Friday, November 16, 2012

Letting Go

I hope you'll bear with me as I get through this difficult post.  It has been on my mind for months, and it's hard to know what details are important to include, and what can be left out.  There is so much that has been going through my mind, and many details that I want to make sure I don't forget with time. I'm sure this post will be quite long.

After the bad news about my dad and the scare with the baby, I was ready for life to calm down.  I was ready to start having more energy, and to enjoy the rest of my summer.  Life had other plans for me.

Thursday was the day I was finally able to get off bed rest.  I had missed my birthday and we had postponed my family birthday dinner which was to have taken place the previous Sunday.  It was okay because my brother, who had been in North Dakota for 5 months was returning, so by moving the dinner back one week, we would be able to have a Welcome Home dinner for him, along with my birthday dinner, and everyone would be there.

Thursday morning, as I was getting ready for my doctor's appointment, my mom stopped by to drop something off.  She had taken my dad in for one of his dr. appointments.  He stayed in the car, and as I spoke with my mom in the bathroom, while doing my hair, I sent my kids out to say hi to grandpa.  Hubby went out as well.  Don't ask me why I didn't put down the flat iron and run out there with them.  I had spoken to him on the phone several times that week, and we would be at their house on Sunday.  I did call my parents after the appointment to let them both know everything was fine.  I really can't remember if it was my dad or my mom that I spoke to.

The next morning I received a call from my mom.  She told me that when she had gone in to check on my dad that morning, he was on his back and his breathing was really labored, and his oxygen level was way down.  My parents have slept in different rooms for several years, due to the many side effects of my dad's medication that affect him during sleep, and make it impossible for my mom to sleep.  A stab of fear shot through my heart, but I reminded myself that he had been fine just yesterday and was even out and about with my mom.  I told her we would be right over.

My brother was on his way from North Dakota.  He was getting a ride and was to be dropped off at our house where he was going to try and get some sleep.  I called him to let him know what was going on,  that we would be out at mom's, and to let us know when he got in and we would come pick him up.  Cowgirl was also at Girls' Camp, and would be heading home that morning.  I called her leader and asked her not to bring Cowgirl all the way home, because we wouldn't be there, but that we would meet them at the freeway exit by my parents' house on their way home.

My mom called back a few minutes later and let us know that she had turned Dad's oxygen all the way up, and gotten him onto his side, and that his oxygen levels had gone up and were looking good.  She said not to worry about coming out, but in my heart I knew that we needed to.

When we got there, Dad still hadn't woken up.  We sat and visited with Mom, and each of us went in and sat and talked with Dad throughout the morning.  Cowgirl and my brother both arrived about the same time.  My other brother was already there because he and his wife are renting the basement in my parents' house right now.  My sister whom is my dad's daughter from his first marriage had also made it over.  We were all there and were able to spend time at Dad's side, and spend the day together as a family.

As the hours went on and we still couldn't get Dad to wake up, we started talking about what we should do.  My mom had spoken with a hospice worker (they had just contacted hospice to start looking into what kind of in-home health care they could set up for dad).  The hospice worker was supposed to come that morning to evaluate Dad and get things set up.  They said they would still come over and check his oxygen, and his lungs and physical condition, so we would have a better idea of what was going on.  Then my dad's lung doctor called and my mom discussed with him one of the treatments that they were supposed to be looking into, a machine that would push the Co2 out of Dad's lungs.  The doctor told her that it was very likely that if they did that treatment, he would be able to come out of it and wake up.  But, there was no guarantee, and it would require us calling an ambulance and him being admitted to the hospital.  He also told us that once he was admitted, it would be very difficult to get him released.

There were a few things that my dad was very adamant about upon receiving the bad news about his health.  When the time came, he did not want any drastic life-saving measures taken (as there was no actually recovering from this condition, just prolonging the inevitable, if it got to that point).  He did NOT want to be taken in an ambulance to the hospital, and above all he wanted to be at home, in his own bed when the time came for him to leave this life.

We were now faced with a difficult decision.  He had been doing really well in the couple of weeks since we found out that his lungs weren't going to hold out, and he had appointments that week to see if he was a good candidate for the treatment I mentioned above.  If he woke up, that would still be an option, and he might have many more good months, or even longer ahead of him.  For me this would mean him being here to meet my new baby, which was so, so important to me.

But we would have to go against his wishes and have him transported to the hospital via ambulance.  And was using a bpap machine to push all the Co2 from his lungs considered drastic life-saving measures?  Also, we didn't know how long he had gone without a sufficient amount of oxygen.  Could there be a chance that there would be some brain damage as a result of prolonged deprivation of sufficient oxygen?  It was so hard to know what the right thing to do was.

My brother that had been in North Dakota had just left for a short time to take care of some personal business.  We called him to see if he could come and talk with us as we considered what we should do.  I'm not sure if it was all too hard for him to deal with, and he just needed to be away for a while, or what, but he let us know his opinion over the phone, but said he would respect whatever was decided upon.  He wasn't coming back for a while.

We decided to wait for the hospice worker (who was on her way), hear what she had to say after evaluating him, and then with all the information, make a decision as a family.  I called my brother again to see if he wanted to be there when the hospice worker came so he could hear what she had to say.  He said he didn't think his opinion would change, but that we should call him after she came and let him know what she said.

While we were waiting for her arrival, my brother showed up.  He spent some good time in my dad's room talking with him.  He is the only one who hadn't been able to spend time with him recently, as he had been gone for 5 months.  When the hospice worker arrived, my mom went in the room with her as she started checking my dad's vitals, and explaining some things as she went along.  My mom asked us (the grown up kids) to come in so we could all hear what she had to say.

She explained that his oxygen level was good, and she took him off his oxygen to see if his level would stay up or start dropping.  It stayed pretty steady, and she started checking his skin tone, his pulse, etc.  As she was talking, my dad paused in his breathing.  She mentioned that he may be getting ready to leave.  We had my kids join us, so they could be with him too, in case that was what was happening.  He took one last breath, with us all surrounding him, Mom holding his hand, kids and grandkids hugging him, then the nurse checked his heart and found that it had stopped beating.

She left the room so we could all have some time with him. We shed many tears, and shared many embraces.  Then we left Mom to have some last moments alone with him.  It was such a bittersweet day for our family.  It was so hard to let go, especially for my children.  We knew he wasn't to be with us a great deal longer, but he also was doing really well and we expected more time before we had to say goodbye.  We weren't ready.  On the other hand, my mom, along with his children had watched him suffer so much pain for so many years, that we took great comfort in knowing that he was pain-free for the first time in decades.  We were also so grateful that we were all able to be together as a family to say goodbye when it was time.

