tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-44136695738920359602024-02-19T01:26:08.072-05:00Just JennieJenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18106090169677593047noreply@blogger.comBlogger96125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413669573892035960.post-35906064492203023322010-07-02T23:26:00.002-04:002010-07-04T12:53:38.628-04:00Karma KillerDo you believe in Karma? You know the thing in which I am speaking is, superstition I suppose. The sort of thing that you know if you do a certain thing one way, and not the right way,so then it backfires? Sometimes I feel like I deserve it to backfire, especially when I don't follow the rules. When it happens, I only have myself to blame. It's like those sayings, you have to give to get,and work if you want to play, and study if you want to pass, etc... Why can't I just once receive the prize without having to play the game? Man, is there any such thing as a karma killer?Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18106090169677593047noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413669573892035960.post-89828465419551912152010-04-27T10:17:00.002-04:002010-04-27T11:02:27.423-04:00Young Love?I have created a monster... I made the mistake of sharing some (some, not all just rated g stuff) of my past relationship stories with my daughter Sabrina, and now it's biting me in the butt. <br /><br /> I may have shared in my past that I had crushes on boys too, at a young age. It started in second grade, I loved my friend Tyrone, in Cali. He lived in the same apartments as I, just a few doors down. He fit the typical description, which is my ideal boy, athletic, and dark haired. I stopped him one day while he was riding his bike, and I just randomly kissed him on the cheek. He rode away of course, and after that, his mom kinda kept us apart. So sad... Anyways, later I had a boy that was my pal, Peter, to whom I would settle for, but he was kind of a geek. But then love struck once more, in fourth grade, I became obsessed with Kasey McIntosh-Wells, a boy one grade older than I. He looked like Tyrone. And he was on my soccer team for two years in a row. This was my worst crush ever. So afraid to even say a word to him. In a previous blog, I shared the story of how I revenged his take down. <br /><br /> Anyways, then came Jeremy. Who was a blond, but I think our feelings were mutual. He lived far away and I only saw him at church activities. I considered him my first real boyfriend. He gave my gifts and he was the first boy I ever danced with, I thought I might marry this boy, someday. But I did a very bad thing... Because we hardly saw each other, I got kinda of confused about the love I had. I also loved another and another at the same time! I was a foolish girl. It was Rob, who was in my classes, always flirting with me, the cutest boy in the school, I believed. Then along came Danny, who was in 9th grade. I really didn't love him, I just went along with it because he was the coolest kid on the bus. He was too old for me. He wanted to hold my hand, and wanted me to sit in the back seat with him. His friends chewed, and it was gross. I know now, he liked me more than I knew. He made me a wooden heart in shop class, that said Danny loves Jennie. Very sweet. So I finally broke it off with him, just a little creeped out. I would still be thinking of Jeremy, and marring him someday, but then he moved away, and we wrote letters a couple of times until I moved to Alaska.<br /> <br /> The reason why I am sharing this, is because I think the same thing is happening to Sabrina. She loves the attention the boys give her. So far, three boys have professed their love for her this year. And each time, she said it back. So I asked, why? Do you really love them? She replied," Well what am I supposed to say?"<br />I told her, to tell them that your too young to know what love is. Or that's nice, thanks. But either way, it's going to hurt their feelings. Better to tell the truth. So, this year, she had the most popular boy as a boyfriend, and he said he loved her. A week later, she dumped him for another. Who said it also to her. Her ex hates her with a passion now. And her new boyfriend is very loyal and has been her friend for two years. He was always waiting in the wings to have his chance. BUT, this is going too fast. And the fact he says he's a vampire, is too weird. And I already gave him the Virtue talk. And this past Sat. we went to Skatetown as a fam, and he met us there. And things became very awkward. Because a older taller boy, who says he's home schooled, made it painfully obvious that he was smitten by her. He and her boyfriend both held her hands with her, during the couples skate for two songs. We left early when Ian shoved the kid away. It was getting out of hand, because she would not tell this boy to buzz off. And as we walked out the door, she secretly gave him her number... The next day, he said he loved her, and she gave him the same response! And I said why? I told him, not text her anymore and she was too young. I also told her it wasn't fair to Ian and she should tell them both, she can't have any boyfriend. I grabbed her cell this morning, and that boy texted her over 100 times, in one day. Next step, I took away her phone minutes. But the thing that is biting my butt now is, she told me, "Mom, even you had two boyfriends at the same time, so that's what I am doing" What? WHAT! Oh man....Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18106090169677593047noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413669573892035960.post-41593920805407998172010-01-22T23:43:00.002-05:002010-01-23T00:00:47.347-05:00Where Have I Been?I am going to make it a mission to write more often. SO many things has happened, that I, myself, (the one with such a great memory) can not remember everything that has happened lately. I think it's because I have tried to block some of it out. I must be doing a good job of it.<br /><br /> You know, haven't you had some of those days or moments in your life that you wish you were too doped up to remember? Well, I haven't been doping myself, but sometimes I wish I could. One of the things that keeps me going on in this life is the fact that someday, in the future, life will be better for us. And this crap that I deal with emotionally, will be a distant, slightly humorous memory. <br /><br /> I hate having to be the human calender or I guess, Blackberry for my family. Jason is a grown man, we have been married for almost seventeen years! I am sick of the excuse that he is a typical man, doesn't know any pin numbers, passwords, account numbers, birthdays, sizes, etc., etc. Not fair, I say. Is it too late to opt out having to know those things too? I could try, but all of us, especially the kids, would suffer for it. <br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">(thinking....)</span><br /><br /> I guess I rather not have my memory wiped any time soon. That would surely suck. But that doesn't mean I can't pretend. Isn't blogs great? It's like cheap therapy.Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18106090169677593047noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413669573892035960.post-84280221341752106162009-11-23T11:44:00.001-05:002009-11-23T11:44:43.883-05:00Twilight Spoof<script type="text/javascript" src="http://widgets.nbc.com/o/4727a250e66f9723/4b0abbfb502148b4/4727a2501a2a0f59/bd537d11/widget.js"></script><div style="font:10px arial;width:300px;margin-top:3px;"><a href="http://www.nbc.com/Video/library/" target="_blank">Video Recaps</a> | <a href="http://www.nbc.com/Video/library/full-episodes/" target="_blank">Full Episodes</a> | <a href="http://www.nbc.com/Video/library/webisodes/" target="_blank">Webisodes</a></div>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18106090169677593047noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413669573892035960.post-50444661240065818042009-11-02T15:28:00.003-05:002009-11-02T15:36:30.249-05:00You Don't Know What You Got, Til It's GOne....Here is a example, I am currently using a Library computer to write on this blog, so I have to be quick...How many things do you have right now that you take for granted? Have you lost something, and then realized that it was missed or needed? Right now I can think of many things, some things I can get back and some I can't, and it sucks when that happens, because if you can't get it back, it seems like it was one of the most important things ever! Do you know what I mean? <br />I miss my computer. I did not treat it well, so it is now broken. My bad! 