I love Facebook. I love knowing what my friends and family are up to no matter how many miles may separate us. I love getting little peeks into there lives, knowing tiny things about their day. Things that aren't really worth a phone call but are totally worth a smile or silent prayer. I love sharing the little things in my day. I love that I can get quick support, advise, and even an "like" from so many different stages of people in my life. And I love being able to "like" things in others lives and to comment on their status. I absolutely love finding someone from the past and rekindling friendships, knowing that I made a difference in their lives enough for them to remember me. And I love having the chance to let others know the difference they made in my life and to thank them for it.
I miss Blogs. They are like Facebook but with more incite and details. I miss writing on my blog. I miss others writing on their blogs. I miss comments on my blog posts.
I guess I just love how easy it is to be apart of those I love lives in some small way. And I love feeling like they are more a part of my life.
Friday, August 19, 2011
Thursday, July 7, 2011
Drama Queen
So a few months back I told a friend that I thought her daughter was a drama queen at times. (open mouth, insert foot) I don't remember the exact conversation but I do remember the point I was trying to make... I obviously didn't do a very good job at making that point, because it wasn't to hurt feelings nor was it anything negative towards the girl.
I was frustrated over some things that happened and was trying to explain why I was frustrated. I must say, I am even more frustrated now. I don't dare try to fix it; I would just dig myself a deeper hole.
I did learn two things:
1) my friend (I hope I can still call her that) did say something that I know I need to learn, and that is that you really shouldn't say things about other people's kids. (period)
2) that it really is true, that you can say all positive things about some one (thing) and one negative (even if you didn't mean it negative) and ALL that will matter is the negative.
To this friend and her daughter, I am sorry.
P.S. Is calling someone a "drama queen" a bad thing? I didn't think it was, but I now can see how it might be taken that way.....
I was frustrated over some things that happened and was trying to explain why I was frustrated. I must say, I am even more frustrated now. I don't dare try to fix it; I would just dig myself a deeper hole.
I did learn two things:
1) my friend (I hope I can still call her that) did say something that I know I need to learn, and that is that you really shouldn't say things about other people's kids. (period)
2) that it really is true, that you can say all positive things about some one (thing) and one negative (even if you didn't mean it negative) and ALL that will matter is the negative.
To this friend and her daughter, I am sorry.
P.S. Is calling someone a "drama queen" a bad thing? I didn't think it was, but I now can see how it might be taken that way.....
Friday, June 10, 2011
Megan First Grade...over already?
WOW!! Where in the world did this school year go?? I can't believe how fast this year flew by!!
Megan had the most wonderful teacher EVER!!! Her name is Mrs. Kim Moore, Abbey had her for third grade and I love the lady! Talk about going above and beond! Her are a few Pictures of Megan and her teacher.
Saturday, June 4, 2011
"I is just kidn"
Wow, Amber just cracks me up!! Here are a few of the times she made me laugh and shake my head.
1) We were at our friend Kelly's house. She asked Amber, "Where's your tummy?" Amber proudly lifts her shirt and shows off her tummy. (this is a game Kelly and Amber have always played) Then Kelly asks her, "Do you have any tickles in there?" Usually Amber says yes, Kelly tickles her, and they both laugh. Well today Amber answered, "No." and she walked away. A moment later Amber smiles and whispers to me, "There is tickles, I is just kiddin'!! (giggle giggle)"
2) During prayer she went, "Buuuuurrrrp (fake burp noise) cuse me." giggle giggle "Sorry, I is just kiddin'"
3) Tonight she asked me, "You want spank me?" I said, "no." Then she proceeds to spank herself and said, "I do it myself then." Guess she wasn't kidding that time, she wanted spanked.
I hate that I have such a bad memory and will probably forget these sweet moments.
As I was typing this Brian came in and told me this story of Amber's...
She had been wandering around the house before bed, asking where the moon was. Brian took her outside, and after some searching the sky from the back and front yard, they found it. When they came in, Amber said, "Moon talking to me."