I'm not sure what made my brother change his mind that afternoon, and decide to come home and join us, but I truly believe my dad was waiting for us all to be there together before he left.  I know we will see him again, and that we will be together as a family for eternity.  I'm so grateful for the gospel truths that bring this comfort to me.

I think I am coping okay.  I'm not one who likes to shed tears in front of others.  I am pretty good most of the time.  But I definitely have my moments, and on a pretty regular basis.  When I'm driving in the car by myself, or am in the shower alone with my thoughts, or even in public and I overhear some old guy say something old fashioned or closed-minded that reminds me of something my dad would say, I get hit with unexpected emotion, and have to blink away the tears.  Or sometimes I let it come and just have a good hard cry.

The hardest times are when one of my children comes to me.  "I'm just thinking a lot about Grandpa today", they tell me.  "I just miss him so much".  And the tears come, and I just give them a hug and let them know that's okay.  It's okay to miss him, and to cry.  But we know we are crying for us, and that he is free from pain, and that is such a blessing.

He would have turned 64 in September.  I miss him every day.  I wish he could have stayed with us just a little bit longer.  Long enough to hold his baby granddaughter in his arms.  At least once.  Long enough to have one more birthday here with us.  Or one more Christmas.  I trust my Heavenly Father's plan for us, and I know He knows more than me.  But I still miss my dad, even if it was his time to say goodbye to this life.

I have more thoughts to share, but this may already be the longest post I have ever written.  I'll just finish up with a few pictures I love.  Most of my favorites are prints, and I don't have a digital copy - but I do have a few that were taken in the past few years that are saved on my computer.

At Cowgirl's baptism

Giving Monkey a ride at my brother's wedding

He loved being a grandpa

Watching hubby work on the car (in the gas station parking lot) that had issues the day my brother got married, in between the temple, and going to the wedding luncheon.  It cracks me up because even though there was no way he could get on the ground like that and work on the car, he still had to watch, like he didn't trust that it could get done right without him there supervising.

My absolute most favorite.  Cowgirl and Monkey walking alongside grandpa at the County Fair last year.  It was a family tradition to go to the County Fair every year with Grandpa and Grandma.

Wednesday, November 14, 2012

A boutique, a downpour, and a really lame birthday we are nearly 3 months since the time I last posted. What can I say? I'm a slacker. I mean I truly do miss blogging, but when I think about sitting down and trying to get caught up, it is just SO overwhelming!

But I still have a lot of things to get recorded that happened over the summer and I am determined to get it all down! I also have some fun stuff going on right now that I want to share with all my friends, so I've got to figure out how to fit blogging back into my days!

After my awesome girls left, I had just a couple of short weeks before Tanielle's and my Summer Boutique we had been working on. Remember I am totally exhausted from this pregnancy at this point...

We had some fabulous vendors lined up that were all coming to Tanielle's to set up booths in her fabulous yard, and we started promoting it like crazy. The day of the boutique arrived, and we were exhausted but also excited and above all, NERVOUS! It was our first event, and we were so anxious to see if people would come. But they did! We had great traffic, and were so relieved.


 During the middle of JULY in one of the driest years on record in Utah (a desert anyway), the heavens opened and released a torrential DOWNPOUR on our heads. But worse - onto the booths and products, and creations of all our fabulous vendors! I'm talking crazy wind, rain that hits your face so hard that it hurts, and anyone standing in it is completely drenched in a matter of seconds.

Most of the vendors had set up their booths and then left, since we were collecting all the money and then writing them each checks for the items they sold. We jumped into action and, starting at the booths with the most easily damaged merchandise, started tearing down the displays as fast as we could and getting our vendors' products out of the rain.

It took a good 2 hours before everything was dismantled, and all the vendors had arrived to pack up their merchandise and we got the yard cleaned up and everything loaded back up into Tanielle's garage, and Hubby's trailer. As I walked into my house, I realized that I was so cold, exhausted and just downright achy, that I wasn't even sure I was feeling up to the effort it would take to change into some dry clothes!! But I REALLY had to use the bathroom - you know how it is when you're pregnant.

That's when I discovered the bleeding. And it was a LOT. My heart stopped. I was of course terrified. It was the weekend, my doctor wasn't in, and all I got from the on-call doctor were instructions to go to bed, stay off my feet, and what things to look for that would indicate I should get myself to the ER. I was told to call my doctor on Monday morning and let him know what was going on.

Monday also happened to be my birthday. When I called my doctor, the bleeding had stopped and I was told to continue to stay off my feet until my scheduled appointment on Thursday. I got to spend my birthday on bed rest, and still had to wait until Thursday before I would really know for sure what was going on. I am not a patient girl. And I love my birthday, and it was lame.

Thursday rolled around, and Hubby and I went in for my appointment. We had heard the heartbeat at my 10 week check up, so I figured it should be easy to find now that I was at 12 weeks. That wasn't the case. My doctor searched and searched for what seemed like an eternity, and could find nothing. I was numb. I just kept thinking that my kids would be heartbroken - they were so excited to be getting a new little brother or sister.

My doctor escorted me down to the small ultrasound room, where after a moment of searching, he was able to point out on the screen where the tiny heartbeat was just pulsing away. I'm sure it goes without saying how relieved Hubby and I were in that moment. Since I hadn't had anymore bleeding I was told I could resume regular activity. I thought life was getting back to normal. But the trials were just getting started.

Tuesday, August 21, 2012

Blog Friends Rock

This summer, not only did I have the treat of having some awesome blog friends stay at my house, but I got the chance to meet Emmy, a blogger I have been "friends" with for years, but never met in person!

An added bonus to this meet up was another of HER blog friends becoming my friend as well!  I had not "known" Involuntary Amy before our little get together, but I am SO glad we got to meet through our mutual friendships with Amy.

We planned on getting together for a late dinner at the Old Spaghetti Factory in Salt lake.  Emmy was going to pick me up and we were going to ride together and meet up with Amy.

A few days before our meet up, I got a text from a very good friend of ours (mine and Hubby's), he was throwing a Birthday BB-Q for his wife (also a very good friend), and wanted to make sure we could be there.  Yep, it was the same night as my bloggy friend meet-up.

Luckily, we were already meeting sorta late, so I asked if we could bump it an extra half-hour.  that way I could go to the BBQ for a couple of hours, and then still meet up with my friends in plenty of time to have a fun night.

I had a great time at the BB-Q and then Emmy picked me up and we headed to meet Amy.  We ordered appetizers and drinks at the restaurant and stayed chatting until they closed.  We knew that we still had some good visiting in us, and weren't ready to say goodbye.  So we drove to Denny's (open until 3 a.m.!), and visited some more!

