SUPER BOWL XLIV...
2 teams,
ONLY ONE champ!
ONLY ONE champ!
New Orleans Saints
VS
Indianapolis Colts
ohhhhh Peyton....
(My Dad's a Colts fan, so I'll be cheering for them.)
1 day ago
Monday, January 25, 2010
Thursday, January 21, 2010
Slumber Party
Oh how I love a good slumber party, but I am a little too old for that now. Now I have the adult versions of a Slumber Party.
As most of you are aware, I like to host parties...:) One of my favorite is Slumber Parties. If any of you have a healthy sexual relationship with your partner, you most likely know what this is. If you have ever been to one of these parties, you also know that it is NOT just about bedroom toys. If you have NEVER been to one of these parties...YOU NEED TO! These girls are trained to be "relationship counselors." Everything from a keychain to power tools. I have been to some that were not so tasteful, and some that felt as if I just attended marriage and sexual therapy.
For those of you who are interested,
WERE HAVING A PARTY!
As most of you are aware, I like to host parties...:) One of my favorite is Slumber Parties. If any of you have a healthy sexual relationship with your partner, you most likely know what this is. If you have ever been to one of these parties, you also know that it is NOT just about bedroom toys. If you have NEVER been to one of these parties...YOU NEED TO! These girls are trained to be "relationship counselors." Everything from a keychain to power tools. I have been to some that were not so tasteful, and some that felt as if I just attended marriage and sexual therapy.
For those of you who are interested,
WERE HAVING A PARTY!Where : Riverwalk Apartments Clubhouse - 781 S Riverwalk Dr. (Golf Course Road)
When : Saturday, February 23
Time : 6:00
*Just in time for Valentines*
Jaime will have a huge inventory, so be prepared to take home your purchases.
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
The Plan
It's funny the things we choose to remember in life. The events, the exact thought or moments. January 19 will ALWAYS be a day of remembrance. January 19, 2007 I lost my mother, my best friend. She wasn't always my best friend...we had our days. If I could take back just one of those bad days today I would. I was a mean, stubborn, rude teenager who knew everything. No one could tell me what to do or how the choices I was making would affect me forever.
My mother was a saint. I am positive that she was one of the chosen few sent down to this earth on a mission. A mission of love, acceptance and happiness. She completed it and returned to our Heavenly home.
I tell myself daily that it is all a part of the plan. This was the plan. She completed her task here on earth, and returned home at her chosen time. It was not my choice when her mission was complete. I wish I could have picked that time, knew it was coming, and had some warning.
As most things in life, we have no warnings. Things happen and we have to be prepared. When we will lose something or someone is unknown. We need to be prepared - but how do you prepare for death?
The day my mother passed away is a day that runs through my head constantly. I can tell you specific things about the early hospital visit for her heart stress test, helping her into the car, calling my dad to say hi, the stop light we sat at, the conversation as we walked into The Old Grist Mill for lunch, the Diet Coke I bought at "the old" Maceys, the color of her shirt, shutting the door, Elizabeth yelling something was wrong, the sound of her last breath, administering CPR with my very dear friend Devin, the 3 EMT's, the sound of my father’s voice on the other end of the phone line, my little sister collapsing in my arms, calling my brother and sister, Jennifer and I embracing in the ER parking lot, Andrew holding up my father, touching her, leaving her, driving home alone, phone calls, feeling the love of others, feeling alone, telling my children, crying, understanding, explaining, sleepless nights on the couch at my dads, never wanting to go home, dressing my mother in her temple clothes, family, friends, crying, screaming into the heavens, wondering why today, why now?
Many of us have lost someone that we love very much - family, friend, a pet, a neighbor. Each person/thing can play an important role to us. How we take the events and learn from them is up to us. I take my mother’s death as an experience to learn from. I could have crumbled and died the day my mother left this earth, but I didn't. I have a family, children, a husband, and my dad. I chose to remember her - each moment that she gave me. Advice about marriage, kids, love, acceptance, the gospel, the plan.
Since my mother’s death I have become closer to those who have always been in my life. People that I took for granted, people I never spoke to, people I never appreciated and loved. I forgave those I thought had done me wrong, only to realize that It was my own stubbornness. I have a closer bond to my father than ever before.
I believe in the plan, I know the plan.
But, I still miss her!
I love you mom, until we meet again....
My mother was a saint. I am positive that she was one of the chosen few sent down to this earth on a mission. A mission of love, acceptance and happiness. She completed it and returned to our Heavenly home.
