway, there were several great ones but below is one of my favorites. Hope you enjoy and if you are in a pouty mood hopefully it turns that frown upside down.

Yah, yah I know lame.

Smiles, Hugs, and Prayers

May 15, 2010

The Last One

The last one is a wigglin.

The last one is a bleedn.

The last one is ready to come out.

Wish us luck!

She is pacing and fretting and trying to work up the nerve to pull it out.

Have I mentioned it is the LAST ONE.

Thank Goodness

Don't have a clue what I am talking about. Click Here and here.

Tooth Fairy Hugs and Prayers


Things to do today!

Soccer (of Course it is Saturday what else could I possibly have planned!)

Plant Garden. Yes! Plant garden, the weather is finally giving us a break and we are going to plant the garden. Which I know is my faithful reader(s) favorite time of year.

I feel it is important to start off a Saturday of hard labor with as much humor as possible.

Last night I made (MADE) the kids help clean up a few of the flower beds and get things ready for planting.

Two thumbs up for the boys who did an awesome job helping without any eye rolls.

Two Oscars for the girls who did a wonderful acting job of being tortured. One of these days those eyes are going to roll so far back into their heads and stick.

By the end of the day all the planting should be done and then I will be able to enjoy fusing over my plants and of course torturing my blog readers with flowers and a vegetable or two.

Aren't you excited I get to plant today.

Warm Sunny Hugs and Prayers

May 10, 2010

The Gold Star Hubby

*Big Sigh*

Okay, I’m going to admit that a very good mother’s day goes along way in restoring my notion of motherhood.

 If you haven’t noticed the last couple of weeks around here have been a bit dramatic. I have been feeling over worked, over whelmed and in need of something.

Lucky for me that something was an awesome Mother’s Day.

In general I am not a big fan of Mother’s Day. In the past Mother’s Day felt a little like a big stick hitting me on the head. Each thunk on the head felt like a reminder of  everything that I do wrong. Let’s face it mother’s are human so they make their fair share of mistakes.

Including, writing the wrong time for a soccer game down and showing up a quarter late. Who ME?

 Having a day to celebrate those mistakes seems a little...unnecessary.

Well this year the hubby and the kids pulled out the stops and I had a good day. Starting with a great Mother’s Day Program at Church and ending with my dear hubby taking very good care of me.

I have been doing quite a bit of thinking over the last few weeks, as my moods ran somewhere between a hungry dragon and the wicked witch of the west. I realize that all to often I let my life overwhelm me.
Being as I am me I have a few thoughts on that. 

However, kids need to get off to school and I need to get ready for work.  Funny how life never really slows down and lets you do what you want when you want.

I hope you all have a great Monday.

Hugs and Prayers

May 04, 2010


Well if any of you out there are facebook friends with my daughter you know that she has been scheduled for surgery.

Life has had more than its fair share of drama over the past six months, as all of us started to recognize that the pain she was experiencing was a little more than normal growing pains.

It turns out her shoulder muscles are not holding her shoulder in the proper place. Also, there seems to be some issue with the bones in her shoulder but at this time due to the fact that she is still growing the Dr. does not plan on touching her bones. S. will have an MRI on her shoulder tomorrow but as of right now the Dr. feels that at some point in time she tore a muscle and it healed very loose.

He is very confused why S. does not know what she did. He feels it would have been a very dramatic experience and she would have been in a significant amount of pain. He is also confused at why she is not currently in a significant amount of pain. All I can think is that she must have a high thresh hold to pain. Who knows.

Like I said we will have more details in the days to come but as of now we know that she is out of the water for the summer. Tears have been shed. She will have about a six month recovery time. Again, more tears. Also, if she chooses to keep swimming there will probably be another surgery after she is done growing. More tears! Or when she gets older. So surgery young or old this will be one of two surgeries she will have on her shoulder.

She loves swimming and the Dr. does not feel there is any reason to stop or not to pursue her goals in the swimming world. That was nice to hear because as a mom you worry that she has to stop and that would crush her.

Tomorrow she goes in for the MRI and after school is out she will have surgery. Now the only thing left to do is to figure out how to keep, an one armed, almost 14 year old entertained through the whole summer.

Any ideas would greatly be appreciated.

May 01, 2010

I was not Warned!

Nobody warned me. However, it doesn't matter.

I wouldn't have listened.

I still would have done things the same way I did them.

I think.

I'm not sure.

Because nobody warned me.

Nobody warned me that having four children meant I was outnumbered. That being outnumbered means they are able to do any number of sly and trouble making acts without me even noticing.

Because I DO NOT have eight sets of eyes.

Nobody warned me that the baby of the group would be the biggest trouble maker of them all.




he is just the baby.

Except that HE IS NOT a baby.

He is a seven year old who, when asked to clean out under his bed, promptly threw everything in the trash. Which, I didn't notice until I had cleaned out the litter box and noticed the cord, the socks, the... WHAT!

Yup, the seven year old is currently digging through the kitty litter trash bag for non garbage items. Like his soccer cleat.

Don't judge me!


April 26, 2010

It Might be PMS

It might be PMS.

There is always the possibility that it is in fact PMS.

However, there comes a time in every mother’s life that “ENOUGH is ENOUGH!”

Yes there is some truth to the fact that this time occurs with some monthly regularity.  However, the fact remains that sometimes my family is in need of a little butt whooping.

For example, I do not believe that PMS is the cause of every garbage can in the house spilling garbage onto the floor. Really, when you put trash in the garbage can and it jumps out and on to the floor it is time to take the trash out.

