Wednesday, March 31, 2010

Great Grandma Johnson

Olive Bessie Johnson
August 14, 1917 - March 26, 2010
Josh's great grandmother's funeral was today. She was such an amazing woman and left such a legacy. Grandma Johnson had five daughters, , 22 grandchildren, 33 great-grandchildren and 11 great-great grandchildren (can't believe that five of those are mine!)

She was such a beautiful person. I have never seen her without a smile on her face. You couldn't talk to her, without walking away with your own smile. She always made you feel so good and so happy.

So many wonderful stories were shared today. She was amazingly strong and such an inspiration to all of us.

Rest in peace, Grandma Johnson. We're so happy that you are reunited with all of your family that passed before you. Give Jared and Mom a big hug and tell them that we think of them often.

And we miss them...every single day.

Saturday, March 27, 2010

Don't Ask Me - I'm Just A Girl

It has recently come to my attention that certain humans (some of the ones with penises) have an issue with an intelligent woman.

I heard on the radio last week that 80% of men admit that an intelligent woman is a turn off. I actually joked about it and thought it was kind of funny...until it became apparent this week that that number is shockingly accurate.

To have a man tell me that he is smarter than me, infuriates me. I'm not the smartest person out there... I'm not insinuating that I am... but I'm not a "dumb girl". This person feels that he is smarter than most women and can do more than most of them. (His words...not mine.)

(For the record, it wasn't Josh that said these things. He is, after all, still alive. Had it been him, we would all be attending a funeral today.)

Now, I know I'm a girl and all...but I would think some part of intelligence is not feeling the need to exert your superiority, in order to prove it. I also think that people skills might play a small role. Intelligence should be something that is apparent...not something that you feel the need to point out.

But, don't ask me...I'm just a girl.

Wednesday, March 24, 2010

I Didn't Want This

It's funny how when you're younger, you picture your life a certain way.

I was going to use my four year, full ride scholarship to the University of Utah, to become a special education teacher. I was going to live downtown, near shopping malls, theaters and people! I was going to be independent and never need anyone. I was going to eventually marry and have no more than three children.

Instead, well...you know my life.

Chaos.
Stress.
Insanity.

Oh...and this:




I'm so happy that I didn't get anything that I wanted.
I ended up with all that I needed...and more.

Saturday, March 20, 2010

I Have A Friend

I'm so lucky that I can say that sentence.

"I have a friend."

I've been reflecting on a lot of things lately and my friendships have been one of them. I am such a lucky girl. I have such wonderful friends and have so many people that I can count on.

If I were to throw every single one of my friends into a room, it would be such a diverse group of people, that it would make me laugh. I have no "standard". My friends come from all walks of life. They believe different things. They live different lifestyles. Some are parents, some aren't. Some are married, some aren't. Some are female, some are male. Some are younger...some are more experienced. :)

I love that I have such an array of influences in my life. No matter what I "need" at the moment, I know that I always have the perfect someone to fill that void. I know who to call if I need a laugh, a shoulder to cry on or a question answered.

Thank you, to all my friends. The ones I talk to often and the ones that I don't. The ones that let me help and the ones that help me. The ones that are new and the ones that are old. The ones that know everything about me and the ones that are still learning. The ones that make me laugh and the ones that let me see them cry. I love you.

I'm so lucky...I have a friend.

Wednesday, March 17, 2010

I Won't Lie...

...life has been rough lately.

I've noticed that stress in my life seems to come in waves. Everything seems to peak at the same time, driving me to the brink of insanity, and then it calms down for a couple weeks.

School is killing me. I am spending so much more time on it this semester, than in past semesters. It seems to be paying off, though. I'm currently pulling a 93% in my anatomy class, which is virtually unheard of with this particular professor. So, I'm quite proud of that. We haven't done enough in pathophysiology yet to give me an idea of my grade, but after next week I should know where I'm sitting in that class.

Work is insane right now. We are smack dab in the middle of busy season and while I am so thankful for the hours...it's beginning to wear on me. Trying to fit in eight hours of work a day, along with everything else can be a struggle...but, I push forward.

I've had some stress between some friends and that always gets to me. I hate conflict and tension, even if I'm not the one in the middle of it. It's hard to watch people disagree and not be able to fix it.

So...what does a Mommy do when she is overworked and underpaid? She goes outside, walks with her kids, plays soccer and snaps some photos. Add in a pudding snack on the front lawn and you have a pretty darn good evening!

Sometimes just walking away from everything and enjoying their laughter, smiles and non-stop talking is a cure for daily life.




The Gift That Keeps On Giving

I received the most wonderful gift in the mail yesterday.