It was well after midnight when I got home, but was definitely so worth it.  I can't wait for Emmy to visit Utah again, and lucky form me, Amy doesn't live too terribly far away, so hopefully I won't have to wait until Emmy comes again to hang out with Amy again!

Emmy posted a pic of us here.  I'm not posting it because I hate how I look in it.  But Amy and Emmy both look fab!

Thursday, August 16, 2012

What happened next

After enjoying a fabulous visit with 3 Awesome Girls, I was pooped out!

I had been ignoring my pregnancy fatigue to prepare my home for visitors, and then was riding high on the fun of having them here and showing them around my community, and staying up all night visiting.  So when they left...I crashed!

I was feeling particularly drained one Sunday afternoon, when my dad called us all into the living room to talk.  We had gone to my parent's for Sunday dinner.  We had been talking on the phone to my brother who had moved to North Dakota, and Dad asked us to put him on speaker phone so he could talk to all of us.

He informed us that he had visited a new lung doctor the previous week, and gotten some news that he didn't feel that he should keep from us.  I wrote about my dad's health problems here.

He proceeded to tell us that the new doctor told him that even though he was on oxygen, because his lungs were not functioning at full capacity, they were not able to expel the carbon dioxide when he breathed out, and it was building up, and eventually his lungs would give out.  We didn't know how to respond.

He told us that they were going to still perform a few more tests and explore some options, but that they would not be options that could heal him, but perhaps help in keeping him around for longer, and more comfortably.  He said he wasn't counting on anything though, and that he could only have a couple of months left, or he could have a couple of years left, but he just wanted us to know what he had been told.  He had some more tests scheduled for the end of the month.

He told us that he wasn't afraid to die.  That he was ready if it was time for him to go.  He told us that what he was afraid of was suffering.  Of feeling like he was suffocating when the end came, of not being able to get breath.  He asked us that when we prayed, instead of praying for him to stick around, that we pray for him to be able to leave this life peacefully when the time came.  That it wouldn't be painful, or a struggle.

I was pretty much quiet the rest of the evening.  I wasn't ready for this.  I have always known my dad wouldn't live to a ripe old age.  His health has always been bad.  But I wasn't ready yet.  He was going to be a grandpa again.  I needed him to be here for that.  I couldn't stand the thought of him not being around to see his new grand baby.  I needed him here for that, and that's what I asked for when I prayed.

I was already having a great deal of anxiety about this pregnancy (as I was unprepared to get pregnant, I was worried about my health and my age, and how it would affect my pregnancy), this news added to my nervousness, and I pretty much worried every day that my dad wouldn't be here to meet my new baby, or that something would go wrong with my pregnancy.  It was a hard time for me, and for all our family.

Telling the kids was the hardest.  They love their grandpa so much.  They were heartbroken when they learned, and we rallied around them to help them know that things would be okay, and that we are a forever family, and that's all that matters.  But it was still hard.

Tuesday, August 14, 2012

Surprise! And Awesome Girls

So, as many of you know, I had 3 amazing ladies come visit me at the beginning of the summer.  Amanda, Macey and Myya are all blog friends whom I couldn't wait to spend some girl time with.  I had met Macey previously, and couldn't wait to hang with her again, and it would be my first time meeting Amanda and Myya.

As you can imagine, I was both excited to meet them, as well as anxious for the impression myself, my home, and my family would make on them!  I was going crazy trying to get my home ready for TEN house guests (the kiddos were invited too)!  In the middle of the scrambling, Hubby and I got the surprise of our lives:

That's right number 5 is on the way!  To say that we were surprised and also a little overwhelmed would be an understatement.  Readjusting our mindset from the idea that we were done having children to the idea that we will soon have FIVE kids has been an adventure.  But we are thankful for this blessing, and the kids are over the moon excited.  Monkey kisses my tummy every time she walks past me.

Back to my awesome girls.  The whole group arrived safely and gift exchanging, hugging and laughing ensued.  I already loved Macey, and I immediately loved Amanda and Myya as well!  The 4 of us really had such a great time together.  Sadly, Amanda started feeling sick a couple of days in.  She was a trooper, and hung in there for several more days, but the constant going, combined with the horrible air outside due to the raging wildfires across the state (my whole state was seriously on fire this summer) caused her to keep feeling worse, instead of better.  She ended up having to leave early, and when she visited her doctor she ended up with a diagnosis of Strep and Tonsillitis - EW!  Poor girl.  We were so sad to see her depart early, and not feeling well.  But we were glad for the time we did get to spend with her!

Some of our awesome adventures included:

Heading to the park to hang with Sami, Evelyn and Tanielle (more blog and IRL friends!).

We took this photo after Tanielle and Sami had already left - boo.

Visiting a historic farm that included a tractor-pulled wagon ride, feeding the ducks (and really mean geese), as well as milking the cow.  Macey was in love with that part a little too much....

Weenie roasting in the backyard because the mountains were already on fire, and you weren't allowed to build camp fires up the canyons.

Bingham Canyon Mine - you can totally see it from space!

Of course Temple Square.  There were lots of brides there that day - beautiful!

And much more!

But the best times were truly the nights after the kiddos were in bed and we sat up visiting and laughing and making fun of each other.  I know we built friendships that will outlast all our blogs!  Especially Amanda's - since she already quit blogging. ;)

I know this fabulous start to my summer, the wonderful friends and memories definitely helped fortify me for the things to come that weren't as fantastic - and I'm so grateful for these awesome girls and the fun we had!

Monday, August 13, 2012

What I Did Over Summer Vacation

The blog.  Sigh.  It's been a long time since I've been here.  I've missed it - but also been overwhelmed by the thought of jumping back in because so much has happened that I don't even know where to start.  Just as I would be thinking over in my head that I needed to get back and get stuff recorded, some new major experience would begin to unfold, and not only would I not find the time to get to the blog - it would also add a pile of more material that I would need to cover!

My summer has been interesting, to say the least.  I won't cover it all in one post, but just so you know, I haven't been neglecting you for no reason!  Here's a list of the things that have kept me away from being a good blogger:

An unexpected surprise
A fantastic week of blog friends visiting
Upsetting news
Meeting a long time blog friend, and making a new one
The drowning of a Boutique
A scare
Saying goodbye to my dad
A family with the plague

If you read over the list and thought that it sounds like I had a mostly crappy summer - well you would be right.  It started out amazing with my wonderful visit with wonderful friends, but quickly went downhill from there.  I figure the best way to get over my self-pity is just to get it all out on the blog and move on!

On a more cheerful note, who watched the Olympics?  Unless you're new here, you know I freaking LOVE the Olympics.  Have you had a favorite moment?  I've been a little distracted, so I haven't enjoyed them the way I normally do, but here are some things that have made me smile during the past couple weeks:


Phelps going out on top.