Yes, I may holler and yell, and eyes roll as they stare at the calendar, but this does not change the fact that the trash is all over the floor. Surrounding the very full trashcan. This is not rocket science.

I fear for the future of children who do not recognize the signs of a full trashcan. If they can’t grasp this basic and obvious fact should I really allow them out of the house?

Also, if there is a pile of clean and unfolded laundry on the sofa, is it too much to ask NOT to sit on the clean clothes. I’m not asking you to fold them just DON’T sit on them. Also, is putting away your OWN clean clothes that difficult? They are sitting there clean, folded, and waiting for YOU to put them away.

Is the ten feet journey so difficult that it can’t be done? Will you die? Are you to weak? Should I call the doctor?

Frankly, I don’t care what day of the month it is maybe the reason for PMS is to remind our families that we are moms. Not a personal maid service! The time of the month where we have just the right amount of hormones to kick but and remind everybody to fly straight.

Now do me a favor and go to tell someone to take out the trash. I need some chocolate. 

April 24, 2010

Crazy Busy Life


Field Trip/ A. and Brent go and explore the Great Salt Lake. Bug spray packed.

Baseball Meeting/ H. playing his first year of machine pitch. He is going to have to hit a ball that is coming at him. Mom also realizes that the days of t-ball are behind her. Digging through the mitts to see which one H. will use and trying not to cry as she realizes that the tiny mitts have to find new homes.


Surgery/ Brent has surgery on his arm removing a benign tumor. The result is 17 stitches.




Girl’s softball meeting/ still shocked that Al has agreed to play and that she is very excited. Hey, is it possible that there is an athlete hidden inside her.


Track Meet/ S. participates in her first track meet. Places third in the shot put. Distance she threw 23.04 distance that second place threw 23.05. Seriously!


Elementary Education Orientation/ Still taking deep breaths and not freaking out about all the requirements.


Swim Meet/ A. swims and S. times. Practically killing her not being in the water. More on that Tuesday. A. drops a bunch of time. WOO HOO!





Al’s Birthday

Happy Birthday Baby Girl!

2001 4  Alex 1st Birthday (3)

You may be ten but you will always be my Baby!


Saturday Night.

Tired Mom and next week is looking a lot like this week. I love this crazy, busy, life.


April 23, 2010

Still Kicking

Where have I been?

Life has turned into a flow of constant business. All of the kids are involved in activities. Multiple activities, as we have come to that time of the year where early spring activities are overlapping with late spring activities. Brent and I spend the night running back and forth from one place to the next. It is enough to make a parent dizzy.

The truth is, We Love It!

The kids are having fun, they are active, and involved in activities they enjoy. If it weren’t for all the run, run, run life would be pretty dang good.  

Ok, even with the run, run, run life is pretty dang awesome.

Sometimes I can’t help but feel blessed.

Last night was my first official night as a student in the elementary education program. It was an orientation where we were informed of everything we have to accomplish in order to get a degree. To say we were all a little overwhelmed would be an under statement.

It reminded me of the joke, “How do you eat an elephant. One bite at a time.” This degree is feeling a 
little like eating that elephant.

S. is reading a book right now about improving her swimming. The book is really big on positive affirmations’. She shared with me the one that the author uses often, “I have unlimited potential.”

I have the feeling that I will be posting that saying all over the house for the next few years.

I just wanted to drop in and say hi. A friend was kind enough to drop me an email and ask where I was. I really do miss taking the time to post. My camera is over flowing with pictures. Including a gnarly one of Brent’s arm with 17 stitches. GROSS!!

Hopefully, I can get back into the blogging flow soon.

Hugs and Prayers,

April 12, 2010


Back to the real world. After a week of spring break we are back to the real world. 

Sometimes the real world is a little lame. 

On the other hand having the kids home 24, 7....

Well, let's just say the real world aint that  bad.

We had a fairly productive spring break. We were able to get a bunch of have to's taken care of. Al, Brent, and I made it into the eye doctor and will soon be sporting some new eyes.

Glasses just keep getting cooler. My glasses are red with bling on the side and Al's are a very cool turquoise blue. Brent's glasses are a little boring, but being as this is his very first pair ever, we are breaking him into the eye glass world slowly.

Brent and I also painted our room. Pictures coming as soon as I decide if I like the paint color. I broke away from our norm and painted the room gray. It is so different that I haven't decided if it is awesome or not. Definitely need to get some artwork on the wall. 

This post is a little lame but mainly I just wanted to say HI! Feels like forever since I lasted posted. Hopefully, I can get back into the groove. I'm off I get to play at the pool for a little bit tonight.

Hugs and Prayers

April 01, 2010

Germ Happy Dance

This house has been under quarantine.

The germs have multiplied, spread to each family member, and done a happy dance.

Can germs do happy dances?

In short we have all been sick. It pretty much sucks when everybody is sick. I think the kid's schools are starting to think I'm lying.

Meanwhile, I have been making my way through a creative writing class. I have looked forward to this particular class for awhile. Turns out it didn't live up to my own hype. It is kind of painful writing a story for a grade. I have not enjoyed it and have done some of my worse work in this class. It has been a little miserable.

Except for our last assignment. I really like what I wrote for my last assignment. I also have enjoyed the text book. One of the tips from the book was to write, write, write, and write. Apparently after about a 100 times writing you will like 1 thing you wrote.

Doing the math that means out of the 400 and something post I have written only 4 post were good. Makes you wonder how writers ever get anything written.

Next week is Spring Break and I have a couple of weeks off of school. I have a lot to do to get this family off the sick track. Not to mention our "sugar fast," begins on Monday. I think it is going to be interesting who caves first.