I tell myself daily that it is all a part of the plan. This was the plan. She completed her task here on earth, and returned home at her chosen time. It was not my choice when her mission was complete. I wish I could have picked that time, knew it was coming, and had some warning.
As most things in life, we have no warnings. Things happen and we have to be prepared. When we will lose something or someone is unknown. We need to be prepared - but how do you prepare for death?
The day my mother passed away is a day that runs through my head constantly. I can tell you specific things about the early hospital visit for her heart stress test, helping her into the car, calling my dad to say hi, the stop light we sat at, the conversation as we walked into The Old Grist Mill for lunch, the Diet Coke I bought at "the old" Maceys, the color of her shirt, shutting the door, Elizabeth yelling something was wrong, the sound of her last breath, administering CPR with my very dear friend Devin, the 3 EMT's, the sound of my father’s voice on the other end of the phone line, my little sister collapsing in my arms, calling my brother and sister, Jennifer and I embracing in the ER parking lot, Andrew holding up my father, touching her, leaving her, driving home alone, phone calls, feeling the love of others, feeling alone, telling my children, crying, understanding, explaining, sleepless nights on the couch at my dads, never wanting to go home, dressing my mother in her temple clothes, family, friends, crying, screaming into the heavens, wondering why today, why now?
Many of us have lost someone that we love very much - family, friend, a pet, a neighbor. Each person/thing can play an important role to us. How we take the events and learn from them is up to us. I take my mother’s death as an experience to learn from. I could have crumbled and died the day my mother left this earth, but I didn't. I have a family, children, a husband, and my dad. I chose to remember her - each moment that she gave me. Advice about marriage, kids, love, acceptance, the gospel, the plan.
Since my mother’s death I have become closer to those who have always been in my life. People that I took for granted, people I never spoke to, people I never appreciated and loved. I forgave those I thought had done me wrong, only to realize that It was my own stubbornness. I have a closer bond to my father than ever before.
I believe in the plan, I know the plan.
But, I still miss her!
I love you mom, until we meet again....
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
Attila the Hun
If any of you would like some info on Attila the Hun, I am a PRO! Until last night I wasn't even sure who this was. Jayson had to tell me that he was a character in Night at the Museum...oh...THAT Attila the Hun...DUH! (the Chinese lookin dude, that's mean). Attila was the fierce 5th century leader of the barbarian group known as the Huns who struck fear in the hearts of the Romans as he plundered everything in his path, invaded the Eastern Empire and then crossed the Rhine into Gaul. He was the most feared King of the Huns. Some say that he was a God, others called him the Scourge of God. He died by drinking too much. Attila passed out flat on his back. It was then and there that Attila had a massive nosebleed which caused him to choke on his own blood, on his wedding night!
Joslynn is FAILING, yes BIG FAT F...in 4 CLASSES! How do you fail 4 of your 5 classes? It has been an ongoing struggle with us. In fact, Jayson and I fight over this problem most. Last Sunday was the big one. Yes people, I told him I was done! I had a BAD cold, I was tired, my body ached, Ashton and Addy just wanted to be loved, and we were fighting. Fighting about Joslynns grades. She didn't care...she was in her room. So why were we in such a big fight over her grades if she doesn't care?
I spent the night on the couch (I actually love sleeping on the couch), and didn't sleep AT ALL. Between the cold, and wanting to beat Jayson in his sleep, I just stayed up all night trying to figure this out in my head.
Monday was ROUGH, but thanks to my dear friend, she talked me through it. She made me realize that I need to let Jayson handle Joslynn. As much as I love her and do not want her to fail, Jayson needs to take care of it. I have to step back, and let Jos make her own choices.
*She is currently grounded from her IPod, cell phone, TV, Computer, "going out," home phone, and pretty much anything else you can think of, and she doesn't even care!*
I came home Monday, hashed it out with Jayson and then informed both Jayson and Joslynn that I loved them both very much, but mentally I can not be evil step-mom, or the only one who takes care of Joslynn anymore. I told both of them to talk between each other to figure out shit, that It was no longer my problem!
so....a week went buy, and I said nothing...one whole week! You have to realize what this means for me to shut up for a week! Yesterday was parent teacher conf. Ashton and Addy went to the sitter, and Joslynn GOT to come to work with me so she could sit in the back office ALL day and do supervised homework. On the way to work, I was compelled to stop in at MC for parent-teach conf (shocked the holy hell out of Jos). I AM SO GLAD WE WENT! Her teachers were nice enough to go to the classrooms and get all of her missing assignments. I wasn't upset, I didn't really even say anything. She got in the car and started to cry. She told me how sorry she was, and that she knew she could do better.
