Thursday, August 30, 2007

What's in a MIDDLE name......

What's in a MIDDLE name?

1. You have to post these rules before you give the facts.

2. Players, you must list one fact that is somehow relevant to your life for each letter of your middle name. If you don’t have a middle name, use the middle name you would have liked to have had.

3. When you are tagged you need to write your own blog-post containing your own middle name game facts.

4. At the end of your blog-post, you need to choose one person for each letter of your middle name to tag. Don’t forget to leave them a comment telling them they’re tagged, and to read your blog.

I was tagged by Amy at www.theflegefarm.blogspot.com I don't have much time to do things like this lately. But today for some reason I have found myself with not to much to do..I just put the last load of wash in the washer and will mop with Chase goes down for a nap...But KaCey, the soon to be daughter in law, if you are reading this I am up to my eye balls in work and can not come hold your hand while you pick out shoes....I HATE TO SHOP!!!!!!!!

Anyway, My middle name is MARIE....My dad wanted it to be Mary......WOW that would have been great...Rose Mary, in the 70's...Scary movie, Rose Marys baby.....It was bad enough with a name like Rose...I was called. weed, rag weed, thorny, buttercup, okay you get the pictures. So my mom own out and it was Marie.......(when I was young I thought it was after Marie Osmond)hehehehehe.....

So here goes......

M.....Mom---First and foremost THAT is what I am, that is all I ever wanted to be and to become a mom it came at some high prices and a lot of tears. And it was all worth it.

A......Aunt---I pride myself on being the fav Aunt in our family. Most of my sister and brothers kids I have tended while their parents worked. These were my practice kids. And where I became a mom I knew everything! LOL But I do love my nieces and nephew just like my own children and have tried to be there for them when their parents can't be. Miss Tiff hold a very big chunk of her Aunt Roses heart as she is so like me...

R.....Religious----I know "who would have thonk it"....but I am and even if I am not in church every Sunday don't assume I know nothing of my religion. It is the belief in it that makes my world a better place, it is a blanket I wear both in good times and in bad to keep my soul and heart from turning to ice. I pray daily and am very thankful for what the Lord has given me.

I.....Independent---I have never depended on anyone. If it was money, I worked 2 jobs. If it was fixing things around the house I rented a video from the hardware store and fixed it myself. It has always been hard for me to ask or receive any help in any way. But I like to think I am the first one to offer mine.

E....Eternal----Eternally grateful. For the love of a man who look at me from the inside out. Who tells me of his love everyday and has been a father to my children with the same love he feels for the ones we have had together. I will be eternally grateful that I was lead to him at a time in my life when I needed this kind of companionship and love. I am also eternally grateful for children who have made it so easy to be just the mom......

Okay that is it....Now who is going to be the next victim of a tag......

M..... http://momof12andlovingit.blogspot.com/ Debra is a mother of 12 and my hero, her blog is MOM of 12 and loving it, and you know what is crazy? SHE DOES! Deb is a friend who I can talk to for hours. She does things with her youngest daughter who has Ds that others say can't be done. When I talk to Deb my day is just a little brighter.

A.....http://lifewithmywildchild.blogspot.com/ Sara, the A is for her blog, ALWAYS something. No matter what happens in her life she ALWAYS greets it with a smile...

R....http://redlights.typepad.com/ Monica, the R is for her blog REDLIGHTS, she is gave all of us a place to go and meet other moms from all over the world who have children with Down syndrome. The T 21 online board has at times gave me a place to vent, cry and laugh. Thank You Monica for your gift to us all.....

I.....http://itsminasworld.blogspot.com/ Julie, the I is for her blog, Its Mina's world. Julie is my online friend who I can call just to shoot the shit or cry on her shoulder. She has a beautiful daughter named Mina, who one day will be Chases Prom date. They both are dancing fools.

E.....http://momtojesse2005.blogspot.com/ Erin, she has a son with Ds named Jesse. She just started to blog and I think she would enjoy doing a tag. I also don't know how she does it. Her hubby serves our country via the Navy and is on a ship out to sea ALOT. Erin cares for her sweet boy and his medical need by herself for the most part and never complains. I was an Army brat and I remember there was alot of things my daddy missed when I was growing up to protect our freedom and I have a lot of respect for Erin and the sacrifices her family makes so we can have the freedom we love so much..

WOW!! I kinda went on and on today!!!

Tuesday, August 28, 2007

Wordless Wednesday....

Who needs girls when you can fish!

Saturday, August 25, 2007

HAPPY 8th BIRTHDAY CODY!!!!!!!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY CODY!!!!!!
Yep the boy is 8.......and it is great to 8......He can now go into BOY SCOUTS!



Thursday, August 23, 2007

First day of school......