Just so you know Brent and I are working on our own little side bet. But betting against Brent is a sucker's bet because once he decides to do something he pretty much decides. The boy has steal for a backbone. Once it is decided it is decided. Since he has decided he isn't going to eat sugar the only really in trouble is Me. So basically I am betting against myself or for myself I haven't decided. Which is pretty much the core difference between Brent and I.

I'm off to finish getting ready for work and to ignore, as much as I can, the foot of snow resting on the grass outside my window.

What snow?

Hugs and Prayers

March 25, 2010

Say it Aint So

There are the obvious things you can't eat when you say you aren't going to eat sugar.

Cake, umm yah

Candy bars, check

Fruit snacks, gotcha

Then there is the not so obvious things you can't eat when you say you aren't going to eat sugar. Brent and I spent close to two hours in Costco today and pretty much came out with next to nothing. The rule is that sugar, and those ingredients that we know are sugar even if it uses a fancy word to try and disguise the sugar, can not be in the first two ingredients.

This post is going to be my I can't believe how much sugar is in that post. I'm going to keep a list of items that I'm kind of shocked have sugar in the first two ingredients.

  • Yogurt. 

I knew that light yogurt was high in sugar but I assumed regular yogurt was not. Turns out that pretty much all yogurt list sugar as the second ingredient. Well every yogurt that Costco sells. Which, included "Activia" the commercial says it is the healthy yogurt, well maybe, but there is a lot of sugar in that healthy yogurt.

  • Beef Jerky

We couldn't find one brand of beef or turkey jerky where sugar was not the second ingredient.

  • Health Bars

Sugar second ingredient

I'm starting to think that this no sugar thing is going to be a lot more challenging than I initially believed.

March 23, 2010

Aint Nobody Need to See That

Another Monday came and went and I did not get "My Memory Monday," post up. This has a lot to do with the kids having the day off, a weekend spent swimming, and laundry piles that had grown so large that I almost couldn't get into the laundry room.

Where the heck do all those clothes come from?

Sometimes I have fantasies about striking a match and walking away. However, that would mean my children would go to school naked, my husband would go to work naked, and I would go to work naked.

Aint nobody need to see that.

So I spend a ridiculous amount of time doing laundry.

All for you!

So in light of the fact that I am falling behind on another project I am switching things up a bit. I will be posting, "My Memory Monday's" post the first Monday of every month. I really hope you join me and write a post. I have been amazed at what I have learned about myself through these post. Even if I'm not actually getting them posted. OH Brother.

Also, we have a few changes around here. That I am going to get into over the next few weeks. Including our family dropping sugar out of their diet. The entire family. Our official start date is the day after Easter. However, we are in the process of changing a lot of foods in the house. The official rule is Sugar (in any form, this includes High Fructose Corn Syrup) can not be included in the first two ingredients. We have been shocked what that has included.

So far we are going to have to quit eating cold cereal, low fat yogurt, catsup, and BBQ sauce. Also we have to change our salad dressing. We are finding that pretty much anything that we eat that says low fat means high sugar. Yes, we knew that but we didn't realize just how high the sugar was.

I feel this will be a good change for our family but change always means trouble. Well I need to scram. Off to work and a busy day ahead. Hope you are enjoying some kind of sun wherever you are.

Warm Hugs and Prayers

March 20, 2010

Poof, Problem Solved

How do you know when enough is enough? How do you know when you have reached the end of the road or the beginning a very steep hill? Why does parenting mean that not only are you trying to figure this out for yourself but also you are trying to figure it out for your kid?

I want an easy button. A button that I can push every now and then to make life EASY! If I can’t have an Easy button how about an Answer button.

Here is the answer to your question, do this.

That would be nice. The angst of trying to make decisions overwhelms me. I think if I had known parenting was going to be this hard I would have taken a pass.

No, that isn’t true because there is the other side of the coin. The smiles, success, accomplishments and lessons learned. Those make up for the angst, grief, sorrow. . . I think I will stop now.

The quote, “Life is a box of chocolates,” keeps popping up in my life. It is somewhat sad to say how true this statement is. Sometimes you get perfectly creamy, delicious, piece of chocolate. Sometimes you get a crunchy, nutty, and chewy chocolate.

Both are yummy, just one is a little harder to chew then the other.

I’m too caught up in the angst right now. I don’t know what choice to make and I want problems resolved.



I have never been very good when it comes to this part of life. The part where you work through a problem, find solutions, and keep moving forward.

I just want the problem gone.

What I wouldn’t do for Samantha’s witch nose. Wiggle my nose and poof problem solved. Only that isn’t what life is about.

In my ever to be humble opinion life is about climbing those steep hills and overcoming obstacles. The obstacles are where we learn the most and grow the most. Therefore, I have to learn to live with the angst. Learn to live with the part where you work to find the solution.

In all likelihood the angst is some message that the body sends out that says, “FIX THIS!” So we fix it. No easy button , no answer button, just effort and hard work.

If I could figure out how to make that easy button I would be a zillionaire.

Hugs and Prayers,

March 18, 2010

I Need a Bubble Bath

I jammed my finger last night playing volleyball with the youth. Sometimes I feel accident pron.

The dumb finger wont straighten it wont bend and any attempt to do either results in a lot of tears.

Because I am a big baby.

Today is the first day of State we sent S. with her coach this morning. I have to work for a bit and will make it there before her second of three events. Have I ever mentioned how long swim meets last. They last forever!!!!

Henry is saying he is sick, no fever, and a bit of sniffle I think in all likely hood my little one who loves sleep is just not handling Day Light savings. Who can blame him. The daylight at the end of the day rocks but changing your sleeping schedule not so much rocking.