First team gold for U.S. women's gymnastics since '96

And of course, everything about this guy made me smile.  Oh yeah, and maybe cry a little too.

I hope everyone has enjoyed their summer.  And maybe missed me at least a little bit.  I'll be back tomorrow to tell you all about the awesome girls who came to help me kick off the summer.

Tuesday, May 29, 2012

10 things to smile about

I know I'm a little late to the party - but I really miss blogging!  So I'm squeezin' in a post before it's time to pick the kiddos up from school!

I'm linking up with 2 parties today - check the buttons at the bottom.

Ten things to smile about:

1 - One more week until school is out for summer!  It has been a loooooong year!  I'm excited for that first morning of NOT setting the alarm!  Also, really excited to spend some fun time with my kiddos.  The school year is so hectic, and it will be nice to relax a little!

2 - Freedom.  I am so grateful for the privilege of living in this country.  And humbled by the great sacrifice of those who gave all to defend my freedoms.  We spent part of our day yesterday attending a Memorial Day tribute put on by our city.  There were touching words spoken, beautiful songs performed, the reading of the names of those from our state who have given the ultimate sacrifice since last Memorial day, along with a 21 gun salute.  It is so very important to me that I teach my children what this day is all about.  That it isn't about a day off school or work, or BBQ's and camping, or getting extra stuff done around the house..  It's not even just about putting flowers on graves.  I want them to feel that reverence and gratitude for those who have laid down their lives so that they and I are able to live the privileged life that we enjoy.

3 - My spunky little Monkey is graduating from pre-school tonight.  She is my baby and it is hard for me to accept that she is going to go to REAL school next year!  Sniffle, sniffle.  But seeing her grow and be excited to start school brings a smile to my face!

4 - Cowgirl's celebration of learning is tomorrow night.  They have been studying the American Revolution.  They wrote and submitted scripts for a play about the Revolution, and Cowgirl's was the one chosen to be performed!  Can't wait to see it!

5 - Pixie's celebration of learning is Thursday night!  They have been studying the Navajo.  They are presenting a Navajo museum, and have been creating artifacts to display.  Super excited to see their work!

6 - Bookworm was elected to the Student Council.  I'm trying REALLY hard to smile about this one!  I am proud of him.  But he is already doing SO MUCH...I'm afraid he's gonna get burned out.  And I KNOW I am!

7 - Sunshine.  It was pretty gloomy and cold the past several days, but the weather has turned beautiful, sunny and warm and I just want to go play outside!

8 - Celebrating the joy of wonderful news for good friends.  I have a couple of friends who have recently received happy news pertaining to their families, and I LOVE that they are so happy!

9 - Bookworm and his friends hanging out over the weekend.  Watching them and listening to them, and giving them a hard time really made me smile.

10 - And the biggest thing to smile about at the moment is that in less than 3 weeks, I will be hanging out in REAL life with Amanda (shortmama - no longer blogging), Myya, and Macey!  I love these girls, and cannot wait to have them and their fun families in our home, creating awesome summer memories.  I get giddy when I think about it.  And an ADDED bonus to their visit, is that we will be spending a day with Sami, Evelyn and their families.  It's going to SO be a day to remember!

Sorry this is really long with no pictures - but I am too lazy to find some to post because it's almost time to go!

Linking up here:

Monday, May 21, 2012

FMM time!

It is a crazy week for this mama, but I wanted to take just a few minutes to whip out a quick FMM post.

And I apologize for my visiting slackerness!!  I'm working on getting back into the groove!

Here are the questions from Kenlie for today:

1- Three of your favorite movies:

Clear and Present Danger
A Knight's Tale
Son's of Provo

2 - Three of your favorite things to drink:

Dr. Pepper
Cherry lime-aid from Sonic

3 - Three of your favorite songs:

So hard to narrow down!  I'll go with:

All In - Lifehouse
The Spirit of God - Hymn
O' Holy Night - Christmas

4 - Three people who have recently been a positive influence in your life:

Elder Samuel W. Clark (LDS General Authority who spoke in our Stake Conference this weekend)
His wife
My primary children I serve in church.

5 - Three things you do to keep yourself entertained:


6 - Three things you are attracted to in the opposite sex:


7 - Three things you love about yourself:

I'm passionate
I'm involved with my children's education
I'm loyal

8 - The last 3 people who text messaged you:

My mom

9 - Three things you are looking forward to this week:

The end of it
The end of it
The RSL game

10 - Three wishes specifically for yourself - what are they? (be honest and be selfish)

RSL season tickets
To be skinny
To have my bills paid off

11 - Three of your favorite quotes:

I actually have a ton - here's a few off the top of my head.  Not necessarily my top 3.

"Heaven - don't miss it for the world."
"You can do anything, but not everything." ~ David Allen
"Never confuse education with intelligence."

12 - Three of your biggest fears:

Losing a child (physically)
Losing a child (spiritually)

13 - Three of your favorite TV shows:

NCIS: Los Angeles
Hawaii five-o

14 - Three of your favorite things to purchase when you're shopping:


15 - Three things you enjoyed last week:

Girls night with my daughters while my boys were at a school camp out
Pixie's first piano recital
Stake confrence

16 - Three things that you always have in your bag, or close to you:

cell phone
church phone directory

17 - Three types of food that you wouldn't want to give up:

Mexican food
Sea food

18 - Three things you do to enjoy burning calories:

Yeah right.
Okay, I like swimming/water activities, but haven't done them in a loooong time.
Laughing - it burns calories and it is awesome.
Dancing - also neglected for a loooooong time.

19 - Three things you dislike about blogging:

Guilt when you don't get around to leave comments.
Disappointment when others don't leave comments for you.
The time commitment.

20 - Three ways blogging has changed your life:

I'm finally a little consistent at keeping a journal for my family.
The great inspiration/ideas I've implemented in everything from decor and crafting, to food storage and prepareness.
Most important of all - the friendships.  Real friendships that go beyond blogging and will continue whether we continue blogging or not.

DONE!  Go visit Kenlie to read more answers or to link up!!

Saturday, May 19, 2012

My dad's health

I haven't really gone into detail too much about my family outside of my husband and kids.  But today I'm going to share a little bit about my dad.

I have mentioned a couple of times that he is in bad health, but I've never really shared on my blog the extent of his health issues.

My dad has been unable to return to the workforce since I was 9.  He was placed on a medical retirement after his second back surgery, which damaged the nerve endings in his back and promoted the growth of scar tissue all around his back nerves, left him unable to do activity for more than a few hours at a time without having to lay down for a couple of hours to recouperate.