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Why it is that people feel compelled to ask that always as part of a greeting? And then of course it's either, I'm good, things are going great, I'm Fine, or if your unlucky, it opens a whole can of worms of how things really are.<br /> Some people lie, and just say they are fine but they aren't. I on the other had have resorted to saying, I am just Dandy! Well I know I have made some people the victim, when I decided to vent and unload on them. I am sorry! But it happens every once in a while and so I try to be more understanding when people do the same to me. I just thought this was a interesting observation, people need to start being a little less generic, and start being real. Then maybe when that one friendly face says hi, you won't end up scaring them with T.M.I.Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18106090169677593047noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413669573892035960.post-31719692703120057492009-08-13T01:08:00.002-04:002009-08-13T01:42:11.688-04:00The Hardship LetterPride is a awful thing...Once there was a stake guy who came to speak in a meeting, and he started out introducing himself and talking about how happy he was to see his children succeed on going on a mission. He stopped short before he used the word "Proud." And then he said something about how being proud, was a bad thing.<br /><br /> Well recently I had to write a hardship letter for something that needed to be dealt with, and to do so, I had to throw "Pride", right out the window. Have you ever had to do that? Allowing yourself to share all of your vulnerabilities? For some people I guess it comes easily but I have had to swallow it a few times, and it does not get any easier! In fact it is harder, and more depressing, especially when you think that this will be the last time ever, that we would have to go through something like this. Wouldn't it be nice to just succeed in every aspect in life? That there would be no worries, and we could be proud of what we have accomplished? <br /><br /> Life, whether we have religious beliefs or not, is just too precious to waste on crap! And the crap I am talking about, can be lots of different kinds of crap! This includes pride...<br /><br /> I don't want to waste it. I want what I need, and that is to keep a roof over our head, clothes on our back, healthy food, clean water and air, medication to keep my son alive, a running car to get to work in, and the love of my family, friends, and Heavenly Father. That is all I want, and what most humans would want, I would think. So why can't a company like a bank or hospital understand that? They are controlled by humans, aren't they? Sometimes I don't think so. <br /><br /> How do we feed the beast? We go along with their beliefs, and their wants and their needs. What are they? To grow larger, and prosper, right? I could not say for sure, I could just assume. And so, here I am, after I just wrote a depressing hardship letter. ( It's not fun at all!)Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18106090169677593047noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413669573892035960.post-72719235940348717242009-07-19T12:02:00.003-04:002009-07-19T13:12:32.546-04:00What A VacationIn June, my in-laws came to visit Virginia for the first time. For old people, I was surpris<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqvAl_4COTWOftKsnCekr-OY6_yq7GVxTLCb-Iz1Dc5YV6T-UEWVWG5iTB8JyGP0345LjmUC7WXNl9Taf3WiwU2OBvKX8rWgYnhSO8ijgmALBqF9rrY_zZaMzEMofKI_sJDmGxcFEx_vU/s1600-h/024.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqvAl_4COTWOftKsnCekr-OY6_yq7GVxTLCb-Iz1Dc5YV6T-UEWVWG5iTB8JyGP0345LjmUC7WXNl9Taf3WiwU2OBvKX8rWgYnhSO8ijgmALBqF9rrY_zZaMzEMofKI_sJDmGxcFEx_vU/s200/024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360215628403108610" border="0" /></a>ed how good they looked, and how they had the desire to travel as much as we did. Let's just say, it was not a boring trip! Here is a<br />First Day: They arrived at night on a Friday. We hung out for a bit and went to bed.<br />2<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">nd</span> Day: Went to breakfast with my parents and headed to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Williamsburg</span> to stay in their time share. They had a heated pool that was open late and we had our own private <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">hotub</span> in our suite.<br />3rd Day: We, I mean Jason, got lost in <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Williamsburg</span> trying to get to Jamestown. It was a beautiful very humid day. We did the Jamestown experience for hours. Then we (Jason) got lost trying to find historical <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Williamburg</span>, so we could walk the streets and see the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">reenactment</span> of <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIxtaJhQ-WZT-V_U8RRlRqwcBuuiznU16HhAlYXkuxri0rtwa_jE2HGIEJtxq4Rhyphenhyphense2zXAF-1-ZLGZjoR4j_K2aAV5NHBWZZcRqts7pySH4NGCj09eDhrADgYe8-LFTO5ZrdJ7XaGv8s/s1600-h/195.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIxtaJhQ-WZT-V_U8RRlRqwcBuuiznU16HhAlYXkuxri0rtwa_jE2HGIEJtxq4Rhyphenhyphense2zXAF-1-ZLGZjoR4j_K2aAV5NHBWZZcRqts7pySH4NGCj09eDhrADgYe8-LFTO5ZrdJ7XaGv8s/s200/195.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360217737130729554" border="0" /></a>something with a fake George Washington. It was also our anniversary and we got to go to the Olive Garden.<br />4<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">th</span> Day: We went to Norfolk and took a tour of the Battleship <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Wisconsin</span>. So cool. Then we went to the beach. We did not get lost, because I drove. But at the beach, I got too brave and hurt my self jumping waves! So dumb. I felt my knee go over to the side and it still felt like it was out of place so later that night, Jason and I spent the night in the worst ER ever! I returned to the hotel bound to not ruin our vacation no matter what.<br />5<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">th</span> Day: A day of rest. The kids went <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">swimming</span> as usual and to play mini golf.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUZ7p2dndwACqyck4AmaL9GV8vWgB13gRkfMS2aSgltXTVYfHHi6dkNQKbelNWHjFExIv5FCEnZriCRh_yWtOoI9ewot2MK65j0w66hp-JhaHzR7IqR-O6ZEDt48LkNMi9rcZjZ75stAg/s1600-h/082.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUZ7p2dndwACqyck4AmaL9GV8vWgB13gRkfMS2aSgltXTVYfHHi6dkNQKbelNWHjFExIv5FCEnZriCRh_yWtOoI9ewot2MK65j0w66hp-JhaHzR7IqR-O6ZEDt48LkNMi9rcZjZ75stAg/s200/082.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360216426890074738" border="0" /></a><br />6<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">th</span> Day: We heading to D.C. for the day, first to the Temple. It was wonderful. Then I took them on quest to see everything they could around the capitol. (I would not let Jason drive!) At the last minute, I decided to show them the National History <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">museum</span>. Thank goodness I had a wheelchair and pain <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">meds</span>. Then we went back to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">Williamsburg</span>, and the kids swam.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpwjNP3Jie69i7TvPd8yPDf9aBUkFzUCyCV9V33rb0yQjoWM5tg9wu0e-syUUKx9Q1yk66k8JFdo34eKzcQ6f_sMx7uIQA6BHhV2Jlhclu_bo2gjIbMptPOd0eq_tPEeZrYMrMHJYkTrA/s1600-h/102.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpwjNP3Jie69i7TvPd8yPDf9aBUkFzUCyCV9V33rb0yQjoWM5tg9wu0e-syUUKx9Q1yk66k8JFdo34eKzcQ6f_sMx7uIQA6BHhV2Jlhclu_bo2gjIbMptPOd0eq_tPEeZrYMrMHJYkTrA/s200/102.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360219815252985426" border="0" /></a><br />7<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">th</span> Day: We got up early to head to Gettysburg, PA. The whole way there we hit traffic, storms, and the kids cried they had ear infections from swimming too much. It was torture but we got there, and I picked the first crappy motel I saw to stay in, which happened to be across from a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">cemetery</span>. After a hour being there, the kids were spooked in our room, thinking they saw shadows on the wall. We then took a ghost tour around downtown which was awesome. I rode in a wheelchair, lucky me. Then later that night, Clark and my mother in-law saw a <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWQoN4HQWaZQonRppbUDMdM-VLkzi_SyLzgGTqzpZJJ9aW60cOTWy9rgTmp8yHQmEPJRGTY0bZXwdyQN2RbR0lJa1C63MhSUHxCwcrzjS8BNOTk59JLtnsdli2_a3EpK6xGPWVdYWYFAs/s1600-h/227.