"The moon was talking to you," Brian asked, "What did it say?"
"Moon say it's time to go nigh' night."
So Brian took Amber to bed and layed down with her.
She asked him, "You sing with me?"
"What should we sing?"
"Sunbeam!"
So Brian sang Jesus Wants Me for a Sunbeam with Amber. When they were done, she asked, "You sing me moon song?"
Brian wasn't sure what to sing, so he sang "Hey diddle diddle the cat and the fiddle..." When he got to the part about the cow jumping over the moon, Amber giggled, saying, "the cow jumped over the moon! --giggle, giggle--"
Then she continued, "Only I jump over the moon. I jump really high in the sky! I go like Dora, and go 1, 2, 3, blast off!!!"
1) We were at our friend Kelly's house. She asked Amber, "Where's your tummy?" Amber proudly lifts her shirt and shows off her tummy. (this is a game Kelly and Amber have always played) Then Kelly asks her, "Do you have any tickles in there?" Usually Amber says yes, Kelly tickles her, and they both laugh. Well today Amber answered, "No." and she walked away. A moment later Amber smiles and whispers to me, "There is tickles, I is just kiddin'!! (giggle giggle)"
2) During prayer she went, "Buuuuurrrrp (fake burp noise) cuse me." giggle giggle "Sorry, I is just kiddin'"
3) Tonight she asked me, "You want spank me?" I said, "no." Then she proceeds to spank herself and said, "I do it myself then." Guess she wasn't kidding that time, she wanted spanked.
I hate that I have such a bad memory and will probably forget these sweet moments.
As I was typing this Brian came in and told me this story of Amber's...
She had been wandering around the house before bed, asking where the moon was. Brian took her outside, and after some searching the sky from the back and front yard, they found it. When they came in, Amber said, "Moon talking to me."
"The moon was talking to you," Brian asked, "What did it say?"
"Moon say it's time to go nigh' night."
So Brian took Amber to bed and layed down with her.
She asked him, "You sing with me?"
"What should we sing?"
"Sunbeam!"
So Brian sang Jesus Wants Me for a Sunbeam with Amber. When they were done, she asked, "You sing me moon song?"
Brian wasn't sure what to sing, so he sang "Hey diddle diddle the cat and the fiddle..." When he got to the part about the cow jumping over the moon, Amber giggled, saying, "the cow jumped over the moon! --giggle, giggle--"
Then she continued, "Only I jump over the moon. I jump really high in the sky! I go like Dora, and go 1, 2, 3, blast off!!!"
Friday, June 3, 2011
Perception
Perception.... I have been thinking a lot about how two (or more) people can experience the exact same thing, at the exact same time and each have a different perception of what happened.... for example...
MOVING: I loved moving when I was growing up. I loved the change that went with it. My sister on the other hand hated it. She was just 18 months older and two grades above me yet it made a huge difference in how we felt. I couldn't understand what the big deal was to her. Now looking back and realizing that for her it was a new junior high school and then a new high school was a lot bigger deal then fifth grade and seventh grade was.
I also didn't understand why my parents didn't really like to move either. Like I said I loved the moving process as a kid. I got to watch everyone else do the work, but now that I am the adult and have to do the work, it is not so fun!!
STORMS: I used to want to hide in the basement corner if there was even a slight thunder storm. I remember tornado sirens going off in the night at my grandparents in South Dakota. We would hurry to the basement to ride it out. (I think my grandpa Duppy would have slept through them if we weren't there.) One time I left my stuffed animals upstairs, so Duppy ran up to get them. My grandma got upset at me because to her, the love of her life was putting himself in danger to save some stupid stuffed animals. To me, my hero, my indestructible Duppy, was saving precious lives!!