As time went on his pain got worse.  He now suffers from chronic pain pretty much around the clock.  He ended up going from being able to be up for a good part of the day, and lay down for a couple of hours occasionally, to being in bed for a good part of the day, and only being up for a couple of hours occasionally.  Now he is in bed pretty much all the time.  He gets up to shower and use the restroom.  On a very good day he is able to go out with my mom for an hour or two, but pays for it by being in bed for the rest of the week.

I lost count of his back surgeries after number 6.  He has had an electric/magnet box implanted, then removed after it didn't work, he currently has a morphine pump implanted that pumps pain medication into his system on a continual basis.  It has malfunctioned and had to be repaired, as well as his body has had adverse reactions to a number of the medications, and he has gotten very sick.  It is a continual cycle of trying new things to try and make his life more enjoyable.

After one of his surgeries a few years back, he had a mild heart-attack.  Following this, during his hospital stay, they discovered blood clots on his lung.  After rehabilitating and being released from the hospital, he was having a hard time breathing, and feared that he may have another blood clot.

Instead we found he has asbestos disease.  He worked for our local gas company for many years, and was exposed to asbestos over the course of that occupation.  Due to his other health issues, he was told that surgery to try and reverse the condition would almost certainly be unsuccessful, and he very likely would not survive such a dangerous procedure.  So he lives with it.

My dad walks with a cane because of the chronic pain, and now complete exhaustion, and inability to get enough oxygen.  He is on oxygen, but still has a hard time breathing.

I believe we all have our trials in life, and Heavenly Father has a plan for each of us.  My mom's desire to be a stay at home mom was never to be, because she needed to stay in the workforce since my dad was unable to work.  But I know she is a stronger woman because of it.  And our family has grown through this trial.  But as much as I believe in God, and his plan for us - my heart is still gripped with fear whenever I think of the possible day that the diagnosis from my dad's check-up is not what we hope it will be.

Monday, May 14, 2012

Learning from a Local Legend

Our family had the great honor this weekend to attend an evening of celebration.  It was an event to honor an amazing musician.  Jack Ashton.

My son is amazingly fortunate to be taking private violin lessons from Jack.  He had to audition to get a spot as one of his students.  When his previous teacher first referred us to Jack, I googled him.  I found that he was quite the accomplished musician, principal violinist in the Utah Symphony, and was highly admired within the Utah classical music scene.

We have been with Jack for about 2 years, and have come to know that he is much more than an amazing violinist.  But it wasn't until last night that we all realized just what a privilege it is for Bookworm to be studying under him.  He is truly a legend among elite musicians.

The night was put on by several former students who have gone on to become masters (maestros even) in their fields.  As we were sitting watching a skit/musical number being put on by 3 men honoring Jack, Bookworm exclaimed, "Hey, that looks like one of The Piano Guys!  Wait - it IS one of The Piano Guys!"  If you don't know who The Piano Guys are - you have GOT to check this video out.  I don't care who you are, or what your passion is - this is simply amazing.  (This is one of the guys (a former student of Jack's) who was hosting the event - he writes the arrangements, then plays all the parts, and puts them together.)

This is an 8 part arrangement he put together, and then played all the parts.  It's incredible

Another of Jack's former students, the one emceeing the event, has gone on to compose beautiful orchestra arrangements, one which was performed on Saturday night.  It was a total Mr. Holland's Opus moment.  An orchestra made up entirely of Jack's students and former students, Jack took his place at the front, and conducted 3 pieces.  It seriously gave me chills and took my breath away.

For Bookworm, it was an experience he won't soon forget.  It was so inspiring to see the impact Jack had made on the lives of so many, and the brilliant musicians they had gone on to become.  We felt truly humbled to be a part of this night, and to see just what could possibly be in Bookworm's future if he sticks with it, works hard and follows the instructions of this amazing teacher, musician, mentor and friend.

I'm thankful to have music in my life, and especially grateful to have my children love music as much as I do.

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Friday, May 11, 2012

Cremation? What do you think?

Disclaimer:  My family speaks very candidly about death, and other topics that some may find morbid.  Sorry.

So my mom recently informed us that she has decided to be cremated when she dies.


The rest of us aren't really sure how we feel about this decision.  I mean, I know it's not like she'll be doing anything with her body anytime soon after she's six feet under.  But I always thought it would still exist, you know?  And she'd have a nice little grave marker that said something lovely about her, that we could bring flowers to on special days, or just because.  I mean I don't think about it OFTEN, but I guess I just didn't think of her as being a pile of ashes in a vase after she was gone.  You know?

But she insists that it is just too expensive to buy a burial plot in a cemetery, purchase a casket, pay for a grave marker.  And she is being stubborn. So I'm thinking about looking into some senior burial insurance, or maybe finding out more on Social Security.  I mean, if she's dead, what can she do about it?  We can pretty much do what we want at that point, right?

Except she would probably haunt us.  Not probably - she WOULD.  That's okay.  I ain't scared of no ghost!  You totally have that song in your head now, right?  You're welcome.

So what do you think of cremation vs. burial?

Thursday, May 10, 2012

PMM - My Son

I thought I'd join up today with Emmy Mom and Kmama, to do a little braggin' on my son.

If you remember here, I told you about our school's Pedals for Hope cancer research fundraiser.  As part of the event, my son committed to ride his bike 40 miles and collected pledges from friends and family.  I was a little unsure if he'd be able to complete the full 40, since he doesn't really get a chance to ride much, and he had only been on a bike ONCE since winter got over.

But I'm proud to say my boy did it!  He completed the full 40 miles.

Not only that, but we picked him up from the trail and immediately dropped him off at his Scoutmaster's to head to scout camp.  He returned from Scout camp and changed his clothes and immediately went to his soccer game (they won!).  Let me tell you that that boy was sore for a good couple of days after!!

Thank you to those of you who helped him pass his fundraising goal.  He ended up having the highest amount of all the students!  We love you!  The students ended up raising just over $4,000 this year.

I also need to brag on him on the personal development front.  This year Bookworm joined a youth chamber orchestra on the suggestion of his violin teacher.  The orchestra is conducted by his daughter, and he wanted Bookworm to have that ensemble experience and since he is not yet in HS, and our school is quite small, he isn't able to participate in a school orchestra at this time.  He didn't really want to at first, to add to his time commitment for violin.  But their end concert was a few weeks ago (he missed the 1st one because it was the same night as opening night of the school musical), and he thoroughly enjoyed the experience.  He is excited to audition next year for the advanced orchestra that is conducted by his violin teacher (who is a member of the Utah Symphony).  I left my camera home, so I only have Hubby's cell phone video, but this was one of the favorite numbers of the night (he is on the left with the burgundy tie):

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Wednesday, May 9, 2012

In it to Pin it!

I just wanted to let you know about a fun little hop that's going on over at MiMi's, and Mindi's.