I've talked before about my "mom blog" that I belong to. These mommies (affectionately called my c-mommas) did a most wonderful thing. They all donated money into a pool and donated it to a cancer society for women, in Mom's name.

I was so touched that they would think of something so wonderful to do. Mom was an amazing person and touched so many lives. Now, money given in her honor, will be used to fund research that is helping to find a cure.

As May quickly approaches, the Susan G. Komen 5K and the anniversary of Mom's death are rushing at us. The 5K has been important in our family for years. We have always done it together...even last year, not knowing that Mom would pass away eight days later. Doing it this year without her...well...I won't lie...it's going to be hard. I remember writing in a previous year's blog that I would always run "In Celebration" of Mom, and never "In Memory". I will forever celebrate the woman that she was and I'm so thankful that my beautiful friends will, too.

Thank you to: Annette, Andrea, Brenny, Cara, Christy, Cassie, Jackie, Courtney, Dallas, Brandee, Erin, Erin, Erin, Stephanie, Steph, Hannah, Heather, Heather, Roxy, Liz, Mike, Christina, Jawni, Jen, Jenna, Kim, Kym, Kel, Kirsten, Casey, Lindsay, Bri, Ryan, Michelle, Meesh, Blythe, Ang, Nikki, Sam, Jessie, Sally, Cindy, Sarah, Sierra, Tayci, Sarry, Mel, Tinka, Trish, Wendy, Wranga, Amanda and Jamie (I pray I didn't forget any of you!)

Wednesday, March 10, 2010

Mommy Needs Sick Leave

Dear "Employers" (Bay, Roo, Avers, Lukey and Peanut),

I am not feeling well. I'd like to take this time to petition you for sick leave. I'm aware that I'm irreplaceable and no one can do the job quite like I can, but I feel that my current health status is affecting my ability to perform my duties.

In case you haven't noticed, the dishes are flowing out of the sink and across the counter top. Please feel free, in my absence, to load the dishwasher. At this point I am not picky and I will not stand over you and make sure you do it correctly. Toss them in there and as long as the door shuts...you're good.

My eyes might be closed, but I still know that you are sneaking marshmallows out of the cupboard. Be aware that they have been moved and you will never find them. I might need a little "me" time, but I'm never fully off the clock.

Your chores still need to be done, even if I can't chase you down and make you do them. Please do them willingly. Perhaps if you do, you can earn back the allowance you lost earlier this week, for mouthing off.

I will be needing an afternoon nap. This does not mean that you are now free to destroy the house, spill grape juice on the floor, hog tie the dog with a bungee cord, ride down the stairs in my laundry baskets, play swimming pool with your Barbies in the toilet, add food coloring to a gallon of milk, swing from my drapes, hot glue popsicle sticks to the kitchen counter, draw on yourselves with permanent marker, spill rice krispies on the floor to hear the crunch, cover my living room floor in 3,932 paper airplanes or stick marshmallows up my nose...or down my shirt. (How DID you find them?!?)

If I am allowed this one day of sick leave, I promise to be a more valuable employee in the years to come. If I am not allowed this time, I will have to resort to using cotton balls and duct tape. Cotton balls for my ears and duct tape for my bedroom door...since you long ago figured out how to unlock it.

Please respond in a timely manner. I know you'll be trying to wake me up at 5:30 AM anyway.

Love,
Mommy

Tuesday, March 9, 2010

Presley's Seventh Letter To Grandma

Dear Grandma,

I wish you could hear my little voice, Grandma! I'm learning new words all the time and it makes Mommy and Daddy giggle to hear me chattering. I like to charm everyone with my funny faces and by blowing kisses. I'm sure I could make you laugh!


Daddy told Mommy the other night that you would be having so much fun with my "developing personality". I don't know what they're talking about...I've always been a lot of fun!


Before bed the other night, Mommy showed me a picture of you. She said, "Pres...who is this?". I was thinking, "Grandma! Duh, Mom!", but I haven't quite figured out that sentence yet, so instead I pointed at you and kissed the glass. I don't know why, but it made Mommy's eyes fill up with tears.


It's still hard not having you here, Grandma. Every time we drive by the cemetery the other kids yell, "Hi Grandma!". Mommy always feels like she should stop, but something keeps her from doing it. She can't visit you, because she doesn't want the other kids to see her cry.


I miss you, Grandma. The other kids still talk about you every day. The outings you took them on. The sleepovers they had. The times they cooked with you. I wish that I would have had that time, too. I missed out on so much with you...and you're missing out on me.