I have school tonight and I am loving that I am on a total rant. So in order to end this rant quickly I have just one last thing to say.

"Calgon, take me away."

Hugs and Prayers

March 16, 2010

Sun, Basketball, State and Soccer

The sun is shining (what I told you I would do it) and all I want to do is be outside soaking up as many rays as I possibly can.

This happens every year and the results in piles of laundry, piles of dishes, unwashed clothes, and unmade beds.

Because, I need the sun!

I have swore that this year will be different I will not neglect my house! I will not neglect my blog! I will not neglect my homework!

Then the sun shines and I do all of the above. It is sad but true.

This week is turning out to be all kinds of fun.

Last night was Al’s end of season basketball party. I will be honest and tell you I was not thrilled when I found out who her coach was going to be. He has kind of a reputation for being a bit mean. In fact in our house before this season we didn’t even know his name. We just referred to him as “Mean Coach.” Once again I have learned that you cannot judge a book by the cover.

Coach Tre turned out to be an awesome coach and Al had a wonderful basketball season and learned so much. Last night she won the title Sassy Al and “Best rebounder.” Which she is (Sassy) and was (Best rebounder). I think it is so awesome that Coach Tre and his assistant Coach John really got to know the girls and he really taught them something. I wouldn’t be surprised if Al sticks to basketball after this experience.

S. is gearing up for Short Course State this weekend. We received the Psyche sheet last night and she saw just how hard she is going to have to work at this meet. She hasn’t been ranked this low in a long time. She took a little bit of hit seeing where she placed, have I mentioned how hard aging up has been on her, it is crazy how fast these girls swim. A couple of the girls she will swim against have national rankings. I will let you know how the weekend plays out but if you could send some speedy thoughts towards S. she could use them.

A. and H. are starting soccer. I can hardly believe it is time for soccer to begin. Seems just like yesterday that it ended. Next weekend we will be back into soccer mode. Pray for lots of warm weather I don’t think I can take a cold spring.

Well I have went on a bit and if you stuck through to the end you rock! I did not forget “My Memory Monday” post I even have it written just not typed and posted. Hey! Did I mention the sun was shinning. ☺ Next week it will be up because I HAVE RULES!

Warm Sunny Hugs and Prayers

March 12, 2010

So Long, Farewell

The sun is shining. 

I’m thinking everyday that the sun is shining I am going to start a post that says the sun is shining.

That way I will know during the long days of winter where the sun refuses to shine that eventually it will shine.

I realize starting every post with, “The sun is shining,” may get a tad annoying but the one thing you can be sure of is that it will stop. I live in Utah and eventually the sun stops shining.

Today, the sun is shining. Today I get to go to the nursery. In my ever to be humble opinion there is no place better on earth than the nursery. Maybe the bookstore but right now after a long winter the nursery is my favorite place.

We are busy planning our garden and deciding what we are going to plant this year. Brent is in charge of the vegetable garden. I listen to his plans. I nod in agreement, and I think about my flowers. I had so much fun last year trying new flowers that I can’t wait to try even more new flowers this year.

Currently, I have six flats of snapdragons growing in my window. My little babies are doing good. Little bits of green are poking up all over the yard with a tiny flower here and there.

I have tripped over more than one blog mentioning spring and it looks like I’m not the only one ready to say farewell to winter.

How about you, are you looking forward to spring and summer?

Happy Hugs and Prayers

March 10, 2010

"Baby Got Back"

I have had so much fun today. 

I have just started a creative writing class. I thought a creative writing class would be a blast. However, it turns out the minute someone tells me to write my brain goes dead and my creative juices cease to flow. I just end up spending hours looking at a computer screen hoping something clever materializes. 

Writing is hard.

Next week we have an outline for a short story due. The short story is a major portion of our grade so I have been racking my brain. What do I write about? What do I write about? What kind of story do I want to tell? A little loop just continues on and on in my brain.


Turns out I am a firm believer in writing what you know. So I have been thinking about the different experiences in my life trying to decide what would make a great story. With a few embellishments here and there, of course. 

The little loop continues and I am in the car running errands and Under the Bridge comes on the radio. Ahh, Red Hot Chili Peppers always takes me back to high school. Girls who listened to Red Hot Chili Peppers were super cool alternative chicks. Okay, well not necessarily super cool but alternative. 

Then I start thinking about high school because the song is on and I start smiling thinking about some of the things I did while that song was one.

No, not that!

Then I thought I'm going to write a story about high school or something that happened in high school.  I haven't figured out all the details quite yet. However, I did decide that this is an assignment that needs a soundtrack. So I have spent a few hours today researching the alternative and hits of the late eighties early nineties.

I have had blast. We listened to some pretty funky, pretty diverse music, A little Bobby Brown, Boys II Men, En Vogue, Salt -n-Peppa, Right Said Fred (I'm Too Sexy), Vanilla Ice, Nirvana, Pearl Jam. I can't believe how much fun it has been to listen to the soundtrack of high school.

Seriously, right now I am listening to Kris Kross is going to make you Jump, Jump. High school dance flash back. I am not standing up in my office with my hands in the air waiving them like I just don't care. Are you down with that. :)

Like I said I am having way to much fun and I need your input. What song do you think of when you think of high school? Were you into bald chicks or were you all about the big hair? Help! My grade in this class may depend on you.

Prayers and Hugs

March 08, 2010

Do You Like Me?

This My Memory Monday brought to you by the Beautifully Wicked Willow.

Take it away Willow. . .

