Back to BABS

i took the kids to BABS, formally known as BUTT HILL. i was explaining to kavika why we so affectionately call her this, for the great butt work out you get when climbing her. he looked up at her and replies,"i thought it was for the big crack running down the middle." well, there you go, just how a typical male would respond. his father would be so proud.

.....and she's gonna get mar, air, air, eed

adam's apple popped the question

L Y F

little erin, not so little anymore is gonna be a bride. she is all glittered on her finger & so so so in love, and it reminds me of falling in love, saying yes and shopping for the THEE dress and walking down the aisle (grass lawn) and saying i do and just being so happy, so carefree, so not worried about babies, teenagers, school, bills, laundry, eternity. wow, it will be number 17 this june 20th and i am still in love with the same boy who just adores me and can't stop pawing me and he really loves me, even though i switched and baited on him and he will go to church with me and he just really loves me.

LOVE, love, LOVE, love, LOOOOOVVVVe

oh I can't hestitate, no more, no more, it can not wait,

I'm YOUR or or or ORiz

happy birthday my sweet

early celebration with friends at keys on main. suggestion if you ever go, reserve a table, then you might actually sit down, unlike us who stood in the back for an hour and then left much to the relief of the the 50 people waiting outside in the cold. and, main street has a lot of bums on it, so bring your mace and your big strong man, like my sweet p, tall, muscled up, brave (hmmm?) and fearless (hmmm? again), but at least tall & muscled up. you know he can almost bench 300 pounds. it is a goal of his, because when you are working out, "you must have goals or what's the point." i have decided we are going to have a post birthday get together or maybe a pre mikki birthday party back on main and this time reserve the couches. sweet plan.

mi mama mia

vicki michelle

te'amo

i was named after mi madre

my sweet mother

i think i am her favorite

she would never admit

but it is true

say cheese for the timer.

awesome new camera for paul's birthday.

i must take this over & give him mine.

I Want to see the Temple

There are no words, well,

maybe one

MAGNIFICENT!

ok two,

HEAVENLY

last one,

ETERNAL!

It's National Friendship Week

His name was Fleming, and he was a poor Scottish farmer. One day, while trying to make a living for his family, he heard a cry for help coming from a nearby bog. He dropped his tools and ran to the bog.
There, mired to his waist in black muck, was a terrified boy, screaming and struggling to free himself. Farmer Fleming saved the lad from what
could have been a slow and terrifying death.
The next day, a fancy carriage pulled up to the Scotsman's sparse surroundings. An elegantly dressed nobleman stepped out and introduced himself as the father of the boy Farmer Fleming had saved.
'I want to repay you,' said the nobleman. 'You saved my son's life.'
'No, I can't accept payment for what I did,' the Scottish farmer replied waving off the offer. At that moment, the farmer's own son came to the door of the family hovel.
'Is that your son?' the nobleman asked.
'Yes,' the farmer replied proudly..
'I'll make you a deal. Let me provide him with the level of education my own son will enjoy If the lad is anything like his father, he'll no doubt grow to be a man we both will be proud of.'
And that he did.
Farmer Fleming's son attended the very best schools and in time, graduated from St. Mary's Hospital Medical School in London, and went on to become known throughout the world as the noted Sir Alexander Fleming, the discoverer of Penicillin.
Years afterward, the same nobleman's son who was saved from the bog was stricken with pneumonia.
What saved his life this time? Penicillin.
The name of the nobleman? Lord Randolph Churchill .. His son's
name?
Sir Winston Churchill..

Someone once said: What goes around comes around.

IRISH FRIENDSHIP WISH

May there always be work for your hands to do;
May your purse always hold a coin or two;
May the sun always shine on y our windowpane;
May a rainbow be certain to follow each rain;
May the hand of a friend always be near you.

Sana sends me a Prayer

Monday, March 16th

May today there be peace within.

May you trust that you are exactly where you are meant to be.

May you not forget the infinite possibilities that are born of faith in yourself and others.

