Tuesday, March 31, 2009

Interview TAG...NOW YOU"RE IT!

1. What is something mom/dad always says to you?

2. What makes mom happy?

3. What makes mom sad?

4. How does your mom make you laugh?

5. What was your mom like as a child?

6. How old is your mom?

7. How tall is your mom?

8. What is her favorite thing to do?

9. What does your mom do when you're not around?

10. If your mom becomes famous, what will it be for?

11. What is your mom really good at?

12. What is your mom not very good at?

13. What does your mom do for a job?

14.What is your mom's favorite food?

15.What makes you proud of your mom?

16. If your mom were a cartoon character, who would she be?

17. What do you and your mom do together?

18. How are you and your mom the same?

19. How are you and your mom different?

20. How do you know your mom loves you?

21. What does your mom like most about your dad?

22. Where is your mom's favorite place to go?

Monday, March 30, 2009

He's Not Heavy, He's My Brother!

We were in Yellowstone for a vacation
a few summers ago.
Son #3, the baby, at 4 years old
got SO tired he couldn't walk
any further.

His brother, age 6, Son #2

carried him the rest of the way...

Thanks for being my blogger friends!!!,
and carrying me through the tough times.
I love your laughs, your smiles, your friendship!

Sometimes we come upon a situation or a person who needs to be lifted up and carried for a bit. It may be a family member, a loved one, a friend, or it might even be a stranger. But, whoever it is, somewhere deep down in our heart and soul we know we want to reach out to them. At the same time, our minds may be telling us it is not our problem; they created their own problem, and there will be no gratitude or reward . . . but our hearts continue to reach out.

It is during these situations that we have to go with our hearts. We don't know if our reaching out will create a permanent solution for them, nor do we know how they will handle the outcome. We just have to reach out, lift up and share their load. In doing this we will gain the extra strength we need. The load will not be heavy, and if we can give them comfort or make even the slightest difference in their life, that alone should be our reward.

He Ain't Heavy, He's My Brother
by Neil Diamond
click here to listen to the song and read the lyrics

Saturday, March 28, 2009

funny FRIDAY...on Saturday

To continue with the confusion
of my week...
brought to you on SATURDAY...

I love boys 2 and 3...

Friday, March 27, 2009

Back due to UNBEARABLE pressure...

TELL ME THURSDAY...on Friday...

This week is surly a bit backwards...
Toothless Tuesday...on Monday

Wordless Wednesday on WEDNESDAY...
(just in case you hadn't noticed)

And back for TELL ME THURSDAY...on Friday!

by request:

The group of pictures below that I posted for Wordless Wednesday were from a few of my sons football games this past fall...they played in rain, sleet, snow, and SUNSHINE...believe it or not.

These boys, on all the teams in the league, were troopers and played in all conditions, with style, stamina, and sportsmanship.

Our son's team made it to the Championship game and won .... becoming the number ONE team in the league. We had a dinner and social event, and the boys were presented a team picture with a border signed by all the boys.

It was a great season, with wonderful support from parents, and really a breath of freshness during a really hard period of time for our family.

We loved the break and went to every one of his games. The kids packed up the house, made clubhouses, as you can see, of umbrellas, ate snacks, cuddled together.

We thank so many family members from all over town for coming to support our son and his team. We even had family come from out of state for a couple of games....WE LOVE FOOTBALL...and on to basketball, right...

He is now playing basketball on two teams.
One team just finished and came second
in his division,
and now on his second team
he will play his final game tomorrow,
for the Championship in our region...

Way to go, #1 son. We love you...good luck tomorrow.

by the way...he is #23...in the pictures below!!!

Wednesday, March 25, 2009

Monday, March 23, 2009

toothless TUESDAY...on monday's memories :)

Two newly RIPPED out teeth,

I guess he needs an increase in his allowance
due to the economy...

happy about his new look

two teeth in less than two hours...

i think I want to charge him for the tissues...

he had to get UP

which means EVERYONE
has to
get up...

he wanted to tell me that

he is 10 and has lost 10 teeth,
his brother is 7 and has lost 7 teeth...

how cool is that?

only he would think of such things
at 9:30 at night...

what can i say but
he is my child...

love that kid!!!