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWQoN4HQWaZQonRppbUDMdM-VLkzi_SyLzgGTqzpZJJ9aW60cOTWy9rgTmp8yHQmEPJRGTY0bZXwdyQN2RbR0lJa1C63MhSUHxCwcrzjS8BNOTk59JLtnsdli2_a3EpK6xGPWVdYWYFAs/s200/227.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360218373999842674" border="0" /></a>ghost through the peep hole of their room.<br />8<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">th</span> Day: Did not get much sleep. My in-laws and Jason went to check out the graves and then we did some other stuff. But mostly we had a long drive to <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">Niagara</span> Falls, NY. We were all tired, and we arrived around 10:30 pm. and went straight to the falls to see if they were lit. There was a lot of people, out so late at night. We got to the railings, fireworks went off. It was beautiful. The falls were rainbow lit. Then I ask if they wanted to stay until tomorrow to do a boat ride but everyone was too tired. So then we headed towards Palmyra. And got another crappy hotel room.<br />9<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">th</span> Day: It rained and rained. BUT we were bound and determined to see everything. So we arrived at the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19">Visitor's</span> center near town, and Clark got lost for twenty minutes outside in the rain. Then we went to the grove and toured the homes and went on the trail in the pouring rain. Even I did. I wanted to stay in the car. But the center had a scooter, so I went out through the puddles with Viv on my lap <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2u0aDo7BTuE2nS4dNShkGdMHPvfhRbMSeRTIqXgTcboBmHtJdklxCP1M3hn4RciqDwUyrrxWrMQEs6NVtoJLqzjDbCv93539HwvEN0dyKzZ_nZH8sqP6ZQFFCt23zvkYpnrf_59bnVwU/s1600-h/131.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2u0aDo7BTuE2nS4dNShkGdMHPvfhRbMSeRTIqXgTcboBmHtJdklxCP1M3hn4RciqDwUyrrxWrMQEs6NVtoJLqzjDbCv93539HwvEN0dyKzZ_nZH8sqP6ZQFFCt23zvkYpnrf_59bnVwU/s200/131.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360217023362560530" border="0" /></a>driving, in the pouring rain. We were <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20">soaked</span> but we managed to check out the bookstore and at that moment, it was a rush to hurry home so we did not have to get another hotel room. We arrived home almost 2 am. Just so we could get ready to go to church the next day.<br />The went home on the 11<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21">th</span> day and but I missed them already. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22">Inspite</span> of my accident it wen<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBhuy5dhuWvz9NfUFSqJssd5CzjFe3THaadacA13SxUDGrVjZyoDfogIl46jB7Ej0ySPoLx4tKwt8EmBNYaOdjo5eRbFxYuzCNF76ba4hyphenhyphenirW1s4VHPJ7sTHpGtLLn6IioLfIWZBdW0T0/s1600-h/047+-+Copy.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBhuy5dhuWvz9NfUFSqJssd5CzjFe3THaadacA13SxUDGrVjZyoDfogIl46jB7Ej0ySPoLx4tKwt8EmBNYaOdjo5eRbFxYuzCNF76ba4hyphenhyphenirW1s4VHPJ7sTHpGtLLn6IioLfIWZBdW0T0/s200/047+-+Copy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360216071957477458" border="0" /></a>t well I think.Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18106090169677593047noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413669573892035960.post-63583110970287887892009-06-06T08:44:00.002-04:002009-06-06T09:17:18.112-04:00Excuses, Excuses...I can come up with some good excuses to get out of stuff, but I hate it when my kids try it on me. Most of the time their excuses are unimaginative, and they just poor excuses so I can't stand to listen to them.<br /><br /> For example. When I ask a kid to do the dishes or clean up something, they will come up with the reply of " BUT it's not my turn! "Or, "What is the other kids doing?" Sometimes they say both, but out of all of my kids, Erick is the worst serial excuse maker, and there is a 98% chance he will say one or both of those replys. So what do I do? Beat his butt? I can honestly say that there is a switch that goes off in my head, that makes me feel the power of anger when he says those things. <br /><br />Because of Erick's shinny example, the kids are picking up on this and they copy him. When I was a kid, I had good excuses, but most of the time, my butt would get beat if I did not comply. I on the other hand did do chores and what I was asked because I loved my parents and was grateful for the things they gave me and did for me. So does that mean my kids aren't grateful? Does that mean they don't love me? <br /><br />The other excuses they come up with are, actually blaming Vivi for what ever reason why something happened, instead of just admitting their own mistake. <br /><br />For example. The air conditioner falling out of a second story window a few days ago. It was Sabrina's window, but Viv was to blame. Instead of saying, there was a accident, Viv was trying close the gap in the window so the birds would not fly out, all of the kids said, "Viv is stupid! It's all her fault!" For one, I was surprised that Sabrina was allowing Viv to be in her room, and second, do you think Viv would actually do it on purpose? Poor girl, she did make a mistake, it's something we all can learn from. Their punishment will be, that it will be awfully hot upstairs this summer.<br /><br /> I want no more excuses!!! About anything, I just want straight up honesty! Erick has recently been making excuses about his behavior and why he can't do something because of diabetes. Which might be true, a fraction of the time. YES! I have sat down with them, and let them know about how their excuses tick me off and it's just plain disrespectful. I have punished them for their poor whimsy excuses when it comes to chores. But it's not working, grounding and taking things away are not working. Clark thinks he can get out of any chore by locking himself in his bedroom and crying himself to sleep, chores like drying the dishes!!!! Yes, to him, it's that bad. Oh Poor Clark! How dreadful! I am so sick of the excuses, and I afraid my kids are going to grow up just making excuses for everything! How do I over come this?Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18106090169677593047noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413669573892035960.post-18277541632972153542009-05-28T22:22:00.002-04:002009-05-28T22:46:09.844-04:00Tick Tock!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijsAtEBk59Jn2WM4MUMyqL8P_ePu6BGZGxalbhstvLr0skpMcqE-DYdAwwxJbtg2TIK1pRdcg-62RgQUy2MXlMXDrufipDUUasKQkZjd96hPfsTL2XLf_ex6fpwY5qpNxKDFiX820yqM0/s1600-h/003.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijsAtEBk59Jn2WM4MUMyqL8P_ePu6BGZGxalbhstvLr0skpMcqE-DYdAwwxJbtg2TIK1pRdcg-62RgQUy2MXlMXDrufipDUUasKQkZjd96hPfsTL2XLf_ex6fpwY5qpNxKDFiX820yqM0/s320/003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341071618353863058" border="0" /></a><br />On our Memorial day, we went swimming, had a barbecue, and settled down to watch a family movie. Half way through the movie, Sabrina discovers something under her armpit, that made her itch. In the darkness, I saw something, and I sent her straight to Jason to check it out in the light. Guess what is was!<br /><br />Yes, it was a tick! I guess that is what we get for going to the lake. It was not filled with blood yet, but it sure did have it's head buried in. Poor girl would not hold still, and we called a nurse's line for help. They said it had to come out no matter what! And now it's body and parts are in the freezer. Oh joy! But not really...Because we have to wait for a few weeks to see if she comes down kind of disease.<br /><br /> Ticks totally freak me out! I have had one or two before, and if they weren't potentially dangerous, I would not fret as much. Am I making your skin itch with all this tick talk? I am...Ever since this has happened, I have been on tick alert! I am now starting to second guess my lake pass, and the plans to spend a bunch of time hanging out there. I am also worried about ticks ruining my girl's camp experience in July. I will be out there, as a counselor, and the girl's are going to look up to me for help, and possibly tick removal. Yikes! That is not my thing...but I will suck it up, and do what I have to. In the mean time, I am preparing for my trip.( I am buying a mosquito net for bed space) Also, I am waiting and praying that Sabrina will not get sick from this experience.Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18106090169677593047noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413669573892035960.post-42336654056170882992009-05-04T08:42:00.010-04:002009-05-12T16:16:58.042-04:00Up, Up, And Away....