Then one summer I was visiting my Aunt Jaci. A huge thunderstorm came rolling in. I got really nervous, she didn't have a basement to hide in. To make it worse, she lived in a mobile home that made each crackle and boom ten times louder! My brave Aunt sat in front of the large window with a calm, peaceful look on her face. I couldn't believe she was just sitting there, enjoying herself! She coxed me to come sit by her. She told me to watch the storm. She showed me its beauty as lightning danced across the sky. We counted from the flash of lighting until the boom and roar of the thunder, then giggle when it made us jump. She took the time to share her love of storms and helped me to change my perception of them. (every time it storms I am so thankful for my brave Aunt Jaci and my heroic Dubby)
FIGHTING: When Brian and I argue or fight, the girls think we are mad at each other and may not love each other as much. When really we are just voicing our differences, and often times love each other more afterwards.
When my girls fight, they each tell a different story of what happened. Some times I even witness the fight and their stories still don't make sense or even seem like the truth to me.
I guess what I really have been thinking about perception is why do we always think the way we perceive things is the "right" way or the "only" way? Wouldn't that mean that either my sister or I was wrong, or lied about our experience moving? Wouldn't I have to either fear or love storms? And what about fighting, is there always a right or a wrong, a truth or a lie????
I think we all need to "walk in one another's shoes" or try seeing things from their perception. AND STOP JUDGING!!!! (and yes, I need to do this more in my life....)
MOVING: I loved moving when I was growing up. I loved the change that went with it. My sister on the other hand hated it. She was just 18 months older and two grades above me yet it made a huge difference in how we felt. I couldn't understand what the big deal was to her. Now looking back and realizing that for her it was a new junior high school and then a new high school was a lot bigger deal then fifth grade and seventh grade was.
I also didn't understand why my parents didn't really like to move either. Like I said I loved the moving process as a kid. I got to watch everyone else do the work, but now that I am the adult and have to do the work, it is not so fun!!
STORMS: I used to want to hide in the basement corner if there was even a slight thunder storm. I remember tornado sirens going off in the night at my grandparents in South Dakota. We would hurry to the basement to ride it out. (I think my grandpa Duppy would have slept through them if we weren't there.) One time I left my stuffed animals upstairs, so Duppy ran up to get them. My grandma got upset at me because to her, the love of her life was putting himself in danger to save some stupid stuffed animals. To me, my hero, my indestructible Duppy, was saving precious lives!!
Then one summer I was visiting my Aunt Jaci. A huge thunderstorm came rolling in. I got really nervous, she didn't have a basement to hide in. To make it worse, she lived in a mobile home that made each crackle and boom ten times louder! My brave Aunt sat in front of the large window with a calm, peaceful look on her face. I couldn't believe she was just sitting there, enjoying herself! She coxed me to come sit by her. She told me to watch the storm. She showed me its beauty as lightning danced across the sky. We counted from the flash of lighting until the boom and roar of the thunder, then giggle when it made us jump. She took the time to share her love of storms and helped me to change my perception of them. (every time it storms I am so thankful for my brave Aunt Jaci and my heroic Dubby)
FIGHTING: When Brian and I argue or fight, the girls think we are mad at each other and may not love each other as much. When really we are just voicing our differences, and often times love each other more afterwards.
When my girls fight, they each tell a different story of what happened. Some times I even witness the fight and their stories still don't make sense or even seem like the truth to me.
I guess what I really have been thinking about perception is why do we always think the way we perceive things is the "right" way or the "only" way? Wouldn't that mean that either my sister or I was wrong, or lied about our experience moving? Wouldn't I have to either fear or love storms? And what about fighting, is there always a right or a wrong, a truth or a lie????
I think we all need to "walk in one another's shoes" or try seeing things from their perception. AND STOP JUDGING!!!! (and yes, I need to do this more in my life....)
My Beautiful Mommy!!
Oh how I love this lady!! Not only did she give birth to me 40 years ago, she gave me the most wonderful birthday present I could ever ask for - Her and my Grandma for the weekend!!!
I LOVE MY MOMMY!! I LOVE MY MOMMY!!!
