bons... look what I found while doing my Reagan report

haha... pretty funny.
(I never knew where mom & dad got this saying from..... tah dah!(or duh!)

this flower reminds me of mom.
I remember when we lived in Utah, mom had a bushel of these in her flower garden
I can recall her holding them in her palm and asking me:
"jo, what do these look like"
she then explained to me why they are called
"Bleeding Hearts".


Happy early Valentines Day, sisters!
I hope you are all doing well.
respond....  dorks.
;)

one down....

one week of school down.  
math hasn't been bad at all so far, though it's mostly reviewing.


but here's a david story for your enjoyment!

so.
about 3 weeks ago, David stepped on a stick.
a sliver of this stick went into his foot.  he informed me that he pulled some of it out, but some of it was still in his foot.  I told him it might not be, but he could go get my tweezers and try to get it out.  Nope.  not happening.  
so i informed him if it was in there, it would eventually make its way out.


the next day he said it bothered him a bit.
then.... nothing.


2 and a half to 3 weeks later:::::
Yesterday he starts texting me at 8 am.
"mom... my foot is killing me, 
I went to a reliable source.
she told me I needed to get it taken care of."


what?
huh?   who's this "reliable source?
and ... why is your foot killing you?


"yah.  she said that I would need to go to the ER and get it out and get stitches."


what?
who?
what are you talking about?


"the sliver.  remember?  It's still in my foot"
"the medical teacher."


buddy... that was a long time ago.
medical teacher?  you don't have a medical teacher!


--- so after an HOUR of this.  I asked him what it looked like.


"it's about as big as my big toenail.  
it's kind of reddish/brownish/purplish.  It has a zit on it.  a white zit."


I drop off Pudge, tell my boss I'll be back.
I call the high school and ask them to have Dave come to the office.
they don't.
they forget.


they tell me I can go grab him 
they send me to the classroom.  
I walk in the doorway - 30 kids are looking @ me, I can't see Dave nor the teacher.
he (the gray haired teacher) is trying to be "cool" in the back of the room.  
after what seemed like an eternity of being glared at by 30 seniors, most of them of the male brand.....
he finally asked if he could help me
"I'm just here to grab David White for a minute"


who?


"David White"


I don't have a David White..... I don't even have a David.  I do in another class on another day.  but it's not this hour nor a White.
(ugh!)


race back to the office, thinking that for sure there are red stripes making their way up his leg... because he needs to have his foot cut open and stitches given -------


The office gives me the right David.
explains to me that he was in great pain and couldn't walk very well
so they sent him to the ...
P.E.!!!! female coach (aka: medical teacher - because: "mom.  she knows stuff.")
and she offered the suggestion of crutches (or something like that... in the end.  he had crutches.)


20 minutes after pulling up to the school:  I make it to the right room.
I walk into a classroom of about 100 students.


I get stared at.
and wait.
wait. wait.
the teacher finally notices me:
"can I grab David White"
.... sure!  
and then 
the teacher announces:
"HE HAS CRUTCHES....."


sigh.  I know.  (seriously?  the school made him use crutches?!!!  SERIOUSLY????)


"No.  he doesn't need to bring those"
he limps down.  


I make him take off his sock and shoe.


the small puss is surrounded by.........


you ready for this.....


skin toned dry foot skin.


- Dave.  what happened to the big red pussy sore that was going to be needed to be operated on????


(I think I heard a cricket chirp.......)
"mom.  it's really swollen.  see?  It's hurting me really bad".


I check him out.
take him home
2 flips of a needle.
the sliver flies out.
I pore on alcohol.


all is well.


I AM a DOCTOR!


(I should charge the emergency room fee for that.)


I love my teenage son.
and this school that has some great things about it, but oh my....  
seriously?
the wrong room
crutches
stitches
.........................................
or --- no one looked at his foot.
asked him if that was what it looked like
he said yes'
and....
tah duh!
you have a Dave story.................


I would like to think ....
I don't want to think
I want to go to bed.
goodnight my darling sisters.


Nellie.... 
Annie, Bonnie.  where are you two?
Nell --- guess it's just the 2 of us.  You and I.
(we can make it if we try!  just the two of us... you and I!) 
haha.

This is How we Roll

We walk around/ color naked (not WE really, just Bridgette at this point)

Are lazy and eat breakfast in front of the TV

And about 98% of the pictures I have of Dan he's in his G top.

So don't be upset with me for not writing anything. I'm pretty lame lately.