<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3xYAEsS4pRbGG69NfWsnR6r32ny9ZlaUBEmFUXYXwtTFp3A-c-ldAiSrQT2JhKNaZ6f-IuZEpzna3AKGC5WKaGmJNLr15BCGw3JsG6tPeZ4hTkE9_cATurIe6XEBg44OncJvdZopUbNQ/s1600-h/plane+with+erick.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3xYAEsS4pRbGG69NfWsnR6r32ny9ZlaUBEmFUXYXwtTFp3A-c-ldAiSrQT2JhKNaZ6f-IuZEpzna3AKGC5WKaGmJNLr15BCGw3JsG6tPeZ4hTkE9_cATurIe6XEBg44OncJvdZopUbNQ/s200/plane+with+erick.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335033889066550386" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />A few weekends ago, on a beautiful warm Saturday, we set out to have a full day of activities. The girl's had back to back games in the afternoon in Churchville, and at night, Sabrina had a play performance where I was <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6Ss4mVZ8_RcmGklflC7PT1cD6BQOgFb3c-pWwojzIO0UHpCWOwsZk5KVKuDpXbIbMgPgEkT9bJdAkrw9nbBm5T4wk8xg5hbP5Qx7bohFH2DgFxaLRw3yI-fyz49qmchROXnyZJbNsrMw/s1600-h/plane+with+girls+3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 152px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6Ss4mVZ8_RcmGklflC7PT1cD6BQOgFb3c-pWwojzIO0UHpCWOwsZk5KVKuDpXbIbMgPgEkT9bJdAkrw9nbBm5T4wk8xg5hbP5Qx7bohFH2DgFxaLRw3yI-fyz49qmchROXnyZJbNsrMw/s200/plane+with+girls+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335033657175160722" border="0" /></a>doing make-up and hair for. As I had already ad plans, Jason decides to tell me he had something he had <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj53bklJiv_eaIbBG6jtJ8Nsh5ojyUZRkGu8z8iDBDqAWcA9B7f50Yz5RsnLwU0jgLfvOFYSjaK3NAXV8O4fL5-jP7N9JEmqTyWVfDn5deA-i4GNyVetQUvUhfsI6JBT82yqYEdG9KHY2U/s1600-h/plane+with+girls+5.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 152px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj53bklJiv_eaIbBG6jtJ8Nsh5ojyUZRkGu8z8iDBDqAWcA9B7f50Yz5RsnLwU0jgLfvOFYSjaK3NAXV8O4fL5-jP7N9JEmqTyWVfDn5deA-i4GNyVetQUvUhfsI6JBT82yqYEdG9KHY2U/s200/plane+with+girls+5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335033434056421858" border="0" /></a>to do Saturday morning that was quite unusual...<br /><br />He said he was going to be one of four guys to pull a plane for publicity at the local airport<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdJHH6A23Mg_mPS5Y8V75uJUnqn8DMcT7kkZI6xpoLPkDRDr4h6hAFJP718e4HYKWn8ci6kMQiAWnjy3YtWwePPyup5w5IyRtd9grcSw_zkEhm1ajpBKDdraNxPh28kFDXrLhdL0eGYto/s1600-h/plane+with+erick+3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 152px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdJHH6A23Mg_mPS5Y8V75uJUnqn8DMcT7kkZI6xpoLPkDRDr4h6hAFJP718e4HYKWn8ci6kMQiAWnjy3YtWwePPyup5w5IyRtd9grcSw_zkEhm1ajpBKDdraNxPh28kFDXrLhdL0eGYto/s200/plane+with+erick+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335033224768658834" border="0" /></a>. Wow, that seems exciting, so we all went to watch him do that. BUT when we got there, the kids had a unexpected opportunity to fly in a plane. It's the young Eagles program, headed by Harrison Ford, where pilots teach kids how to fly small planes. So COOL! How lucky they were, no one was waiting in line, and it was so simple to sign-up that and just go, it made me nervous, especially with all my kids in the air at the same time in different <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZZt6y-f-L3MBPj127Ix3huCIu_Crr8izlhSPr1TPYkUXZzV4ahMoCigBB2dbkJXPhd2nBQV7vdZHVrT5sxdN-W2kLmTxVFIXE3-xN-UGCrvPjfZ4VHFJXY_-1bgrShW7A7yX8KpIPlQQ/s1600-h/Plane+with+Clark.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZZt6y-f-L3MBPj127Ix3huCIu_Crr8izlhSPr1TPYkUXZzV4ahMoCigBB2dbkJXPhd2nBQV7vdZHVrT5sxdN-W2kLmTxVFIXE3-xN-UGCrvPjfZ4VHFJXY_-1bgrShW7A7yX8KpIPlQQ/s200/Plane+with+Clark.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335032734841108130" border="0" /></a>planes.<br /><br />The girls' rode together and Clark and Erick went by themselves, much to Erick's dismay. I thought he would never get off the ground, but he did. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieCd5S03gHyv9NI31Cb9du_otzPgVF57fy0YbQWfLY0jpqieSKcFC_zEZOYFzojUPeo9Op276KJcScXlFGBf6A4iol_28cJVGDA1XuPMn3aa6HkQlBG-K8IE5TXMRo6KhL0fDc9rbIvFM/s1600-h/Plane+with+Clark+3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 152px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieCd5S03gHyv9NI31Cb9du_otzPgVF57fy0YbQWfLY0jpqieSKcFC_zEZOYFzojUPeo9Op276KJcScXlFGBf6A4iol_28cJVGDA1XuPMn3aa6HkQlBG-K8IE5TXMRo6KhL0fDc9rbIvFM/s200/Plane+with+Clark+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335032952948667874" border="0" /></a>Here are some pics of the day....Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18106090169677593047noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413669573892035960.post-20104097152570073022009-04-25T08:26:00.005-04:002009-04-29T22:37:15.274-04:00The Great Boyfriend DebateI have been told more than once to look out for my girls because they are cute and boys are going to be a issue when they are older. Well that time has come, already.<br /><br />I can't lock her up, I can't dress her like a Amish girl, (though she would still look cute) and I can't let Jason threaten every boy that is a friend, that he is going to body slam him, like he did to her first boyfriend. Yes, that is true. It was no wonder that poor six grader boy Ryan #1, dumped her at Christmas time. I thought it was kind of sweet but he called Sabrina every day and rode his bike to her <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">cheerleading</span> practices to watch her. But she is only in sixth grade! I didn't have a boyfriend that serious about me in sixth grade! What is going to happen when she is older? Now I am kind of getting worried.<br /><br />As for Ryan, he was history during Christmas break, and on the first day back, she got a new one. I had to check out this kid, did he look like a skater dude like Ryan? Nope, in fact, he was a cute little shorter than her kid, that looked like Jonathon <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Lipnicki</span>. I thought, okay, no threat there. And after a week, she said he was boring. On the same day, Ian, her friend asked her out, she said yes, and she broke up with him in a hour, to go out with Woody. I kind of feel bad for Ian, he has liked her all along, not a bad kid, but Woody?<br /><br />Yes, I met him, when Sabrina started making arrangements to meet him on the sledding hill. He called just about every day, and I had to get after him. He is popular, cute with black long hair, but the kind of boy I do not approve of. He told Sabrina he wanted our parents to meet and go out to dinner together sometime. He wanted to come over and visit, since his mom let's him ride his skateboard downtown. He told Sabrina he would not sit with her at lunch unless a certain girl was removed, and so Sabrina told her friend to move. I thought that was awfully shallow. I thought great, he is already telling her what to do and she is complying.<br /><br />Woody was history last week, when Sabrina fell for a 8<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">th</span> grader, Ryan #2 (it's sounds bad) But I am relieved because is a really nice kid. He was the star of the play, and he looks like Erick. I met his mom, and he said she is the first girlfriend he ever had. She has no classes with him, and can't eat lunch with him, so basically, now the play is over, they see each other in passing in the hallway. (That works for me!) <br /><br />It may seem weird that I might know just a little too much about her love life, because I rather know than not know. Growing up, my mom NEVER talked to me about boyfriends. She knew I had them, but never questioned it. I really could have used some advice. So, I am doing what I can to make sure she has support and so she is open with me. I want her to have high expectations, be treated like a princess, and never give in to a boy's demands. At this stage, having a boyfriend is more for reputation status. It's all about bragging rights. Thank goodness! But I know, that it will eventually change, and she will really fall in love, which is kind of scary. Right now, my message to her is...telling her that you can be friends with boys without being a couple. But does she get that? <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Hmmm</span>, we shall see how long Ryan #2 lasts.Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18106090169677593047noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413669573892035960.post-26906542979015734172009-04-21T08:22:00.002-04:002009-04-21T08:53:26.163-04:00Things I Appreciate...Things I Appreciate That Properly Go Unappreciated...