First Day of school is at our house usually is a day of celebration for Dusty and I but this year is was a little different......Cody is in the second grade and is in the elementary school by himself. No big sis to guide him or watch out for him.........as he got of the car at the school I felt a lump well up in my throat. The school look so much bigger that it had the year before. Cody gave me a quick kiss on the cheek and out the door he flow, high 5's from his friends in line and a quick look at the girl he likes and a small smile flashed to her. Then back to his friends......I sat there with tears running down my face asking how did he grow up so fast....
Chelsey, she is a senior this year which gives her the right to be who ever she wants in school this year and has choose to have a spiderman back pack....When I asked her why in the heck she would want one at her age she said "well mom if you can't afford a bag from Abercrombie & Fitch like my friends then be different, creative and start a new trend." Wise girl if you ask me. She works every summer to pay for most of her own clothes for school. This will be her last first day of school here in Lehi and it makes me very sad, she will go off to College this next fall. I can't even talk about THAT right now...........
Austin is a Jr. this year. He has always hated school until last year when he found his nitch....WELDING CLASS. Ag, and FFA.......All I can say is THANK GOD we still have teachers that care about teaching and can keep kids interested in school. Bushmen and Robinson THANK YOU FROM THE BOTTOM OF MY HEART....Austin went from struggling in Jr high to a 3.5 GPA in High School all because he had teachers who cared........Oh don't they look happy that it is the first day of school..
And the High kids are off in Chelseys new car, this year she has a VIP parking pass so her car won't be stold this year.....
Now for my Jr. High girl, Courtney is in the 7th grade this year. And boy does she have a long walk to school. It is down our short lane about a half block. It was funny when she asked me for a ride. As you can see she is still sporting the latest fashion in arm wear. It is in our school colors. When she came home I asked her how it went and she said "All of the boys sat with me at lunch so I could tell them the horror story behind my broken arm" "It was cool and they want me to go 4 wheeling with them when I get my cast off" Why do the boys think it is so cool?" Well, Shorty boys don't like to hang out with girls who are not willing to get dirty and have fun" The boys also wait her to carry her tray at lunch. I have told Chels not to make a big deal about it, Courtney has no idea that they like her, they are just her friends and I want it to stay that way for just a little longer. I just hope some where down the line the boys find out she is a girl but not until 10th grade. It is killing her dad that she is growing up.......She tried on her dress for Kens wedding and Dusty cried when she left the room to change...He had to go outside....
Courtney's half block to school........

Tuesday, August 21, 2007

Wordless Wednesday..........

Dad, I miss you.......I lost him 6 mths ago......

The gift of Gabi's Grace.......

To the right on our blog has been a button for Gabi. She is a little one in our online group (T21) who we have asked prayers for as she under went her OH Surgery to repair the same heart defect Chase had when he was born. There was complications.
Gabi pasted away in the arms of her mom Monday morning at 12:50 am. Now we ask if you would please pray this family will have comfort in the days to come and find peace with the Lord in his decision in calling Gabi home so soon.....

Tuesday, August 14, 2007

Thursday, August 09, 2007

Why women take so long in the restroom........

When you have to visit a public bathroom, you usually find a line of women,
so you smile politely and take your place. Once it's your turn, you check for feet under the stall doors. Every stall is occupied. Finally, a door opens and you dash in, nearly knocking down the woman leaving the stall.
You get in to find the door won't latch. It doesn't matter, the wait has been so long you are about to wet your pants! The dispenser for the modern "seat covers" (invented by someone's Mom, no doubt) is handy, but empty.
You would hang your purse on the door hook, if there was one, but there isn't - so you carefully, but quickly drape it around your neck, (Mom would turn over in her grave if you put it on the FLOOR!), yank down your pants, and assume " The Stance."
In this position your aging, toneless thigh muscles begin to shake. You'd love to sit down, but you certainly hadn't taken time to wipe the seat or lay toilet paper on it, so you hold "The Stance."
To take your mind off your trembling thighs, you reach for what you discover to be the empty toilet paper dispenser. In your mind, you can hear your mother's voice saying, "Honey, if you had tried to clean the seat, you would have KNOWN there was no toilet paper!" Your thighs shake more. You remember the tiny tissue that you blew your nose on yesterday - the one that's still in your purse. (Oh yeah, the purse around your neck, that now, you have to hold up trying not to strangle yourself at the same time). That would have to do. You crumple it in the puffiest way possible. It's still smaller than your thumbnail.
Someone pushes your door open because the latch doesn't work. The door hits your purse, which is hanging around your neck in front of your chest, and you and your purse topple backward against the tank of the toilet. "Occupied!" you scream, as you reach for the door, dropping your precious, tiny, crumpled tissue in a puddle on the floor, lose your footing altogether, and slide down directly onto the TOILET SEAT. It is wet of course. You bolt up, knowing all too well that it's too late.
Your bare bottom has made contact with every imaginable germ and life form on the uncovered seat because YOU never laid down toilet paper - not that there was any, even if you had taken time to try. You know that your mother would be utterly appalled if she knew, because, you're certain her bare bottom never touched a public toilet seat because, frankly, dear, "You just don't KNOW what kind of diseases you could get."
By this time, the automatic sensor on the back of the toilet is so confused that it flushes, propelling a stream of water like a fire hose against the inside of the bowl that sprays a fine mist of water that covers your butt and runs down your legs and into your shoes.
The flush somehow sucks everything down with such force that you grab onto the empty toilet paper dispenser for fear of being dragged in too.
At this point, you give up. You're soaked by the spewing water and the wet toilet seat.
You're exhausted. You try to wipe with a gum wrapper you found in your pocket and then slink out inconspicuously to the sinks.
You can't figure out how to operate the faucets with the automatic sensors, so you wipe your hands with spit and a dry paper towel and walk past the line of women still waiting.
You are no longer able to smile politely to them.
A kind soul at the very end of the line points out a piece of toilet paper trailing from your shoe. (Where was that when you NEEDED it??) You yank the paper from your shoe, plunk it in the woman's hand and tell her warmly, "Here, you just might need this."
As you exit, you spot your hubby, who has long since entered, used, and left the men's restroom. Annoyed, he asks, "What took you so long, and why is your purse hanging around your neck?"