May you use the gifts that you have received, and pass on the love that has been given to you.

May you be content with yourself just the way you are.

Let this knowledge settle into your bones, and allow your soul the freedom to sing, dance, praise and love.

It is there for each and every one of us.'

Dani loves you FREDWARD

Sat. March 14th Freddie died. Poor animals that come to this house. We just can't keep them very long. There was Clozee, Little Joe, then Johnny and now Freddie. All in less years than a natural lifespan of a dog. Sadie has gone the longest, so her odds look good. Can't make any promises. It is time to just have Sadie and love her. Dani's heart is broken, which just really tinks me off. Sweet girl, I think she was the only one that really did love that junk yard eatin', crazy biting, chewing everything up dog. Hopefully there are butterflies in heaven he can chase.

GlORIOUS! Just GLORIOUS!

Friday, March 13th, walked by the Provo River. I love being with Carol Marriott because she makes even the fabulous more glorious. When I walk, snowshoe, excercise, whatever, I wear one earphone playing my fav tunes on my shuffle. It is like having my own soundtrack from my movie of my life. Everything is better with a song in your heart and ear. We live in God's country. Anytime I am out in it, I just thank my lucky stars that I live where I live. I am a hop skip and a jump away from the most picturesque places. And every once in awhile we are graced with seeing a magnificent moose just steps away. It's glorious I tell you, and if you don't believe me, then get out here and I will show you.

I Love you Butt Hill

Thursday, March 12th. Snow shoe to butt hill with my little man & Big Erin. What a beautiful, sunny day. Lander brought his sled and soon we had wished we had brought ours along. I am not sure what is more amazing, looking up butt hill or looking down once you have ascended her. I met her 10 years ago in the summer time. Up we would climb, some days 5 times. Many friends have come along, and always there was my friend and walking partner of 10 years Big Erin, MOWreen, recently found out another name, Rongo Pongo. When I am in my fifties, I want to be going like this woman. I was twenty something when she would trudge up that baby, orgasm breaths all the way. You go Sista! Butt Hill will keep that little tush looking young & tight, so that is why I declare aloud, "I LOVE YOU BUTT HILL!"
We really should name her. BABS? hmmmm

Expectations

Tuesday, March 10th went through the Draper Temple with my children, that would include sweet hubby. It was a tender experience the first time with just Paul and I, he was very loving and told me that he understood how much I want to be sealed, but that he was no there yet. But, he was there that night with his arm around me and my dream seemed closer and more real and my expectations of the evening were wonderful.

SOOOOOO, the family night experience had me even more excited because now eveyrone would be in that room together. SOOOOOO, I thought. The game started early on with Dani & Paul trying to ditch us and then I had that little feeling, who will try it next? WeLLLLLL, that would be Cody and Dani. ANNNNNND, sure enough it ended up being only Mikki, Paul, Lander & Jackson in the sealing room. My heart was in my stomach, the disappointment was evident & my thoughts were discouraging; Typical of our family, together yet divided. I walked past the two little turds who were waiting, unaware that there was tension brewing inside their mother. Once again, Paul came to my rescue with his arm around me, reminding me to be grateful that the kids had good attitudes about being there and that we were really all together.

He knows my heart, he loves me so, Sweet Hubby

Sunday, March 8th, my baby boy lost his first tooph, I meant to spell it that way, because that is how he used to say it, when he was a baby and not so growed up. I have really tried to slow down this process, but low and behold he turned 5 anyways. And now this, and before Kindergarten. It is too much and it makes me a bit weepy just thinking about it. I was not this way with the other three. It was exciting to think that the tooth fairy would be making a visit to our abode. Now it just makes me feel tired and whoa, will she actually remember. There in lies one of the issues. Tired? That is for old people. Not young thirty somethings like myself. My twenties left and that was ok, but I am not sure how easy it will be to say goodbye to my thirties. By the way I still have plenty of time, just not as much as last year. So time marches on and it is marching straight through my babies teeth and other places too unfortunetly.