There are so many memories from my first 3 years of school.  In kindergarten I said my first curse word.  My friend Sarah told me the foul four letter word and I repeated it, and then we both had to stay after scool that day.  We had to stack all the chairs on top of the table... for us, it seemed like honest to goodness torture.  Some experiences bond you to those around you.  Sarah and I became best friends for years; all through elementary (even when she was put in Catholic school for not giving up those naughty words), junior high and high school.  Even now; many, many, MANY years since the chair incident, we still giggle like school-girls when we run into eachother around town.

First grade was a bit easier.  I knew how to be a student and I had the nicest first grade teacher in the whole school.  Mrs. Broomstopple was students' dream come true -- and she thought I was brilliant and darling... all was right with the world!  However, sometime during the second quarter I was placed in the Blue Jay reading group, suddenly all was NOT right with the world.  The Blue Jays were good readers, but they were not the best readers in the class and I liked to be the best at everything!  I began to feel sick more and more often.  In first grade, I actually faked an asthma attack to stay home and avoid the horror that was the Blue Jay group (fun fact: faking an asthma attack will cause a big, fat, real asthma attack).  After a few days of me really faking sick, my parents talked with me and my teacher.  I explained that I would try much harder and my teacher told my parents that I was right on the cusp of the Red Robin group and she just didn't want to overwhelm me.  It was agreed that I could be a Red Robin... and again, all was right with the world.

Kinder and first were happy-go-lucky years.  However, second grade was the year I discovered boys!!!  I wish I could tell you there was one boy in particular, but I am a girl who likes to have options.  Why limit yourself to one boy when you are a carefree seven year-old?  I was in love with my class... every boy in my class!!  Well, there is one exception -- I had no affection for the boy that ate ereasers and picked his nose.  However, every other boy was on my list of cutest boys ever.  When we lined up for lunch, I was intentionally be the last girl in line -- then I could stand next to the first boy.  ::sigh::  The same was true when we went to the library.  ::double sigh::  I wrote 13 notes all saying, "do you like me?  Check 'yes' or 'no.'"  I made gushy valentines with hearts,  flowers, and candy (I knew that boys liked candy).  I played soccer and tag at lunchtime and avoided the girl-infested jungle-gym and swingset.  I learned the words to every Michael Jackson song; all this was in an effort to impress those fickle second grade boys.  Sadly, every attempt to win their affections failed.... until third grade.

In third grade, John Botello (the most darling of my second grade non-paramours) approached me in the library.  He casually broached the subject of our previous year with the classy line of, "Um, remember how you loved all of us last year?  Do you still love me?  Cause I think you got really cute over the summer.  Like, so much cuter than you were last year."   I told him the truth --Poor John, how was he supposed to know that over the summer I had fallen out of love with boys at school? . . .  Boys at church didn't run as fast -- not that I ever caught any of them either, at least not romantically.

March 07, 2010

And the Good News

Now for the good news, because this blog has rules, to many rules if you ask me.

Good news number one, “WELCOME,” to my new blog created by a super talented chick at Adori graphics check out her link in the side bar. This is a one of a kind template created just for me and I love it.

I especially like my banner with the Momma bird getting uptight at her little bird trying to fly off. So much like my life right now. All of my little birds are trying to fly off with their own wings.

This weekend we were at a swim meet. I know nothing too new about that. However, S. did awesome she has such a hard time aging up into the category she is in now. It was so much to watch her swim this weekend. I could actually see her old self come back.

State is in two weeks and I have not been looking forward to going. However, after this weekend I am excited. I think S. will hold her own and do well.

In more exciting news, well at least for me it is exciting, Willow has agreed to a second Memory Monday post that will be going up tomorrow. That girl just cracks me up. Big thanks to her for writing the post in the middle of her son’s science experiment.

Finally, we have 9 o’clock church, which means I get a Sunday afternoon nap. So off I go to bury under some warm fuzzy blankets and try to get rid of this nasty head cold.

Sleepy Hugs and Prayers

Bad News Now Good News Later

Life is kind of piling up on top of me right now. So many things to do, places to be, and things to be done.

Meanwhile, my house is quite a mess. I need to spring clean like you can’t believe. Before I spring clean I need to simply get the dishes washed.

I hate dishes, and laundry, and vacuuming, and. . .

To top it all off I have a head cold. That is making me feel like there is all kinds of cotton stuffed all over in my head. Making it impossible to think. Making it impossible to do homework. Making it impossible to lesson plan. All of which have to be done whether I have a head cold or not.

I’m having a nice time complaining. So why I am at it I should probably complain about the weather. Utah, springs you have to love them, except it is kind of hard to love something that is as moody as all get out.

One minute we are getting snow that results in a good six inches of snow everywhere. The next thing you know the sun is out and all of snow is melting.  The snow is all gone and the sun is out and the rain clouds roll in.

What the. . .

Is it any wonder everyone ends up sick. Our poor sun deprived bodies can’t handle Mother Nature’s mood swings.

Okay this is the end of my rant. Because believe it or not I have some good news, more on that later, kind of bad news good news post today.

Hugs, and Sneezy Prayers

March 04, 2010

Feel the Love, or at least the Warmth

This folks is what you would call a random post.

Which is basically all of my post.

So you should be use to it by now.

We have this cat.


Her name is Carmen.

Brent hates Carmen and Carmen hates Brent.

Given Brent is allergic to cats his feelings are understandable.

Given Brent yells at Carmen and stomps at her and tells her to go away her feelings are understandable.

However, Carmen likes to be warm. She likes to cuddle up on warm fuzzy blankets. One her favorite spots during Christmas is under the lit Christmas tree. 1000 lights produces considerable heat.


This winter has been cold. Bone chilling cold. I have not been happy and Carmen has not been happy.