Tuesday, March 17, 2009

HapPy sT. PatRIcK's dAy...Way Back Whens Day...

in case I forget to TELL you...Happy St. Patricks Day...

We love this holiday!!!

...the milk is dyed green by the leprechauns [thanks to Wendy...♥]

...the kids get to eat Lucky Charms...

We have Corned Beef and Cabbage, with Green Jello, Green Koolaid, Green Beans, Green Grapes, Kiwis, Pistachio Pudding...

Anything Green goes..

And it is all Mr. B's fault...for making St. Patrick's Day such a big deal when we were dating. He got permission to decorate my room. With about one hundred green and white balloon clouds, the rainbow and the pot o gold...with chocolate gold coins, of course...

He wrote a card that said, You'll never forget St. Patricks Day again...

and I haven't!

The kids have been officially brainwashed to think of this holiday up there with Christmas, and their birthdays...

SO, HAPPY ST. PATRICKS DAY... Hope yours is fun.

I would love any more suggestions on how you celebrate...for next year. Thanks...and don't forget to wear green....unless your like me and go for the pinching... ♥

Monday, March 16, 2009



this is where i am this early monday....

i can't sleep, and i am thinking way too much...

sadness, it hits us all differently...

I saw it today, with my little one. we went to a church meeting and afterwards we were able to go through the visitors centers at a LDS temple site.

They had a tour that you could go on to

click on the picture to learn more about our church

So, we went on the tour. Part of it was about Eternal Families.

And the Family Proclamation to the World:

We were taken from room to room as parents were married, had children; the children grew up, had grandparents, ...who eventually passed away.

one of the rooms they went into the death of each grandparent.

The little girl just missed holding her grandmothers hands.

She had asked her
grandmother when she was alive "why are your hands so wrinkly".

The grandmother responded "because grandpa likes to hold them so much."

It was a beautiful expression of love...

...but then...I looked over at my little son. He was crying, tears just running down his face.

We were taken to the next room.

The Sister [women] missionaries for the church asked my children which room was their favorite...my daugher said the baby room, which delighted her, and I am sure she dreams tonight of becoming a beautiful wife and mother.
It was truly a beautiful part of the tour.

...my little boy, with tears in his eyes, said the Grandmas room

Then I took him on my lap and he sobbed as he listened to the promise that we can be together, eternally.

He whispered to me. "momma, I miss holding Grandma's hands."

Me too.

... he had openly cried as we left the visitors center,
with tissues in his hands and in his daddy's arms.
We wandered out, and onto the car.
And home.

Our home.

Where he can be at peace, and safely feel his emotion. His pain.

He misses grandma; ...me too.

Then he asked his daddy to give him a prayer. A Priesthood Blessing. Something so wonderful about our religion.

His daddy did.

And then Lucy, our kitty. Jumped up on the chair, and literally hugged my boy. She just purred and rested her head on his shoulder, and caressed him. I know it seems impossible, but he was comforted in her affection. Thank goodness for pets. They are such a blessing to children. To give back so willingly. To help our hearts to heal. For peace and comfort. Thank you Lucy...We love you.

hey...i have been looking for signs of spring everywhere these days. i think i need to know that life surly does resurrect...and after the long cold winter there is hope of something new, renewal...and that comes with the promise of spring...the promise of resurrection...these are some of the little signs of spring...

Little Purple Pansies
words by: unknown music by: Joseph Ballantyne

Little purple pansies touched with yellow gold.
Growing in one corner of the garden old;
We are very tiny but must try, try, try
Just one spot to gladden, you and I.


In whatever corner we my chance to grow,
Whether cold or warm the wind may ever blow,
Dark the day or sunny, we must try, try, try
Just one spot to gladden, you and I.