<br /><br /><ul><li> Street Lights, sometimes I hate them, and sometimes I don't.</li><li> Sidewalks</li><li>Extra toilet paper in the restrooms</li><li>Good windshield wipers</li><li>Manners, such as opening the door or holding it for me<br /></li><li>The welcome I get when I walk into Food Lion</li><li>Short to the point prayers</li><li>A reminder call on the day before a Doctor's Appt.</li><li>Spam and Pop Up Filters</li><li>People saying Happy Birthday, on my birthday</li><li>A waiter or waitress that actually care about their job</li><li>People who stay to help clean up</li><li>Coaches that let all kids play</li><li>People who pick up trash along the roads</li><li>My brother for giving me Direct TV</li><li>Scripture Tabs</li><li>Mile Markers, occasionally I have used them</li><li>Gas pump shelters that cover your walk to the cashier</li><li>Clean portal potties</li><li>Railing where there are steps</li><li>Missionaries, don't know what you got, until it's gone</li><li>Friends who call to say hi</li><li>When a baby smiles at me</li><li>Free or Cheap ATM's</li><li>Free Air pumps at gas stations<br /></li><li>Facebook, it has brought me closer to some old friends and some current ones<br /></li><li>Kids that do things without having to be asked or told</li><li>Church programs</li><li>Coupons<br /></li><li>People who do their church calling the best they can and don't complain<br /></li></ul> There are properly a billion things that I could list, but those are just some of the ones I can think of right now. I am sure some people can come up with even better things that I did not list or at least agree with me on some. What would be your list?Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18106090169677593047noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413669573892035960.post-5027071766038431302009-04-13T17:00:00.002-04:002009-04-13T17:28:18.803-04:00Let's Play Ball!It that time of season again. I enjoy it. I never played girl's softball when I was young but I think I might have liked it. This year, Jason is help coaching Vivienne's team. This is her first time, and she seems to be a natural, so we thought. She was happy at first when Jason was going to be helping with the team. She likes to cling on him, and now, I think she is getting jealous of his attention to others. <br /><br /> Today is a cold day of practice, feels like it might snow. In the past it has, and in the past we had a hard nosed coaches that would make them practice no matter the weather, as long as there was no lightening. That is one of the reasons why Jason got involved. The unwritten rule of missing a practice was not a option, if someone did so, they would lose their position to someone else. Since Jason has helped out, he made it more equal. It's usually the parent's fault that someone misses. <br /><br /> I enjoy watching the games, not just because my kid is playing but for the occasional excitement happens. Like the last season, when our coach threatened the umpire, got thrown out, and the cops were called. Or when we got a drunken parent, who started a argument with the opposing team, and the cops were called because he waited in the parking lot to fight. Ahh, good times! The kids aren't so innocent too, there are some real charmers. Kids from the teams have these not so sweet little chants they yell out, to distract the opposing team that is batting. Like I said, good times! But really, since Jason has helped out, it has gotten better and this year, we are in a different league and hopefully we won't have all that ruckus! My kids of course are darlings. And because of that, Sabrina had a coach that told her that if she did not participate in the chants, that she must not want to play bad enough. That year, that coach was fighting with league officials and there was so much chaos, she finally got fired when we were in the playoffs. Nevertheless, softball is good for the girls, and we shall see how it turns out this year.Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18106090169677593047noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413669573892035960.post-77170128315888381932009-04-11T20:03:00.003-04:002009-04-11T20:05:44.938-04:00Something New...I love new things don't you? So as unpredictable as I want to be, and maybe I am, I changed my background again! I like this one so much, that maybe I will keep it for a bit longer than I have been keeping them normally. I hope you like it.Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18106090169677593047noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413669573892035960.post-58142257894588857872009-04-04T22:31:00.002-04:002009-04-04T23:02:42.155-04:00Worn OUT!I am worn out. But not burnt out. Here is a update of what is currently going on...<br /><br />-I am happily teaching Seminary every weekly morning, preparing for at least a hour every day, & trying to read the scriptures so I know what I am talking about.<br />-I am hopefully going to have a successful Easter Brunch on Saturday, in spite of almost nobody confirming they are going to come.<br />-I have to prepare for another school dance, the last one of the year, call for chaperones and for ticket sellers. But I know no one wants sell tickets, and I am going to end up at the school doing it all week with this really annoying lady.<br />-Soon I am going to find out if I am going to be a part of the leadership in the dreadful P.A.T. ( which I know I said I was done with them, but if I am in charge, it can't be that bad, can it?)<br />-The girl's started softball practice, and Jason is going to asst. coach, so when the games start next week, we are going to be gone a lot.<br />-My parent's were going to throw out good dressers that had slight fire damage, so in order to put them in my house, I have to spend all of my extra time this week cleaning them up. (my dad is REAL impatient)<br />-I am tired right now because I stayed up all night trying to help birth kittens. She has one on it's death bed, and will it be wrong to end it's suffering? Sabrina whaling all day, does not help a thing either.<br />-Spring break is this week and we aren't going to do anything special. :( feels like a waste.<br />-Clark still is in a cast, and he is sick of it. His crutches are making him sore on his chest, he has no fat there, poor guy.<br />-Viv was invited to a birthday party at Build A Bear workshop during the Easter Brunch, should I let her go? I thought about saying no way, but the lady said, it's for her foster kid who is Autistic, and values Viv as one of her only friends. How can I say no to that? Now not even my own kid is coming to the Brunch.<br />-Our van started running real crappy, and the engine light came on. Jason bought a bunch of stuff to fix it, then claimed it was fixed, but it wasn't and bought more crap, and same thing happened. Now, he wants to buy even more crap, but we can't afford it. What to do? He did get a degree in this...<br />-I have a talk to write for Sunday. And Sabrina has one too. I keep telling her, she is writing her own but will I give in? I guess the longer hers is the better for me right? <br /> Well that's all I can think of right now, I like to post these up dates for my friends who like to get the load down. I am going to bed.Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18106090169677593047noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413669573892035960.post-31117568672101686762009-03-31T09:58:00.002-04:002009-03-31T10:29:55.608-04:00I Admit IT, I AM A Flip Flopper!Recently, I have been really thinking about what I believe in, as far a politics goes. I have been a Democrat forever, not because my family is, but because usually the guy I choose to vote for, promises something that I want. Well, as I have been watching the news, I have been a bit disappointed in the choices that Congress has been making and I have been praying to get over my stigma about being a rebel, and being a Mormon. What answer I got was through preparing my lessons in Seminary.