My daily goals include:
-make my bed
-change Bridgette's diaper before she has an accident
-eat breakfast by 11
-try to make it to the gym 3 X a week.

I know, poor me. You probably all just shed a tear for me right : ) I'll shut up.


We really haven't been up to much. Bridgette basically had her baby period this week, meaning she was hyper-emotional and I now know how Dan feels when I'm PMSing.

Other than that, no news. You all know we're having a boy, due May 21st. His current hobbies include squirming around and jumping on the trampoline, aka my bladder. I have a list of 20 names that I like, Dan likes 2 of them. I hope we don't end up with some stupid name.

Joan-you talked about New Year's Goals. I usually don't make them, but I have some tasks that I'd like to complete. I really need to decorate our apartment. It has some cute features like built in bookshelves, a marble fireplace with a cute mantle and lots of windows. I just need to figure what to do with them. The one big downfall to Christmas is after Christmas, when all the sparkly decorations are put away (unless you live with Joan the glitter goddess) and the house looks bare. So that's my task for Jan/Feb.

I was also thinking of trying my hand at potty-training. I figured that I have to use the restroom every 20 minutes, so having Bridgette use the toilet every 20 minutes would be easy since I was already there. I've decided to put that on hold for now. Girlfriend has no desire for it.

Well, my princess just walked up and asked if I could please kiss her, so that's my queue to go.

ok.  since no one else is posting
and since I will be incognito here in a bit
I will post away!


I saw this.
just for the fact that her dress is simply perfect
and for the complete beauty of that brick road
this is almost too... idealistic - but I find it to be so incredibly ... perfect.


I adore the idea of a dad walking her daughter proudly through town
on their way to the chapel
with family and friends filling the sidewalks - 
edging a pathway for the lovely bride and honored father


this is a tradition that was performed in the days of Christ
I don't know if it's still around
however.... 
it's just --- almost --- enchanting in a way.
this is one of those traditions that should have stuck around.
*dreamy*


p.s.  Mike is going to wonder how I became such a romantic.  I don't know.  I do love this though.  How can you not?

I have the best sisters!
Love you girls.
Hope your new year is amazing!!!!!


What are your New Year Resolutions?
(Nell - you can't use "have a baby boy".)


mine:
1. get past college algebra (yikes!)
2. balance life in a manner that I can fit in both school work & spirituality....  that's hard for me.
3. be more consistent
4. make family home evening a priority
5. find out what I want to be when I grow up - special ed? Health Services Administration?
wish me luck.

I love glitter.
Sydney Leigh and her cute friend were over making shirts for a Basketball game during school for charity?  I kept begging her to add glitter.  Her friend doesn't know me, and is shy, so she didn't comment - but Sydney kept laughing and then telling me... MOM!  KNOCK IT OFF WITH THE GLITTER!!!!  YOU AND GLITTER!!!!


Tomorrow I have my first finals.
I know.
Only two.
wah wah wah.
cry you a river...
blah blah blah.


I am having a very hard time concentrating.
I can't focus.
I pray I will do well.
we shall see.


Do you ever go through phases where your spirituality is at a complete low?
where you feel lost in yourself.
where you go to church hoping to feel uplifted, only to leave feeling frustration because you feel insecure in yourself anyways, and you feel alone in yourself?  does this make sense.....
I try to be a good mom, going to church... etc.  etc.
I feel an inner tug-of-war between myself and trying to make everyone happy, however sometimes that leaves me feeling alone and frustrated... spiritually.
am I making any sense?


So, maybe it's just the fact that school has taken over all my time and my thought process.
Or, maybe it's a phase I am going through.
Or maybe.. maybe I'm exhausted.
who knows.
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>..
so miss Sydney has to go to a choir thing tomorrow during the day.
They are singing at University Mall.
she asked to wear my SUPER DUPER high heels.
(excuse me while I laugh so hard it hurts)


Mike may have broken one of his toes tonight.
while wrestling with my pudge.
ouch!  his poor toe is very purple and swollen.
we use frozen peas as ice packs now because my Pudge decided to take a knife to my really very nice expensive ice pack that I use for my back... to see what the insides look like.
brown oozing clay.
now we know.


David decided to rake leaves today.. on Sunday.
to kiss up for spilling a coke in the fridge and leaving it
btw.... coke was on every shelf, in every drawer, and coating all 3 sides of the fridge.
(he claims he didn't think it spilled that much.)


anywho.
back to math.
prayers my way?


love you girls!