Saturday, March 14, 2009

from my Sister...FUNNY -- Thanks Trish

Here is proof that women don't say what they mean
and men don't hear what we say:

I know you believe you
understand what
you think I said, but
I am not sure that you
realize that what
you heard
is not what I meant.

I cleaned it up A LITTLE:


(1) Fine: This is the word women use to end an argument when they are right and you need to shut up.

(2) Five Minutes: If she is getting dressed, this means a half an hour. Five minutes is only five minutes if you have just been given five more minutes to watch the game before helping around the house.

(3) Nothing: This is the calm before the storm. This means something, and you should be on your toes. Arguments that begin with nothing usually end in fine.

(4) Go Ahead: This is a dare, not permission. Don't Do It!

(5) Loud Sigh: This is actually a word, but is a non-verbal statement often misunderstood by men. A loud sigh means she thinks you are an idiot and wonders why she is wasting her time standing here and arguing with you about nothing. (Refer back to # 3 for the meaning of nothing.)

(6) That's Okay: This is one of the most dangerous statements a women can make to a man. That's okay means she wants to think long and hard before deciding how and when you will pay for your mistake.

(7) Thanks: A woman is thanking you, do not question, or faint. Just say you're welcome. (I want to add in a clause here - This is true, unless she says 'Thanks a lot' - that is PURE sarcasm and she is not thanking you at all. DO NOT say 'you're welcome' . that will bring on a 'whatever').

(8) Whatever: Is a woman's way of saying YOU ARE WRONG!

(9) Don't worry about it, I got it: Another dangerous statement, meaning this is something that a woman has told a man to do several times, but is now doing it herself. This will later result in a man asking 'What's wrong?' For the woman's response refer to # 3.


The mans point of view and/or answers to to "nine words women use"

1) Men feel this is the word you come up with when you know there is absolutely NO WAY in H E double hockey sticks you are going to get your way or point of view across.

2) Men feel that five minutes is a time period that stays the same no matter what is happening. We feel that if you say five minutes you will be ready, we take that to mean that if your butt isn't in the car seat in that period of time, that it is perfectly OK to leave you. In regards to helping around the house, I'm more than happy to be a supervisor whenever you get around to riding your broom and vacuum.

3) Nothing means exactly that. If you say "nothing" when asked if or whats wrong, expect a reply of, "straighten your self up then and quit moping around!"

4) Go Ahead is and will forever be a DARE! Expect it to happen!

5) Sigh. This means that you cant decide which you would rather do more, rub the back or the feet of the king of the house.

6) That’s ok. Means exactly that. Not that we were asking permission in the first place, but we'll go ahead and do it even if it pisses you off!

7) We are in agreement here.

8) Whatever. Men take this statement as a cue that you will finally shut up because you know further communication is a waste of time.

9) Don’t worry about it. Men assume that you knew we never had a worry about it in the first place. We figure if its that important to you that it needs to get done right now, you can put down the bon-bons, get your butt out of your chair, and get it done your damn self.

Friday, March 13, 2009


I decided to take part in FlaSH FIctiOn FriDAY!!! I got this from Shadow, who always writes something most amazing...so, you have to write something that is only 55 words...and my twist on it is to share something funny...yet scary at the same time...you decide what you think of it. 55 word limit to share this with you...my story is not fiction however, it is also FLASH BACK FRIDAY. So I am flashing...no not flashing you, flashing back to a VERY FUNNY moment with one of my children, in 55 words!!! Enjoy. ANd HAPPY FRIDAY THE 13TH!!!

WHAT! I hear my son, seven
talking to my neice, also seven
to get a hug all you have to do
chase them and hold them down

Hello, my sister will kill me
who RAISES such a child
how am I going to fix this one
can my son ever talk to his cousin again???

Thursday, March 12, 2009


My daughter and I were talking yesterday about why I blog! I am usually just a journal writer and scrapbooker, but lately I have blogged once a day, and I try to get out and read others posts. Friendshipping is so important to me, and the support that I see each of you giving to others and to me is amazing. So I blog. Yes, I am trying to keep it to under one hour a day, while my kids are in school...and I try to keep my kids feelings in mind. However my same daughter said something completely hilarious to me the other day and she said I could blog it, but I CANT bring myself too. Too personal, although funny is really the catergory.