Leading her to do something she wouldn't generally do.

Cuddle with the warmest human in the house.


Who pretends he doesn't notice she is cuddled up against him.

Because Brent hates Carmen and Carmen hates Brent.

At least that is Brent's story and he is sticking to it.

Hugs and Prayers

March 02, 2010

Funny Funny!

Sometimes our blessings are obvious.

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March 01, 2010

I'm Accountable

I'm accountable is moving to a blog post. So here is where I keep track of how much or how little I am exercising.

The problem with moving "I'm Accountable," into a post is well I don't feel so accountable. I mean really are you digging through post checking up on me?

I didn't think so.

So I guess it comes down to being accountable to myself. What a crazy idea.

Here is my update. :)

3/02/2010 42 Minutes Spinning 12mph (I'm a turtle on wheels watch out baby)
3/01/2010 3 Mile Walk w/Light Weights 45 min
2/27/2010 2 Mile Walk w/Light Weights 30 min
2/26/2010 4 Mile Walk w/Light Weights 60 min
2/22/2010 3 Mile Walk w/ Light Weights 45 min
2/19/2010 4 Mile Walk w/Light Weights 60 min
2/16/2010 40 Minutes Spinning WooHaa
2/15/2010 3 Mile Walk w/Light Weights 45 min
2/12/2010 2 Mile Walk w/Light Weights 30 min
2/09/2010 30 Minute Bike Ride
2/08/2010 40 Minute Bike Ride
1/5/2010 2 Mile Walk 36.5 Minutes w/ Upper Body Weights
1/4/2010 2 Mile Walk 38 Minutes

My Memory Monday

When I started school I was barely five years old. Having a summer birthday I was one of the youngest students in the classroom.

This really didn’t matter because I was more than ready to start school.

My first teacher was Mrs. Choate. However, I thought her name was Mrs. Choake. I thought it was scary to have a teacher named Mrs. Choake.

All year long every time I said Mrs. Choake she would correct me and say Mrs. Choate. I think I was in the third grade before I realized she was correcting me.

This may have possibly been my very first blonde moment. I really had no clue why she always repeated her name back to me.

Every time she said Mrs. Choate I would think, ”Yes, I know Mrs. Choake. Why are you correcting me?”

When I started kindergarten I knew all my ABC’s and had the amazing ability of writing my name. It was pretty awesome. Especially considering I had to explain that I was not named Kristi that my name was Krissi. That is another story for another day.

By the time I finished Kindergarten I could read. Yay Me! However, I had no recall of the alphabet or the reason for said alphabet.

Phonics, phish, letters “Whatever!” I could read. Why did I need to know the alphabet? It is amazing how little I have changed over the last thirty years. By the time I finished kindergarten I had firmly established that;

First, I was a blonde maybe not literally a blonde but anyone who goes a full year not using her teacher’s name correctly has some blonde going on.

Second, once I decided something is unnecessary my brain refuses to learn said useless information.

To this day I have my blonde moments and my brain still refuses to process useless information. Well what my brain deems as useless information, like the alphabet, there is some of that information that I need to know, but the little voice in my heads repeats over and over, “I don’t care”.

To cap off my kindergarten year I received a brand new baby brother on the last day of school. So all in all kindergarten was pretty good to me. If anyone runs into Mrs. Choate please tell her I figured it out.

Hugs and Prayers

PS Okay, next week was suppose to be 4th-6th but don’t you want to know what happened when I showed up to first grade without ABC? Next week FIRST GRADE!

February 28, 2010

"The Talk"

The stupidity of some people never ceases to amaze me.

Yesterday, my 13 year-old-daughter had a scoliosis check at school. According to her, nurses came to the school and gave the test.

As she was walking me through the process, I had flashbacks of my own. How I hated those test.

Half way through her story, she stops and tells me that the Nurse said, “You have very broad shoulders for a girl. I don’t think I have ever seen a girl with as broad of shoulders as you.”

My 13-year-old daughter stopped looked at me and said, “What does that mean, Mom?”

In my mind I answered, “It means that you had an idiot for a nurse. Who obviously has no clue how deadly words like those are for a young girl.”

Then we had the talk.

Okay, you’re asking what does, “the talk” have to do with stupid nurses. Well there is, “the talk” when you are talking about, “it.” Then there is the talk that my mom had to have with me, and now in return I get to have with my daughter.

The talk starts out with reality check. When God was handing out dainty genes, we took a pass. We are big women. We are Amazon Goddess. I have heard people say there is no such thing as big bones but that is a bunch of bull. At my skinniest which was pretty darn skinny I still wore man size jewelry.

I stand almost 5’10” and if I were my ideal weight it would be somewhere around 180. For most women that is obese for me that is tiny. At 13, my daughter is only a couple of inches shy of my 5’10” and today we both reached our arms up as far as we could and she outreached me.

She is a swimmer, so yes over the years she has developed some fairly, impressive muscles in her upper body. Is my daughter tiny? Nope, not at all. What do you expect? As I said I am 5’10” both my brothers are taller than 6’4.” We come from a hardy stock of Germans. I guess I kind of wondered what it would be like if some of my husband’s family genes came sneaking in. The women in his family tend to be a little less Amazon. That does not seem to be in the cards.

Meanwhile, we are held up to a standard of beauty that would require shrinking in all kinds of impossible ways.

I had to share with my daughter all of the stupid things people have said to me over the years. Have they hurt, well yah. Then I had to share with her my own struggles about weight and learning to be healthy. I ended by saying this.