<br /><br /> Contention is of the Devil. That is a fact. If politics is causing contention, than should I get as passionately as involved as I have been? I finally came across some scriptures, that Jesus Christ himself taught, "if we are not one, we aren't his." I was teaching a lesson about faith, and why it is important to band together as a members of our Church. That is reason enough for me, to put aside everything I have been arguing about to give in and have the faith to just not rebel anymore. It's not that I am conforming to running with the crowd, because most of my friends seem to share the same opinions of Gays and what not, but because the leaders of our Church follow Christ, if I am disagreeing on anything they say, I am not obeying Christ's teachings. <br /> <br /> It is really hard for me to give in, and just allow myself to stop being stubborn and admit maybe some people are right. Though I am going to stop calling myself a Democrat, I am not going to call myself a republican either, in fact, I am not going to call myself a Independent either! I am not going to work at the voting booths anymore and I am not going to side with any political laws or views. If anything, I am going to start my own party, and consider myself a Middle Person. If I vote again, I am going to really consider what J.C. would choose if anyone. Being a Middle Person, does not always have to choose, like for example when you see two teams going to the Superbowl and you don't care who they are. Or when your parent's are fighting, you love them both, but each one wants you to take a side, that is a Middle Person. Why can't we all just get along? My view is, that the Second Coming is coming no matter what, and I have to live my life the best way I can, I am not going to waste it on contentious ideas. That is all I going to say on the matter, again. (or at least I am going to try to)Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18106090169677593047noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413669573892035960.post-37498485696155174852009-03-26T15:15:00.004-04:002009-03-26T16:04:29.210-04:00Margaret<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRlIuBSsJdRbODDdjK9AYD-X4s8hJmEYQ_Jzkor354hoYHLtwR2uQVsr5sq_SpO4eus-zgRZPaosx_puKtdD7JxMtK7V-9a59asmWLTF8ISIBeBjLcMehyphenhyphenVZuIHmCoL4mUeSf29L33iF0/s1600-h/'93+Lacie+%26+Margaret.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRlIuBSsJdRbODDdjK9AYD-X4s8hJmEYQ_Jzkor354hoYHLtwR2uQVsr5sq_SpO4eus-zgRZPaosx_puKtdD7JxMtK7V-9a59asmWLTF8ISIBeBjLcMehyphenhyphenVZuIHmCoL4mUeSf29L33iF0/s400/'93+Lacie+%26+Margaret.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317589364013812098" border="0" /></a><br /> Today is my mother-in-law's birthday, she is 75 years old. She lives in South Jordan, UT, on two acres in a house that she and her husband built over 40 years ago. I love her, and I wanted to let people know how wonderful she is.<br /><br /> She is a very generous and caring person. Not one person could ever speak ill of her. Currently she is a temple worker with my father- in- law in the South Jordan Temple. We miss her and hopefully in June, she will feel good enough to come here. Her name is Margaret and she is half Danish. Her family came from Holland as Saints. She has the most beautiful blue eyes and the sweetest smile. She really is like what a picture perfect grandma is suppose to be like.<br /><br /> Jason is the youngest of 12 kids. Four of those kids were adopted. Her heart is so big, that she litteraly had foster kids through all of Jason's life. He knew no different, he shared everything, even underwear. Two of the adopted where mentally handicapped. This was no challenge to her, she treated them as her own and I didn't even know they were adopted until a while later. She loves old horror and suspense movies, and books. She can also make anything from scratch whether it was food, clothing, or decor. She agrees with everyone, about everything, because she does not like contention.<br /><br />She loves loves animals, and currently she has seven cats, three birds, 2 horses, and a bunch of dogs,and fish. Over the years, she had goats, pigs, turkey's, ducks, geese, chickens, a rooster, and a lamb she even let in the house. The city will no longer let her have her farm animals, after the horses are gone, she is not allowed to have anymore. Mainly because the neighbors have all sold their plots around them to home builders, and the home builders want their land. They live across a elementary school, and a church, that is beside that. Sounds like the perfect life huh? It's all because she made it that way. Jason's mom made it a big plus to marrying him.Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18106090169677593047noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413669573892035960.post-64855488223590021232009-03-24T13:11:00.003-04:002009-03-24T14:03:16.807-04:00Guns, Abortion, and GaysOkay is this a hot topic, which everyone has a opinion on. When I vote, it's on the person not because of the party, though most people think I am one track minded like some other people I know. I am not, especially to the violent point like that some people, who seem to be very passionate about their beliefs. I don't push mine on others. My ability to look at things from both sides, sometimes makes life a little confusing for me. I think it is okay to own a gun, for sport. I think some people need it for protection. Our family owns several guns, and on special rare occasion, we liked doing some target practice. BUT, the truth is, no matter how much training we have or our kids have, having guns at a easy access is dangerous. NRA people say people kill people, and anti-gun activists say guns kill people. I say it's both. And the more likely you show your kid how easy it is to use your gun, the more likely I believe they are going to want to get it out when your not home and show their friends. For example, a young eight year old boy, Viv's age, who for what ever reason decided to kill his dad and his dad's friend with a gun. It was in AZ, and the boy said he learned how to shoot and use a gun through his own father. If a gun is around, the more likely that at the spur of the moment, maybe out of anger that someone would use it. Another example, crazy Phil Spector. He was obsessed with guns so much so, he would wear them in a hoister around the house. He would shoot at things at random in his own home out of boredom, and finally it ended up being a person. I don't want to take the rights of gun owners but I do believe certain kinds of guns, like machine guns are not made for hunting animals. Just because someone can create it, does not mean it should be available for just anyone to buy.<br /><br /> Abortion. This morning I was reading about the ordering of the FDA to have 30 days to allow seventeen years to go buy the morning after pill without prescriptions. I am against that. Because it's available, it will make it a excuse to have even more pre-martial sex without consequences. The pill is only to be used within the first 24 hours of unprotected intercourse. But how are the pharmacy people going to know that? I am worried that even more people, not just teens, will use it beyond the night after. I can imagine people getting mad, or having a bad day, deciding because it's there and so easy to buy, that they will use it to kill their fetus, no matter how far along they are. I can imagine the harm it would do, if it did not kill them but made them deformed and defected some way. It would be like a horror movie. <br /><br /> I don't get how some people can complain about their gun rights, saying government wants to control everything but those same people want the government to control the gays ? Aren't they hypocrites? I understand their reasoning behind it. Mostly because of their belief in God. But not everyone believes in God. Aren't they pushing their beliefs on others? It's just a observation. I love our country and the freedom we do have compared to some other countries. I supposed if anyone disagreed with our core beliefs, they have a right to their own opinion and they can move out if they choose. I understand we have to have certain rules to protect the innocent. Does that include two men kissing? Chances are, most everyone has seen it already on TV. So if we deny the gay people should have rights to insurance and civil unions, shouldn't we go as far as completely taking it off the air? I mean, in other countries, like in the middle east for instance, the media is controlled by the government or/& religion in power, everyone must believe in the same thing or else. Do you know the answer? Ellen is married,so she says to a woman, shouldn't we burn her at the stake? <br /><br />Geesh, this is just such a hot topic and I am just sharing some thoughts. Like anyone of them matter, to anyone who is in charge. I know what I believe in, I don't push my opinion on others, and I am trying to remember that Jesus loves everyone, so should I.Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18106090169677593047noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413669573892035960.post-12641742353387588842009-03-23T08:57:00.002-04:002009-03-23T09:53:42.125-04:00Always Moving...I have moved a lot. From State to state. Across the country. Literally, I moved 12 times, during all twelve years of school. I am not counting before school age or after. It took some serious thinking to figure it out, sitting down with my mom. It seems so unreal, that it had been so many and not due to my parents being in the military but because my dad was like a Jack of All Trades, and I think he had ADD.<br /><br /> I have fond memories of moving and some not so great. The earliest I can recall was when my dad was a trucker. It was the summer between kindergarten and 1 st grade when we moved from S.L.C. to a trailer town in the middle of nowhere called Wamcenter, Wy. The trip was a bad one because I remember having my kitten, Snowball (the one I stole) in the back of the sleeper in my dad's truck with me. It was night and as he was driving, that stupid kitten got her nails stuck in my thigh. I screamed and screamed until he stopped and he had to unlatch her from my leg. Then she got kicked out, she had to ride with my mom, who was driving a pick-up, and I guess, that kitten went crazy on her too.<br /><br /> I can recall just about all of my trips, but the ones that stood out, were times like when my father had the bright and brilliant idea of hooking a full sized semi-hay trailer to our pick-up and it ended up almost making us go off a cliff. It made us fish tail from guard rail to guard rail, and when the guard rail ran out, God saved us, because the trailer turned on it's side before we went off the edge. It was just me, my baby brother,my mom, and a cat with kittens, sitting in the front seat. Later that night, we stayed at a motel, and people in the town helped set up a huge bon fire where they burned all of our broken stuff. Including my doll house, that had a elevator.<br /><br /> We had good moments too, on all of our moves, we manged to take in any sites that were near by. I think my favorite time moving was when we came from Juneau to Utah, because we got to ride the ferry for three days during Halloween. The kids and I, literally ran from one end to another, and we found kids are board who would play tag with us, but the Purser sure did not like it! So we did get into trouble.<br /><br /> I could talk and talk about all of our moves, as an adult, I too tried to incorporate some sites for our kids. On the way here, we stopped at the Glen Dam in AZ, and we had plans to stop other places too, but it was a week before Christmas and we were sort of in a hurry. In Texas, we ran into some heavy fog going across the pan handle. And in Oklahoma we had snow and ice. The bad thing was, right before our trip we bought a duo DVD players and one of the kids stepped on the cord and broke it. Our heat went in our van, so then we were freezing. That made things miserable. I also tried a energy pill that I got from a gas station, and I remember thinking I was going to die because my heart was having some serious misbeats. I don't think Jason knew it was a bad as it could have been. The kids were great though, even Clark and Viv got along.<br /><br />There was one other trip, I have to include, was the move from Ohio to St. George. We were on a deadline because Jason had a job to go to. And before the trip, I was sure to save plenty of money to go. But the days before we left, we had to clean our house. I had to pay my sister and her boyfriend to help because I was in such a rush. We gave them a old car, we gave them money, but it wasn't enough. She begged and begged, and we ended up giving her a total of $300, thinking maybe this would be the last time I would see her. When we left, Jason drove a huge U-Haul ,my brother in his car, which had two of my kids behind us, and I drove a old pick-up loaded with a 3 wheeler and stuff. On our move, we got a flat tire in Indiana, and then I lost a tire in Missouri going 72 miles per hour, late at night. Should have seen the sparks fly! It actually caused our back axle to break. So then we ended up getting a car hauler from the U-Haul, so we carried on. By the time we were in Colorado, we were just about out of cash. It was a big mistake to go through the mountains in the fall. We stopped in a small ski town and a nice lodge owner next to a gas station we were at, took us in for just $15.00. The next day, we did run out of money, and the kids ate pop tarts all day. When we arrived through the Utah border, we ran out of gas. So we had to wait for my parents to drive 6 hours to meet us. Talk about a trial and a blessing. Who knows what adventure awaits us in our next move, whether it be small or large. I miss the fun of having the CB radios, making a big deal out of seeing the state signs that greeted us at the borders, and all of the new places to see.Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18106090169677593047noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413669573892035960.post-47379166169438921112009-03-17T21:26:00.003-04:002009-03-17T21:56:31.585-04:00Modesty Should Be For All Ages, Especially In The Locker Room!There is a problem. Well, I guess it's my problem. I have images burnt in my brain that I wish I could erase. I am sure my kids do too. Mostly because of being members at the Y.M.C.A. I know some people make think I am shallow, or overboard. But, honestly, shouldn't people try to make a effort to cover up when small children are around? ( or me?) Today, I walked right into the locker room and I could not look away fast enough when a older, non fit naked lady walked right towards me, in which anyone standing outside of the door could have clearly seen her. It is really difficult to train yourself to look at the floor when I walk by the Sauna and right there, in plain sight would be a old naked lady, sitting right in front of the window. It has happened more than I could count. We have dressing rooms, and even corners, but it seems like I am the only person who has a problem with this. I did not want to have the image of some nude person bending over, or what kind of scars they have. Even if I had a pristine fit body, I would still cover up. I know in other countries, nudity is no big deal. But what about the innocence of children? It's hard to keep Viv to refrain from making a comment, too. <br /> <br /> The boys are having just as hard of time in their locker room. Their stories are grosser than mine. They have a steam room with a sign on the door saying you must wear a towel. But hardly anyone obeys. The fact is, I doubt those benches get cleaned often. Modesty should include not only young people but old. I know some people when they get older, that get past being embarrassed. All of the prodding and poking over the years by doctors, properly had something to do with that. I for one, believe that when I get older, I am going to make a effort to be modest no matter the circumstance. I just wish other people felt the same way.Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18106090169677593047noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413669573892035960.post-10545207947500126922009-03-11T10:46:00.005-04:002009-03-11T11:58:18.746-04:00Jumping On A Trampoline Is Better Than Playing Video Games, Right?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGL6H1AIZkt8CENq9UTvaCUn1O0WNpLNv-1L0AcCLC0yKKVnxpgeh2Dd7OLVbMhrPQap_hf1xO9aFtpoq8BOMABE081HSQScPDiHrqbemkfzXEv6zhnR9_GilXaaNSXxTlhLQ6dlFe1Y8/s1600-h/on+tramp+at+farm.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGL6H1AIZkt8CENq9UTvaCUn1O0WNpLNv-1L0AcCLC0yKKVnxpgeh2Dd7OLVbMhrPQap_hf1xO9aFtpoq8BOMABE081HSQScPDiHrqbemkfzXEv6zhnR9_GilXaaNSXxTlhLQ6dlFe1Y8/s400/on+tramp+at+farm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311959746900095042" border="0" /></a><br />We have been sick for a while and then the weather turns out really nice. My parent's gave us their trampoline because they moved into a town home after the fire. So, what do you think happens when the trampoline has been up less than a week? Well...I just turned the computer on , which was upstairs, and I heard Clark screaming bloody murder! It's was loud enough to hear through the walls and closed windows. So, then I knew it must have been serious.<br /><br />Before I got downstairs, I could hear the complaint. His right ankle had already begun to swell to abnormal size. Jason said it's just a sprain. But judging from the way it looked and how he was acting, I was not sure about that. I needed to stay calm, and remember all the times I had to teach first aid to Scouts. So, I called my mom. She said take him to the hospital. So I said okay. Then Jason said "no", but in my mind, I was conflicted. So I talked to Shawna, and she had the sense to tell me to call the doctor. So I did, and they told me if he can move his toes and foot, he will be fine until the morning. Huh? That is not what Web MD says! So, I told myself, just calm down, he stopped screaming, and I should just go ahead, wait, and enjoy myself at the RS dinner I was going to. And that is what I did.