It's a Pinterest party where you can show off and discover fabulous Etsy shops!  Go check it out!


Remember how I told you all I've been taking French lessons?  I am having so much fun with them.  I know I'm not learning as quickly as if I were younger, and taking lessons every day, but I so appreciate my weekly visit from a dear friend who takes the time to teach a slow learner a beautiful language!

I took French class in middle school, and my teacher told me I had a gift for the language.  Back then my bestie and I used to say that we would live in twin chateaus in France.  We knew the names of the boys we would be married to, what they looked like, how many kids we would have, and their genders and names!  Man we had it all figured out!

Back then, I imagined that because of my gift for the French language,  I would one day be working for a translation agency contracted by the government.  Or maybe I would get to be an undercover intelligence agent that used my bi-lingual skills to infiltrate international criminal organizations and help bring them down.

Of course, that would be my secret life.  To the world I would just be the nice wife and mom living in a French chateau with her beautiful kids, and next door to her best friend.

Please tell me I'm not the only adolescent who had such crazy imaginings?  Right?  Or I'm just weird?  Okay.

Now my aspirations are much more down to earth, I would love to some day be able to carry on a half-way decent conversation in French with someone who speaks the language.  and actually be able to understand them, and have them understand me!

I'll share more stories from my secret French life in future posts.  Because I just thought of 2 funny French things to share!  

To be continued....

Tuesday, May 8, 2012

Gettin' my craft on!!

It feels like it's been forEVAH since I've done a fun printed craft.  I recently participated in a weekend boutique, and besides my usual hair accessories/baby items, I wanted to have some cute framed art to sell.

Rather than just stick a cute print into a frame, I decided to turn to my ever trusted Mod Podge and give it a little more character.  Instead of prints behind the glass, I mod-podged the print to the front of the glass, then put a couple coats of Mod Podge over the top of that.  It gave a glossy, fun texture to the finish of the picture.  I included a couple of shots with the flash on, just so you could see the reflection, and get an idea of what the finish looks like.  I SUPER love how they turned out:

And for my Mormon peeps:

I have soooo many ideas for variations on this project.  I created the above prints in several different colors, and I have a few more that I created, but haven't yet made into the final product.

Okay, I know the middle one is a little incongruous with the other two - but I have to admit it is sorta my favorite!!

I'm super excited to try out a new family subway art idea suggested by my brilliant friend Tanielle.   I'll keep you posted on how it works out!

I created all of the above pieces using MyMemories Suite scrapbooking software, although some of the quotes were inspired by things I saw on Pinterest.  As always, if you're interested in purchasing the software, you can use the following code to receive a $10 discount on the software, as well as a $10 coupon to use in the MyMemories store - a $20 value! Click here and use this code at checkout:


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Sunday, May 6, 2012

Is that a Mormon thing?

Meeting blog friends has got to be one of the best experiences out there.  Seriously.  My meet up with MiMi still remains one of my best memories.

And now I have a new best memory to add to my list. 2 weeks ago I had the opportunity to meet and spend time with beautiful Vivienne!  Viv is one of the first blog friends I made back when I started blogging in 2009.  She quickly became an online friend and I always felt that she was someone I would love to spend time with in real life.

Guess what?  I was right!  Vivienne is not only beautiful, but warm and funny and sweet.  She is smart and sassy, but completely down to earth and real.  I always got that vibe from her, and it was so nice to see that she is exactly what she seemed.

Stole this picture from Vivienne, because I have a dumb phone that takes dumb pictures!

I first got to spend time with her at the airport while she was waiting for another friend to get in.  They were both coming here for the SNAP blog conference.  I met her for lunch and we just hung out and chatted at the airport while she waited.  She had lots of questions about our Utah culture, and the predominant faith - Mormonism. The best line of our visit came when we noticed a guy holding a big sign (which we couldn't see, because his back was to us), and welcoming people with seashell necklaces as they came through the gates.  Vivienne turned to me and said, "Is that a Mormon thing?"  She decided that would be her standard question whenever she saw something weird on her visit!

We did some quick sight-seeing when her 2 roomies got in, and then they dropped me off at home.  When the conference was over, she came to dinner at our house and then we went to Temple Square.  Because you just can't visit Salt Lake City without seeing temple square.

It was a beautiful day, and we had a wonderful time spending the afternoon with "that fancy girl who's not a Mormon" - Monkey's way of referring to Viv when she couldn't remember her name the next day.

I am so, so glad I had the opportunity to meet her in real life, and am so grateful to call her friend!  I can't wait until we make our Cali trip (planned for next summer), so we can all visit with her again!

Friday, May 4, 2012


I confess....

The 2 weeks prior to this one were 2 of the most insanely busy and high-pressure weeks I have had in as long as I can remember.

I confess...

Making it through was such a huge relief that this week I have been a total slacker.  Seriously no motivation to do anything (including blog - so sorry).

I confess...

I can't imagine making it successfully through, and with my sanity intact if it weren't for the new Mind Organization for Mom's program that I have been implementing.  Not even kidding.  Check out my review and your chance to win a copy for yourself here.

I confess...

I participated in a boutique last weekend and it was lame.  I barely made back my booth fee and the gas it took to travel back and forth for set up and tear-down.

I confess...

The fact that I now have a bunch of product made to list on my Etsy site doesn't give me much comfort, due to the fact that I now have to actually photograph and list all that product.

I confess...

If all these confessions are making me sound lazy - it's because I am.

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Tuesday, May 1, 2012

Mind Organization for Moms, review and a giveaway!

Hello darlings!  Have you missed me?  I have missed you SO!!!  But I had some life that had to take priority for a little bit.

I'm back though - and I've got a bunch to tell you.  But first things first.  Remember I promised you my honest opinion of a new program called Mind Organization for Moms (M.O.M.)?  And that if I liked it, I would be giving away a copy to one of my lucky readers?

Well guess what?  I LOVE it!  Really I love it.

If you know me more than a little, you know that my trial in life (or at least one of them) is lack of organization. It is something I have always struggled with.  And I hate it.  As an adult it has become even more of a struggle, as I try to balance motherhood, my board member responsibilities, church responsibilities, and owning and operating a small business with my husband.  I have missed weddings, and forgotten about appointments until the very last minute, and then scrambled to keep them.  I am always overwhelmed by projects and ideas, and because I am actually REALLY dependable on following through on my commitments, I frequently experience that knot in my stomach that comes from waiting until the last minute to get a task done, and then killing myself to complete it.  I have lost important papers, and had stacks of crap that needed to be sorted, because I was just too busy or overwhelmed to take the time to go through them as they accumulated.