“If I spend my entire life looking in the mirror and hating what I see I will miss all that is beautiful about me. I will also be wasting a lot of time wishing for something that is never going to happen”

She gave me that famous teenage sneer. I gave her my mom smirk. Which I will give to her again on the day that she has, “the talk” with her daughter.

Hugs and Prayers

February 27, 2010

"Here is the rainbow I've been Prayin' for"

The sun is shining!

The glorious, wonderful, bright, beautiful sun is shining.

Sometimes, I am amazed at how long we Utahn’s survive without sun.

My life in general is full of lots of bright shinny news.

First, Brent was recalled to the railroad. He is not back full time yet but the outlook is good.
AND we have benefits again. That in itself is worthy of happy dancing.

Second, I am nearing completion of my fourth class and by the end of my next class; I will have less than two years before graduation. Again, I am doing the happy booty dance.

Third, it is sunny. Just in case, you missed how excited I was about that.

Fourth, we bought a second car. It is not going to win any points for world’s greatest cars but it is a second car that drives. We have been a one-car family since August. Really, it has not been horrible but it has not been awesome either.

Fifth, Louise from Adori graphics just sent a sneak peak of my new blog template. It is so freaking cute I can hardly wait to start using it.

So life in general is pretty bright and that is all kinds of good. Who couldn’t use all the good they can get? Now everybody, do the happy, booty shak'n, bright, bright happy day dance.

Hugs and Prayers

February 23, 2010

How Do I Stop This Thing?

If your lucky you have a person in your life that makes you laugh. I don't mean ha ha kind of laughing. I mean milk squirting out your nose kind of laughing. The kind of laughing that just makes your day better.

Willow has always been one of those people in my life. She makes me laugh she has always made me laugh. She has guts and courage and the kind of smile that just makes you want her as your friend. Over the past couple of years she has left comment after comment that had me giggling.

Yes giggling.

Finally at long last I have coaxed her out of the comment page and onto an actual post. One day she will start her own blog and become an over night success. Until that day I plan on stealing her talent.

Hey, what are friends for?

So without further ado here is the Beautifully Wicked Willow's "My Memory Monday," post.

Go ahead I dare you not to laugh. Leave comments it took a bit of coaxing people.

Now then, about my bike. Well, about my first bike, I am fairly certain that few want to hear about the two-wheeled nemisis begging to be ridden. My first bike, however, she was a beauty!

Flash back many, many years to my 7th Christmas. I had casually been dropping hints for months that I wouldn't mind if Santa brought a bike. My brother had a 10 speed, my sister had a nice set of wheels... but I had only an oversized trike. Yes, at 7 I was proudly (well, maybe not proudly) riding a huge Radio Flyer tricycle. It was bright red and went about as fast as a snail on a skateboard.... faster than a snail is regularly, but not fast at all. I was more than willing to trade my three wheels for a lovely two-wheeled bike.

That Christmas morning Alyssa, John, and I tip-toed out to the living room to see what Santa had brought for us. It was about 2am, Santa had always delivered to our house by 2:00. To our horror, there was nothing there.... NOTHING! Sure family gifts surrounded the base of our ribbon and twinkle light adorned tree, but there were no Santa toys, presents, or anything of the sort. I quickly turned on my much older siblings and firmly placed blame on them for their naughty behavior. After all, *I* was the good kid. A few minutes of kerfuffle later, we all went to bed fairly dejected.

Knowing that only coal awaited us, we were in no hurry to get out of bed. We stayed in bed until somewhere around 9:00. By then our stomachs were complaining, and we decided to face our Christmas of coal. However, there was no coal. There were toys from Santa... everything we had hinted at and hoped for. We walked around in wonder -- we had been good kids, who knew?

At first I didn't see it. It was tucked between the tree and our piano. However, I caught a glimpse of a white tire.... then a second white tire. Then I saw, in all of its pink and purple glory, the most beautiful, girly bike in all creation. It was pastell pink with purple accents and had the largest, longest, whitest banana seat I had ever seen! My new bike was gorgeous!!

Still in my pajamas, I begged my dad to teach me to ride. I knew the basick idea, but had never ridden on just two little wheels before (incidently, I had told Santa in a letter that big girls do use training wheels. Santa was kind enough to not bring training wheels for me). We went outside and Dad jogged along as I started to pedal tentatively. It was rough going at first, but I got the hang of it pretty quickly. In under 15 minutes I was riding at record speed down my block. I flew past the neighbor's houses and as I approached the corner, I realized that Dad hadn't taught me to turn or stop. OH SNAP!! With only a few feet of sidewalk left, I did the only rational thing -- I veered into the grass and crashed... hard. I was skinned and bleeding, but who cares when you can ride that fast! The rest of the day was spent perfecting my riding skills and playing with my siblings.

Years later, Dad taught me how to drive. However, that time he taught me to turn and stop before I even started the engine.

February 22, 2010

My Memory Monday

This week, “My Memory Monday,” is all about your very first bike.
My first bike was candy apple red with a white banana seat.

Do you remember those banana seats?

I seem to recall that the bike had been carefully refurnished and at one point in time had belonged to my mom.

I really have no idea how old I was when I learned how to ride a bike. I know that I was living in the house my parents had built and I know that I was wearing shorts and a tank top.

In Utah that can only mean it was summer. No shorts, tank tops and flip-flops in the winter.

I have a memory of my dad running behind me holding on to the seat. I can recall the feeling of fear and giddiness as we rode down the street.

Being as I am a mom who has lived through four kids learning to ride their bikes I am pretty sure that I must have crashed and burned a time or two and I am sure that I had some fear. I was not what you would consider a brave child.

While the memory of that first bike and learning to ride is not precise, I do remember what it meant to have a bike.