5 hours later, and a gazillion assignments later, we started to work on the report due..TODAY! Why would you NOT wait until the last minute to do a report that needs 6 sources? Hence, Attila the Hun.
At 1:30 am we finished...Jos and I...learning, writing, and discussing Attila the Hun. What did I get - a big HUG, and a "thanks for saving my butt!" I didn't even get mad last night. It was good. We connected. She asked. She was thankful. Jayson was thankful. I was tired. And today my friends, is a new day!
Maybe I'm a little "Attila." To some I am a God, to others they fear me. Oh, how I wish people thought I was a God.
Joslynn is FAILING, yes BIG FAT F...in 4 CLASSES! How do you fail 4 of your 5 classes? It has been an ongoing struggle with us. In fact, Jayson and I fight over this problem most. Last Sunday was the big one. Yes people, I told him I was done! I had a BAD cold, I was tired, my body ached, Ashton and Addy just wanted to be loved, and we were fighting. Fighting about Joslynns grades. She didn't care...she was in her room. So why were we in such a big fight over her grades if she doesn't care?
I spent the night on the couch (I actually love sleeping on the couch), and didn't sleep AT ALL. Between the cold, and wanting to beat Jayson in his sleep, I just stayed up all night trying to figure this out in my head.
Monday was ROUGH, but thanks to my dear friend, she talked me through it. She made me realize that I need to let Jayson handle Joslynn. As much as I love her and do not want her to fail, Jayson needs to take care of it. I have to step back, and let Jos make her own choices.
*She is currently grounded from her IPod, cell phone, TV, Computer, "going out," home phone, and pretty much anything else you can think of, and she doesn't even care!*
I came home Monday, hashed it out with Jayson and then informed both Jayson and Joslynn that I loved them both very much, but mentally I can not be evil step-mom, or the only one who takes care of Joslynn anymore. I told both of them to talk between each other to figure out shit, that It was no longer my problem!
so....a week went buy, and I said nothing...one whole week! You have to realize what this means for me to shut up for a week! Yesterday was parent teacher conf. Ashton and Addy went to the sitter, and Joslynn GOT to come to work with me so she could sit in the back office ALL day and do supervised homework. On the way to work, I was compelled to stop in at MC for parent-teach conf (shocked the holy hell out of Jos). I AM SO GLAD WE WENT! Her teachers were nice enough to go to the classrooms and get all of her missing assignments. I wasn't upset, I didn't really even say anything. She got in the car and started to cry. She told me how sorry she was, and that she knew she could do better.
5 hours later, and a gazillion assignments later, we started to work on the report due..TODAY! Why would you NOT wait until the last minute to do a report that needs 6 sources? Hence, Attila the Hun.
At 1:30 am we finished...Jos and I...learning, writing, and discussing Attila the Hun. What did I get - a big HUG, and a "thanks for saving my butt!" I didn't even get mad last night. It was good. We connected. She asked. She was thankful. Jayson was thankful. I was tired. And today my friends, is a new day!
Maybe I'm a little "Attila." To some I am a God, to others they fear me. Oh, how I wish people thought I was a God.
Thursday, January 7, 2010
Christmas Break
New years day we all got together for a little snow play. Jayson, Judy, Margo and Jill built these snowmen, filled with "blood bags," and then enjoyed a fun game of shoot the snowmen.
YOU MIGHT BE A REDNECK IF:You shoot guns off your back porch
YOU MIGHT BE A REDNECK IF: You pull a truck hood behind a snowmobile as a sled. (it really does work)
Margaret and Jayson were built. KarLee made sure Aunt Maggie had morning hair.
We spent the day after Christmas with my moms sisters at our annual Ice Skating Day.
My sweet 95 yr. old Great Aunt on the ice, In Ice Skates!
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My dads grandchildren
Tristin, KarLee, Addy Jos and Ashton
I just LOVE this picture!
Christmas Day Ashton, AKA Nitro Circus wanna be, got his first cast
My sweet 95 yr. old Great Aunt on the ice, In Ice Skates!
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My dads grandchildren
Tristin, KarLee, Addy Jos and Ashton
I just LOVE this picture!
Christmas Day Ashton, AKA Nitro Circus wanna be, got his first cast
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