This one made me feel like mom of the year:

Those are Utah Jazz (our NBA team!) tickets.  They were part of the deal when we signed Bookworm up for Jr. Jazz (our local recreation basketball league).  I stuck them in my purse so they wouldn't get lost, since the game was still several weeks away.  I then promptly forgot about them until Cowgirl reminded us the week after the game had taken place.  Yep, that really happened.

When I heard about M.O.M., I was very intrigued, yet skeptical.  I hadn't figured out a plan yet that worked for me and that I could stick with.  There were many attempts, but no successes to speak of.

I am not exaggerating even a little when I say that the M.O.M. system quite literally changed my life.  I received it back in March, and began pouring over it.  At first I wasn't quite sure about the whole idea, but as I kept reading, and then finished reading through the entire program, it made so much sense to me, and I couldn't wait to get it set up and begin implementing the program.  I've been thinking about the best way to describe the system, because it really is different than anything I have ever seen.  Another reviewer described it perfectly as a sort of "filing system for your brain".  It's not just organizing your papers and projects, but actually organizing your mind.  And it works!

Since I have had the system fully implemented I have felt such a weight lifted off my shoulders. My projects and papers are organized.  I haven't missed an appointment or obligation.  But better yet, my mind is in order, and all those things that are constantly running around in there are properly tucked away into their proper place.  The result is a clear mind that can focus on whatever the task at hand is, and also take a time out for the important things, like painting toenails with my 5 year old.

I see myself using this system for the rest of my life (which I think will actually be longer now that I have eliminated so much of the stress I used to carry around with me!).  I also truly believe this is a system that could benefit anyone - whether you are a hot mess like me, or a very orderly person.  I encourage everyone to check it out.

As it so happens, I have a free copy to give away to one of my lucky readers!  Here's the scoop:

1 entry (required) - leave me a comment telling me why you need to get organized, or what is most difficult about organization for you.

1 entry - like The Power of Moms on facebook.

1 entry - follow The Power of Moms on Twitter.

1 entry each - blog, tweet, or facebook about this giveaway.  Please leave link in your comment.

Please leave a separate comment for each thing you do, make sure your email is either on your profile, or in your comment, and good luck!

Giveaway ends Monday at midnight!


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Wednesday, April 18, 2012

WWTK - Food!

Today for WWTK, Crazymama wants to know about food:

1 - What is your favorite go-to breakfast recipe for special occasions or company?

This breakfast casserole is hands down the best I have ever had, and we have it frequently for family breakfasts or brunches during the holidays:

Breakfast Casserole
10 eggs                                                 1 pint small curd cottage
½ cup flour                                              cheese
1 teaspoon baking powder                     ½ cup melted butter or marg.
½ teaspoon salt                                     ¾ lb Monterey jack cheese
1 4 oz can chopped green chiles (opt.)  1/3 lb swiss cheese
1 cup sliced fresh or canned mushrooms          
1 cup diced ham or fried bulk sausage

Grate all cheeses.  Beat eggs until light and lemon colored.  Add flour, salt and baking powder.  Beat in cottage cheese until smooth.  Fold in grated cheeses, butter, chiles and other ingredients.  Pour into buttered 9x13 baking pan.  Bake uncovered at 350 degrees for 35 minutes or until inserted butter knife comes out clean.  (Can be made ahead of time and refrigerated overnight.)  This is also good if you spread a can of cream of mushroom soup over the top before cooking.

It is seriously delish, y'all.

2 - What is your policy for kids that don't want to eat what you are serving?

Haha, you hit a sensitive subject for me with this one! I'll tell you why after I answer the question.  We have a policy that you eat what is fixed.  My kids are required to at least eat a small portion of the food that is prepared.  If they are willing to do that and they are still hungry afterwords, they can fix themselves a bowl of cereal or a sandwich.  But I don't fix something special for people who don't like what is being served.

It is important to me that my children learn to be able to eat most things for a couple of reasons.  First, I believe it is good manners to try some of everything that is prepared and served at someone's home when you are a guest for a meal.  Second, I married a boy who is his mother's "golden boy", and was (and still is!) doted upon.  Whenever his mom was fixing something he didn't like (and there are LOTS of those things), or that had a particular ingredient he didn't like, she would prepare something "special" for him to have that was just his own.  As a result, when we married, he was THE pickiest eater who had never learned to try, or re-try new things.  I don't want my kids spouses to have to deal with what I did when we were first married!  Luckily he has changed his ways.  He is still picky, but has learned to like (love, even) quite a few things that he used to hate, and even to eat some things that he doesn't like.

3 - Do you take treats to neighbors?  What kind?  

I do take treats to neighbors and friends.  I have 2 usuals:  My famous brownies, or good ole chocolate chip cookies.  I always make the cookies in bar form, because I'm lazy and stuff.

4 - What is your most used spice in your cupboard (besides salt and pepper)?  

Probably cinnamon

5 - What is your favorite fruit?  Do you have a favorite veggie?  

I actually like veggies more than fruit.  My favorite fruit is probably watermelon.  Favorite veggie is a tie between asparagus and summer squash.  At least today!

Bonus question:
6 - It was tax day here in the U.S.  Did you get a return?  How do you spend it?

Being  small business owners, we ALWAYS have to pay.

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Tuesday, April 17, 2012

Lots of pennies, less hair and bike riding.

Remember last week when I told you that Cowgirl was getting her hair chopped for Locks of Love, and Bookworm was riding his bike 40 miles to raise money for cancer research, and Pixie was anxious to see if her grade would once again win the Penny wars?   Are you ready for an update?

Bookworm's ride is Friday, and he is excited, but also nervous - wondering if he will be able to ride the full distance.  I have faith in him!  But he also hasn't ridden much at all since winter got over, so we're not sure what level his endurance is at right now!  Fingers crossed!

Once again Pixie's grade won the penny wars!  This makes 4 years running - I think the rest of the school is beginning to feel a little bit humiliated by this group that started out as Kindergarteners, and has continued to beat them every year!!

The penny wars raised $1,009.38!!  A total of 50,000 coins were collected!

I know you're all dying to see Cowgirl's hair.  Here's a reminder of "before":

(windy day!) 

She was interviewed for the news!

The drama unfolding:

Cowgirls' grin while she's getting it chopped cracks me up!

We had 16 students and 4 adults donate a total of 252 inches of hair!!

I'll update you on how the bike ride goes next week.  Bookworm has been busy collecting pledges for each mile he rides.  The 8th grade has set a goal of raising $12,000!  I'll let you know if they reach it - it's quite a lofty goal!  

If you'd like to help, you can donate here.  All donations go directly to the Huntsman Cancer Foundation to help fund cancer research.

I'm proud of my school and proud of my kids and cancer sucks and I can't wait until we kick it's butt.

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Monday, April 16, 2012

He said what??