This daughter asked me for my written journals when I die...I told her she could have them when she gets married. She said, mom, I am sure in my TINY apartment that I will not have room for your journals. It will be food in the cupboards, or your journals....I will just take them when you die.

So, why do I blog?

And, important...who gets my blogs when I die???

I told her [my daughter], I want you to have something of me that is personal and in the VERY MOMENT. It can not be anything but what I was feeling that very day.

Here is the thing, I said to her: With each post they come to my email, and I then take them into a document. You have pictures, my memories, my stories...all on a disc as a journal, or history of sorts.

I believe that our histories are preserved and will be for all eternity. The effort that we put into our personal history and journaling is never in vain and always worthwhile in ways of spending our time.

I said she could have my blogs when I die!!!

ANd, fuNNy: to my son (age 14), Blogging is

and yes, it seems that way sometimes.

But to me it is more than that. I type really fast, faster than I can think. Therefore I can get a lot out, how I am feeling. What I am thinking.
All in a document that is there for me and for others.

I keep more than one blog. This one is open, one private, more personal stories and many pictures for family. I contribute to Women Doing More, which is a great outlet for me to share in something that I think lifts, builds and strengthens women....and has the potential to blow open universally. We women are such a strength to the world. We have to share that.

And I contribute to a family blog. I wish more of the family played along there. It is so fun to be a part of each others lives, and to be able to share our lives with those who are far from our homes, but dear to our hearts.

And a healing blog. One that has opened the scars of my childhood and sathed them with love and support. People can be so amazing. And these strangers have become dear to me. I care deeply about them...

So my thankful THURSDAY
has a lot to do with all of this.

I am ThankFUL that my daughter questioned me, and I was able to think this all through. Here, for me and for you...

Thankful Thursday:
What I wanted to write about is the love and gratitude that I have for my Grandfather [pictured]. He is truly the most amazing person I have ever known. He has been open with me as I have chosen him to be my person, the person I go to in my struggles, in my happiness, and who I cry and laugh with.

I have lunch with him every week. I had lunch with him and my grandmother when she was still alive, every week. And I take my kids to see him [and them] each week. Not a week goes by...my kids always say, what day do we go to Grandpas. Going to Grandpa and Grandma's house has been a part of every part of their childhood, since my first son was born.

I chose then to make them a part of our lives, in a very real and true and truthful way. They have been there for all my ups and downs. They have seen me go into depressions, and in to healthy mind and soul. They have loved me through all of it, and I have never felt that their love was tainted by any decision that I have made. They have been truth to me. ALwayS loving me for who I am. THrouGH thicK and Thin.

Thank you Grandpa, and Grandma, for the love that I have been given through you and your legecy. You are part of my might, mind, and soul. ALways and forEVer. ♥


Wednesday, March 11, 2009

Word Verification Wednesday!

And for my final installment of Wednesday fun...

Bring on the Word Verification!!!

It doesn't get much better than saving some of the best that I have come across to blog!!!

Here goes:

After my trip snow sledding it took THREE months for my

This one I don't want to talk about:

Who knows what your kids are
doing down hodi...hmmmm,

but they will respond:

germs you earn???...hey, I have kids...
they work hard for their germs!@!!

a provo utah term:

Yes, please!

scriptural form of can not:

okay...TAG...you're it.
What do you have in your WV box?

Wordless WEdnEsDaY!

on marriage

'Will you, um, marry me?' I haven't seen you in weeks! You don't look happy or excited about the prospect of our marriage! You're asking me to give up my - my freedom, my joie de vivre for an institution that fails as often as it succeeds? And why should I marry you anyway? I mean, why do you wanna marry me? Besides some bourgeois desire to fulfill an ideal that society embeds in us from an early age to promote a consumer capitalist agenda?