<br /><br />When I got there, Lori, who is a RN, told me that if it started to heal, they would have to rebreak it in the morning, if it was broke. That would be torture on the little guy. So I left the party to take him, and I am glad I did. Hours, later, Dr. Carter (Stake Pres. Carter) let us look at the films, and sure enough, there was a difference in both of his ankles. A gap between his growth plate, which is right at the knuckle of his ankle. OUCH! What can be done about that? I don't know. And not knowing is making me sick. We are still waiting for the radiologist report. S<br /><br />So, what to do about the trampoline? The last time we owned one, was back in the spring of 2005. One night Sabrina broke her arm on the neighbors, trampoline! It was a buckle break, ( where bone over laps the bone) near her right wrist. It could be visably seen, but she didn't seem to cry about it much at all, until we went to he hospital and her sweet smile was wiped right off her face when they failed to numb her enough to reset it! She had a awesome hot pink cast, for the whole summer, and even into September because it was having a tough time healing. Right after this happened, it sat in our yard, childless, until we decided to give it away to some friends. At first, I wanted to burn it, but what good would that do? It's great excerise, even I can vouche for that. (because I secretly get on it at night) Any suggestions?Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18106090169677593047noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413669573892035960.post-46357269700017043582009-02-28T09:27:00.004-05:002009-02-28T15:31:48.515-05:00Where's The Beef?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgiwfAvXkKzbDlLs5uWcJF0LlVE1yKpQlAOxqkD_iZ0c6X3c5EWdFqbDIv1S-9XGTgAqKvTWnQBsjEdJQedtJU7dqde7f5KW-RuXKHhCh_POorl5f-ZIucLRg_PJe_vXky-2X4c2DNQCY/s1600-h/bison.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 138px; height: 145px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgiwfAvXkKzbDlLs5uWcJF0LlVE1yKpQlAOxqkD_iZ0c6X3c5EWdFqbDIv1S-9XGTgAqKvTWnQBsjEdJQedtJU7dqde7f5KW-RuXKHhCh_POorl5f-ZIucLRg_PJe_vXky-2X4c2DNQCY/s320/bison.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307868899498258498" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />Yesterday, Jason, Sabrina, and I went to the Depot Grill. It was our first time there. Since I am so picky, I chose to have a cheeseburger well done. Jason tried the Bison burger. The waitress said that the Bison burger was lower in fat and had extra taste. So, I tried of piece of his, before he took a bite, and it was really good! He said it was okay. I was thinking I wanted more! (If anyone knows me, I do not try new things! Especially when I am on the verge of being a vegetarian.) But before I kept on to that idea, Jason said, "You know that this is not regular beef, it is actually Bison/Buffalo meat..." It took a minute to realize it. Then I felt sick. I couldn't eat anymore. How did I get tricked into this? The first time I had deer meat, I gagged! The smell was bad enough to knock me down. (Okay, you are wondering why am I making such a big deal? I need to get over it!)<br /><br />Like I said, I do not like to try new things, it's sad that I am missing out on things. I could never do Fear Factor, or go on Survivor. And if I got lost in the woods for days, I would not eat maggots! My brother Dan is the same way, but he is far, far pickier than I. In fact, his fear factor would consist of any normal home cooked meal. Like that last thing he would eat is a cheeseburger! There was a time, I could never forget, that my dad offered $500 cash to my brother if he just simply ate a whole country fried steak. (my mom's steak was so good, <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtcKhY3wlukHnsUiFfqrcEHSjRR4jLoSWGw6WlxwftYRGx1ALnmC-CnPJ6-exvEJRyxwldaDuYkzqVF_Ir8KuQvwzmOGqt2TnF3KJM0QhyQiaiBCyTa44NRi9oE149q6tdg0IUYk582Zw/s1600-h/country+fried+steak.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 145px; height: 101px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtcKhY3wlukHnsUiFfqrcEHSjRR4jLoSWGw6WlxwftYRGx1ALnmC-CnPJ6-exvEJRyxwldaDuYkzqVF_Ir8KuQvwzmOGqt2TnF3KJM0QhyQiaiBCyTa44NRi9oE149q6tdg0IUYk582Zw/s320/country+fried+steak.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307868238313605538" border="0" /></a>especially when it was crispy) At this time, my brother was in high school, we lived at the farm, and my cousin Chad was there visiting from Utah. Danny said okay, with Chad encouraging him the whole time. I watched him to make sure he did not cheat. But he was taking forever to finish it! With each bite, he quickly washed it down with Chocolate milk. With a quarter of it left, everyone had left the table but Chad and himself. I went and sat in the TV room, bored. And it seemed like everyone else disappeared. Then it happened! He did not finish it! With just a few bites left. I could not believe what I was hearing, he was throwing up in the kitchen sink! I did not get up, I plugged my ears, and my cousin Chad came in laughing! Then my dad came in, and I tried to stop him, but before I could he went over to the sink. (my dad has a weak stomach) He gagged and gagged, and I laughed, and gagged, and laughed some more. My poor dad actually had to clean it up. Then I swear, never again, my brother will eat beef. So where's the beef? Oh yeah, it's in the kitchen sink! LOL <br /><br />I just had to share this story with you!Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18106090169677593047noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413669573892035960.post-10704817248973444272009-02-26T15:36:00.004-05:002009-02-26T16:10:20.347-05:00I Am A Mutt!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiUz1erhfkY1E44ePR6gMN0TP4XQNeqxsOibRz1G17FMnBH5x-xrJRwSfg2P7VKyv6QuWqbw6RWmVk1NEhC6BJA6NsQEXf11hWZSUmtsp6iWsh0iUoJ7_BUFsrwUoVMkwcOgP8SgIAN0k/s1600-h/x-mas+%2794+-+Copy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 313px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiUz1erhfkY1E44ePR6gMN0TP4XQNeqxsOibRz1G17FMnBH5x-xrJRwSfg2P7VKyv6QuWqbw6RWmVk1NEhC6BJA6NsQEXf11hWZSUmtsp6iWsh0iUoJ7_BUFsrwUoVMkwcOgP8SgIAN0k/s320/x-mas+%2794+-+Copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307215482169610898" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I am a mutt... What I mean about that is, that I am a mixed breed of all sorts and in different ways. For one, I hate it when someone asks me where I am from, that isn't a easy question for me to answer. If you want where I was born, that's easier. Who are my ancestors? Well, that's tough and confusing too. I have Scottish, German, Irish, English, and Cherokee blood.<br /><br />For the longest time, I didn't care about St. Paddy's day, because I have Scottish blood, and since I have always had a thing for Sean Connery, I thought sharing this small common thing, made me feel superior. (it's a funny thing, Sean portrayed a Irishman in a movie I loved him in, Doobie O'Gill and the Little People) But in time, I found out through genealogy, the Irish snuck into my family tree.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9npP_iMg28RZQ57rsLboxYjlPmLQ6yxw2MJiak1r0t9t9486HtfFD5TxCpaiFb2OdDNnFogiQzAXFdSi3KtbXsUtSh3MCek6Pj8Tdkq_3HUSyMPd9bUMhczP-QZ_dUFBFfDVMzRWXejQ/s1600-h/Jen+with+Baby.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 278px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9npP_iMg28RZQ57rsLboxYjlPmLQ6yxw2MJiak1r0t9t9486HtfFD5TxCpaiFb2OdDNnFogiQzAXFdSi3KtbXsUtSh3MCek6Pj8Tdkq_3HUSyMPd9bUMhczP-QZ_dUFBFfDVMzRWXejQ/s320/Jen+with+Baby.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307214467113374738" border="0" /></a><br />On my mom's side, her parent's were Irish, Scottish and German. On my dad's side, it was English and Indian. The heritage I have always felt closer to is, of course that of the Cherokee blood. Hence, my dark brown eyes and brown hair. It's the most blood that I contain,(I think) because my great grandma was full Cherokee. My grandma, Genny, was half. So she always use to tell me that I had her eyes, and I use to tan quite easily. Why I don't now is a mystery. So that's it, not much tell, I am a mutt, and so are my kids. What about you?Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18106090169677593047noreply@blogger.com0