This is dedicated to women everywhere who deal with a public restrooms (rest??? you've GOT to be kidding!!).
It finally explains to the men what really does take us so long.
It also answers their other commonly asked questions about why women go to the restroom in pairs.
It's so the other gal can hold the door, hang onto your purse and hand you Kleenex under the door!
This HAD to be written by a woman! No one else could describe it so accurately!
Send this to all women that need a good laugh AND, don't forget to have a mammogram!!!!!! It could save your life!
A Friend Is Like A Good Bra...
Hard to Find
Supportive Comfortable
Always Lifts You Up
Never Lets You Down or Leaves You Hanging
And Is Always Close To Your Heart!!!
Share this with a friend!

Thanks Cherish for sending this to me!!!!!

Wednesday, August 08, 2007

Sunday, August 05, 2007

Sundays Grains of Gratitude




This is my first Grains of Gratitude:

1. My husband has a very understanding boss and when Dusty is needs to be with me at the hospital he is able to leave or take a day off with out any repercussions.....

2. Courtney was able to have her arm repaired with out pins......

3. That I have a house full of children to remind me how blessed I am......

4. For good friends who care so much for me and my family........

5. For the large close net family I was born into........

6. That Chase has been healthy for so long and that we can start to enjoy the things we like to do as a family without worrying so much about his health.......

7. I am truly thankful for my sons mother in law to be for taking charge of their wedding so I don't have that to deal with along with school, doctors, dentist, and all of the other things that come with kids.......

8. I am thankful for a son the same son who has show everyone that HE can do this and stay clean and be a responsible partner and dad.

9. For my grandson who has saved his dads life and gave him a reason to live and breathe.

10. Finally for Dusty with whom I have made a home with and for the love we have for each other that is the glue to our family.

The blessing of having a child with Down syndrome...

This is a wonderful story about life and Down syndrome....

What do you see..........



When you look at this picture what do you see?

A boy who can walk on water?

A girl who is swimming in her clothes and about to bean her brother in the head with a toy snake?

Or a man who never takes his shirt off, has the tummy of Austin Powers, a real live REDNECK taking his weekly bath?

You could be right on all accounts but it is a DAD PLAYING WITH HIS KIDS!! Crazy I know but some dads do this thing called playing around with THEIR KIDS!! I am making a big deal about this because it is something I have noticed as of late, at ball games, pools, parks, ect. There are very few dads that can find the time to play with their kids. Maybe there is a shortage of them or maybe they are hiding in the bushes watching other dads play and taking notes. The family who lives next door to me has a dad but in the 5 years I have lived here I have yet to see him come outside and play with his kids so they are always at my house. The dad goes to work and once a year he takes his kids to the ward party. That is sad. So when his son asked me what Dusty was doing I said "PLAYING" the little boy looked at me and said "And he doesn't care what the neighbors think " Makes you want get on a P.A. and say "attention all dad it is okay to come out and play with your child we won't laugh, well much" It is cool to chase your kids down the street with a hose and spray them. No one is looking, well maybe they are but they will have a smile on their face and say "boy he is a good dad, redneck but a good dad". The Lord love a man who will teach his children to be great dads.......

Friday, August 03, 2007

Courtney's Surgery......


Yesterday Courtney had surgery on the broken arm....
We were not sure if she would need pins or not, so after 4 hours of surgery her doctor decided he would just re-break it and set then he put it in a cast.......
He will re x-ray it in 10 days to make sure it is healing right and if she will need pins then.......
3 weeks if all goes well she can have a "short" cast that will allow her to bend her elbow but for now she will have to learn to write with her left hand. Courtney is already going nuts with the cast on for only 6 days, she should be really fun for the next 8 weeks.......

This is before the surgery.......









This is waiting for the IV to put her to sleep......



















On her way to surgery............

















And finally after her surgery...............


Courtney is one tuff girl, she never cried and has not even wanted any pain meds........She can't wait for the short cast so she can get back on the 4 wheeler and go fishing.....

Wednesday, August 01, 2007