Love,
Presley

Monday, March 8, 2010

I'm Glad That We Argue

What good is a relationship in which both parties always agree? In my opinion...it's a useless relationship, because you never learn anything from it.

Arguing teaches you patience and it teaches you forgiveness. It teaches you when to back down and how to appropriately deal with issues.

It teaches you that people can disagree...but still love each other. It teaches you that people don't always have to see eye to eye, in order to respect each other.

It teaches you when and how to admit that you are wrong...and it humbles you, when you apologize.

I'm glad that we argue...because it teaches me. I want to learn with you, forever.

Saturday, March 6, 2010

I Hope Your Fingers Fall Off

Dear Thief,

Thank you for breaking into my vehicle, my neighbor's vehicles and my neighbors house. You. Are. Awesome. I hope that when you plug my stolen iPod in and see the beautiful pictures of my children on there and listen to the folder of the songs that they loved to sing to, that you are struck with immense guilt and return it. If you aren't...I hope your fingers fall off.

Why don't you try WORKING for the things you want? I sure as hell don't bust my butt to buy things, just to have some lazy, no good, piece of trash take it.

Go to hell.
-ME

Friday, March 5, 2010

Your View of "Happiness"... Makes Me Wanna Vomit

Oh boy, did I ever get mad today. Mad. Mad. MAD.

I have to sensor this a bit, because I don't know who reads this... (if you are easily offended by "adult topics", this is your warning to vacate the premises).

I got into an arguement with a male friend of mine today, regarding...err..."happiness"...in a marriage. He feels that a wife should want to make her husband "happy". Every. Single. Day.

"Happy".

You with me?

I kinda flipped out on him.

I don't feel that "happiness" is something that should be required of either partner. I don't live in the Middle East and I have free will. Granted, I know that I can't control our "happiness" 100% of the time and have been known to "take one for the team", but to be told that it should be done every day to maintain my husband's happiness (real happiness, this time :) ) is ridiculous.

My reasons for not always wanting to be "happy", (you know...those five kids, full time job and school responsibilities that kinda wear me out) were met with a wonderful comment of, "...it's the life you chose."

You're right. It IS the life I chose.

So, thank you, dear friend. You've made me extremely happy (again, real happy), that I chose the man I did.

He loves and respects me...and he's about to be really "happy"...that he does!

Thursday, March 4, 2010

Random Lukey

Yesterday, while eating lunch, completely out of the blue:

Luke: "Mommy has a funny pee pee!"
Me: "Why is it funny?"
Luke: "It sticks in and mine sticks out!"
Me: *giggling inside* "Yup, buddy...boys and girls are different!"


Last night after dinner:

Luke: "I want a s'movie!" (smoothie...he has like 5 a day!)
Me: "You're gonna turn into a s'movie!"
Luke: "I'm not gonna be a s'movie!"
Me: *talking to Josh* "I'm glad he's eating all this fruit!"
Josh: *talking to Luke* "You're gonna get diarrhea!"
Luke: "I'm not gonna get diarrhea!" *pause* "What's diarrhea?"

Wednesday, March 3, 2010

You Gotta Learn To Laugh

I just have to laugh...otherwise, I'll cry. My life is one "tragedy" after another and I've just learned to laugh at it. Might make me look a little hysterical...but it's working for me. :)

"Things Going Wrong" could be the title of my biography. It seems like every time I turn around, something else breaks, makes a mess or screws up.

The vacuum died this morning. While being pulled down the stairs, it broke it's neck. We'll be having a funeral for it later today. Sympathy cards, with cash, would be greatly appreciated, as we now have to adopt a new one.

Would someone please tell me who dumped red punch on the carpet, in the front room? If I had known about it right away, instead of hours later, perhaps I could have saved the beige carpet from now being pink. Oy.

My anatomy test is becoming the bane of my existence. We were supposed to take it last Monday. Well, there was a screw up with the scheduling of the computer lab, so although I had studied my glutes off...it was put on hold till last Friday. I took it last Friday (ALL 75 QUESTIONS OF IT!!!), submitted it and went home. Only to find out later that the server had issues and it erased all my answers. When the testing company was questioned, they blamed it on me. (Big shocker there, huh?) Apparently, they explained to my professor, I'm just too damn dumb to figure out how to click the "submit" button. I guess I'M too dumb, as well as the other TWO people in my class that it happened to. Yup. Anyone wanna come sit and hold my hand when I retake the stupid thing, on Friday night? Perhaps you can walk me through clicking "submit", to make sure that I don't eff it up this time! *shakes head in disbelief*

Those are the current things I'm laughing about...hysterically...while I rock back and forth in a corner, drooling. ;) What are YOU laughing about?