I thought it was high time for another embarrassing story.  Only this time it was my son who was embarrassed.  And I thought I'd extend the experience for him by putting it online for all the world to see.

A little background:  The director of our charter school (we'll call him Rick) is also our neighbor and friend, and he is my son's scout-master. The assistant director/part time math teacher (we'll call him Dan) is also a family friend, whom I went to school with and then reconnected with a few years ago, and had him come apply at the school.  He is also my son's geometry teacher.

Last week I was in the school doing prospective teacher interviews for our new campus with the new director for that campus.  Since the new school isn't yet built, we were using Rick's office.  The interviews went long, so my kids were left sitting in the lobby for about an hour and a half after school got over!  I finally had to leave the last interview before it was done.  I stepped out of Rick's office and headed through the reception area and out to the lobby, but then Rick and Dan who were sitting in the reception area, asked me what I thought of the interviews.  So I poked my head back in and we talked for about 5 minutes about the candidates.

When the kids and I were finally in the car and headed down the road they asked me what took so long.  I explained to them that I thought I they only had 1 interview scheduled for me, but it ended up being 4!!  Then they asked me what positions the people were applying for.  After I told them that, they asked who I was talking to at the end forever, before we finally left.  Here is how the convo went:

Me: "Oh, I was just talking to Rick and Dan for a sec."

Son (you must read this part out loud to appreciate it): "Wow, that sure was a lot of sec's!!"

Me: "Son!!"

Son:  "Oh my gosh!  I didn't mean that!  Oh my gosh, wow, I can't believe this."

He was mortified to have said that to his mom.  And dies a little more everytime I repeat the story!

So I repeat it frequently.  You are welcome.

Thursday, April 12, 2012

Proud Mama of kiddos doing their part in the fight against Cancer.

For anybody who has been around my blog for the long term, you know that each year our school does a big fundraising, multi-activity event called Pedals for Hope, to raise money for cancer research.  It kicks off with an assembly where they start their penny wars - a fun competition where each grade tries to raise the most money in pennies.  Grades can sabotage other grades by putting monies of larger denomination in each other's collection jars.  So however many pennies they collect count FOR their total, but then whatever they have had put in their jar that is larger (quarters, dollar bills, 20's) counts AGAINST their total.  Between the students collecting pennies, and then adding larger amounts to each others collections - we always have quite a fun and successful "war".  Pixie's grade has won every year. She loves to remind her brother and sister of that fact.

The next thing is the Locks of Love assembly.  Anyone who has a minimum of 10 inches of hair to spare, can chop it off and donate it.  It's a big to-do, with all the hair donors sitting in chairs lined up on the stage, hair stylists lined up behind them with scissors, and then chop, chop, chop to the applause of the rest of the student body!

The culminating event is the Pedals for Hope bike ride, where the 8th grade students, who have been collecting sponsorships and other donations ride their bikes along a riverside trail for way more miles than I could even think of riding!  In the past it has ranged from 40 to 100 miles.  This year there is a number of hours allotted, and mile markers along the trail, and students ride as many miles as they desire, and are able, during the allotted amount of time.

How does this make me proud as a mom?  First, I have Cowgirl, who has hair that reaches more than halfway down her back.  These were taken before school this morning.

Tomorrow she will be donating 12 inches in the Locks of Love assembly.  Pixie did it last year, and they both did it together 2 years before that (it takes them a minimum of 2 years to grow it back long enough to donate again).  You can see the before and after pictures here and here.

Then there is Bookworm.  Not only is he riding next Friday, but out of designs submitted by the entire 8th grade, his was the one picked to be the T-shirt design for the 2012 Pedals for Hope t-shirts that all the riders will be wearing.  I know he is really proud of it, and I am proud of him!

All money raised goes to the Huntsman Cancer Institute, the only National Cancer Institute - designated Cancer Center in the Intermountain West.  HCI is considered a world leader in cancer genetics.  It's scientists have helped identify gene mutations responsible for colon cancer, melanoma, neurofibromatosis, and most recently, hereditary paraganglioma (a rare cancer afflicting the interface between the endocrine and nervous systems.)

You can help.

We all know someone who has been affected by this terrible disease.  I'm proud of children who are doing their part to help win the battle.  If you'd like to donate you can click here.  All donations go directly to the Huntsman Cancer Institute on behalf of our school.  You have until next Friday (April 20th).  I would love if you felt you had any amount that you could donate.  Cancer needs to be stopped.

I'll be updating you next week with the final total and pictures of Cowgirl with her new, short 'do!

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Wednesday, April 11, 2012

WWTK Wednesday - IF

I'm not usually one to do multiple blog posts in one day.  But I couldn't pass up this week's edition of WWTK - so even thought I posted already - I'm doing it again!

This week's questions come from Mamarazzi - here we go!

1 - If you had to be trapped in a TV show for a month, which show would you choose?

I'm going to have to go with Hawaii Five-O.  I mean, not only is it in gorgeous Hawaii (where I've never been, and may never go), but then you've got these guys to look at when you're done appreciating the island scenery:
Not the chick - the other 3.

Plus I want to be a tough chick who carries a gun and can beat the crap out of bad guys.

2 - If you could be guaranteed one thing in life, besides money, what would you ask for?

That is a tough one, but I think I would choose wisdom in raising my children.  Seriously people - I don't know what the crap I'm doing.

3 - If you had to name the most terrifying event in your life thus far, what would it be?

It was terrifying at the time, but ended up being no big deal.  But basically when my son was born, he was a really fast breather (all of my kids have been as newborns).  The staff got all worried and ordered a spinal tap to check for infection, which was terrifying in and of itself.  But then when the doctor came to talk to me and I asked him (as a first time mother mind you), "What does it mean if there is an infection?"  He bluntly answered, "Well he could die." in a tone that was like "duh!"  He had a lovely bedside manner.  I was pretty terrified although it ended up being much ado about nothing.  There is a lot more to the story, but it still pisses me off every time I think about it, so I'll save that for another day.

4 - If you could possess one supernatural ability, what would it be?

So I've said this before, and I don't know if this is the kind of supernatural ability  Mama had in mind when she asked the question, but I have always wished I could be like Jeannie and "blink" things to happen.  Like blink my house clean, blink myself from one place to another, blink a red light green, you know - stuff like that.  That would freaking rule.

5 - If you could "uninvent" one thing in the world, so that it would no longer exist, what would you choose?

I'm going to go with cigarettes.  No offense to anyone who smokes, but I get sick to my stomach when I get even the slightest whiff of cigarette smoke, and I can smell it from a block a way - seriously.  I hate having that smell sneak into my outdoor fun and make me gag.  Plus, people who smoke around their kids make me really mad.  Really mad.

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