Having a bike meant racing around the neighborhood a large pack of kids on wheels. Having a bike meant racing down the street, standing up on the pedals, and of course riding with no hands.

The trick of learning how to balance with your hands held up high, the tentative hands on, quick hands off, hands on, hands off, each time pulling your hands farther and farther from the handle bar.

My favorite trick was roller-skating while biking. In the neighborhood I grew up in a few houses had steep driveways. We would put on our roller skates sit on our bikes and cruise down the driveway.
As I am typing, I can feel the excitement of rushing down the driveway with absolutely no way to stop. We had not yet graduated to bikes with hand breaks. In fact, there was only two ways to stop, cruise until you ran out of speed or crash. It is probably a miracle that none of us was killed.

What was your first bike and what do you remember most about riding a bike?

Tomorrow the beautiful and wonderfully witty Willow will be posting her memories of her first bike.

Next week, elementary school. What memories stand out most in elementary school. I think this will be a two week post one for k-3 and one 4-6th. Pick a memory any memory from K-3 and share with us.

If you would like a link back to your post please leave a comment and I will create a link.

Prayers and Hugs

February 20, 2010

Pretty Soon. . .

This blog is going under a little bit of construction.

All behind the scenes so as of yet you have not noticed any changes.

Soon.. there will be changes and I am way excited.

A very talented graphic designer is in the process of building me, theSwimMom, Krissi, her very on template. One of the reasons that the snow has stayed on my blog a bit longer than I like.

Because you know that in real life, snow in February is EVIL.

I am very excited for the changes and I am looking forward to other changes that will be taking place over the next few weeks.

Including a guest poster, or the greatest maiden of honor you choose which title you like. She is beautiful and wicked. Two crucial requirements in my book. More on that to come.

In addition, I need to do some blessing post. I am not behind. Nope, that was my rule I did not get behind there were just going to be weeks that I was going to have to post a few or more.

Hope your enjoying your weekend.

Hugs and Prayers,

February 18, 2010

I Must! 2:02

Things I must do today.

I must do laundry. Tomorrow will not be happy day if I do not get some specific clothes washed. The boxers are washed maybe I should feel motivated to do more. I don’t! Have I mentioned how laundry is the bane of my existence.

• I must vacuum. 200 lb Indoor dogs require that you vacuum frequently. She is crashed on the front room rug. Vacuuming would wake her up and that is just rude.

I must do homework. So sick of math, very very sick of geometry, who cares about Pythagorean Theorems? Discussion questions posted, paper started, zero motivation to do more.

• Must pay bills. Have to love billpay but it kind makes me a big procrastinator. I hate late fees just because I don't hit send on time. I think I have a couple more days to hit send. I think. . .

I must clean my bathroom because it is gross. Woo Hoo, not gross anymore.

I must go to work. Done for the week please join me in a happy, happy, dance.

This list is starting to depress me. I haven't felt great this week and all that has happened is life has piled up around me. I need a maid, a personal homework doer, a....well a clone might work.

Hope you are all enjoying your Thursday. What are you procrastinating today?

Prayers and Hugs

I Must!

Things I must do today.

  • I must do laundry. Tomorrow will not be happy day if I do not get some specific clothes washed.

  • I must vacuum. 200 lb Indoor dogs require that you vacuum frequently.

  • I must do homework. So sick of math, very very sick of geometry, who cares about Pythagorean Theorems?

  • Must pay bills. Have to love billpay but it kind makes me a big procrastinator. I hate late fees just because I don't hit send on time.

  • I must clean my bathroom because it is gross.

  • I must go to work.

This list is starting to depress me. I haven't felt great this week and all that has happened is life has piled up around me. I need a maid, a personal homework doer, a....well a clone might work.

Hope you are all enjoying your Thursday.

Prayers and Hugs

February 15, 2010

Memory Monday

So I have had this idea for a little while running around in my head.

It is called Memory Monday.


It really is simple. I will share with you one memory or other and then if you want you can create a post on your blog and we can all travel down memory lane together. I am even going to try to figure out that Mr. Linky Thingy.

No matter how old you are life has had to change a tad. I mean when I think back there use to be a time where there was no Internet, no Cell Phones, and Apple was a dying company. Gas was less than a dollar and Johnny Dep was on "21 Jump Street."

There is just something about tripping down memory lane that brings a smile to your lips.

For my first post, I was thinking where should I start and it occurred to me I should start where my memory begins.

My very earliest memory has to be before I started school and I am standing in the house my parents are building.

What I know is we moved into that house before I started kindergarten. So I must be four years old.

I am standing in the front room my back against the banister because my mom doesn't want my brother and I running around.

Clearly, I can see myself standing next to my little towhead brother. We are in our pj's, with bare feet and the floor is still plywood waiting for carpet. My pajamas are a gown and I will swear to you a bright pink, but I will also tell you that my brother is wearing ET pajamas, I know that ET hasn't been released to the movie theaters so I know this is wrong.

That is all I remember. It is a memory with fuzzy edges and barely there. I don't remember when the house was completed or when we even moved.

However, I do remember shortly after we moved in while my dad was at work my mom, brother and I enjoyed a wicked mud bath in the unfinished backyard.

As I type a movie reel of pictures is flashing through my mind. Pictures of me coming home from school, the phone in the front room, the curtains, pumpkins on the porch, and Santa at Christmas.

It is strange to think of myself as a little girl in pink pajamas.

Who wants to play along?

What is your very first memory?

If you write a post please link here.

Next Weeks Post

Do You Remember your first bike? Do you remember who taught you to ride a big bike? How old were you?

Prayers and Hugs,