Thank you mom for coming to visit! I love you more then words can express!!
Jenn Turns 40??
Okay, so I am not that thrilled to be 40. I remember how grouchy my dad got when he turned 40. He thought he was such an old man. Heck, he even picked up the "old man sport" of golf. (He is the one that refered to it as that) I, as a twenty year old thought he was crazy, 40 was not old at all! Now that I am the 40 year old, I am not saying it is old or that I will pick up golf but it sounds "old" to me. I am hoping the phrase, "your only as old as you act" will apply to me because I plan on being young and silly for many years to come!!!
At least now we know the fire alarms are working great!!
Gran's Porch Swing
Growing up my Grandma Norma Karlson always had a porch swing. Oh how I loved Grandma's swing. We would sit on there for hours, singing, telling stories, chating, and laughing. Gran would pat my leg with one hand and hold a strong smelling cup of black coffee in her other. I am pretty sure I learned most of lifes great lessons on her swing.
When we bought our home one of the first things I bought was a porch swing.
On May 20, 2011 I was laying on the swing enjoying the warm sun, thinking of my beautiful grandma, missing her. So I picked up my cell phone and gave her a call. She didn't answer so I left her a message telling her what I was doing and how I was thinking of her.
Not five minutes later I look up and see my mom standing in my house. Then I looked again and there was my grandma!!! I kid you not!! They came and suprised me for my birthday!! It was hard holding back the tears of joy!!
Here is my gran with my girls on our porch swing! (would be a perfect picture if Hanna was in it too)
When we bought our home one of the first things I bought was a porch swing.
On May 20, 2011 I was laying on the swing enjoying the warm sun, thinking of my beautiful grandma, missing her. So I picked up my cell phone and gave her a call. She didn't answer so I left her a message telling her what I was doing and how I was thinking of her.
Not five minutes later I look up and see my mom standing in my house. Then I looked again and there was my grandma!!! I kid you not!! They came and suprised me for my birthday!! It was hard holding back the tears of joy!!
Here is my gran with my girls on our porch swing! (would be a perfect picture if Hanna was in it too)
How we got the Zoo...
I am sure you all have read Dr. Suess' book, "How I Run the Zoo". Well I am not sure how to run the zoo, but here is how we got the zoo.
First Jenn wants a dog. Christmas 2004 we get a family dog, Sparky.
Then poor Sparky needs a friend and along came Sadie.
Two dogs isn't bad.
The girls started wanting a hamster. Sure, why not?? They are small and don't live to awful long. Brian's cousins get Hanna and Abbey all the stuff for hamsters for Christmas 2010.
Well, maybe we don't want hamsters.
Hanna, "Can I get a lizard?"
Abbey, "Can I get a bird?"
Now we have gone from small animals that only live up to three years to larger ones that live longer, much longer.
Brian says,"YES" (he forgot that he is the NO parent. He is supposed to say no!!)
So we return the hamster cages and wait for the perfect pets to come along.
Brian's co-worker needs to get rid of a chinchilla, Chi Chi, for her grandson who is ill and can't have his beloved pet any longer. Brian says "YES"
So along came Chi Chi the chinchilla.
Soon we after we got Oreo, Megan's geriatric hamster. We had no idea that he was already 2 1/2 years old when we got him. (remember they only live up to about 3 years)
Not long after Oreo,we got Squaky Talky, Abbey's bird.
Then Feb. rolls around and Hanna has enough $$ to finally get a bearded dragon!! The first one we got didn't last long. Poor little guy! The second one we got was about 5 or 6 months old and it was love at first sight for Hanna. Gus was hers!!
Then Oreo died. Megan got Sierra, the dwarf hamster, that enjoyed nibbling on Megan. Sierra went back to the pet store for rude behavior!
Megan wanted another hamster but was terrified she would get another biter. She soon decided guinea pigs were more for her. And along came Tigger, the guinea pig.
There we were a happy family of six with six animals....yes we are crazy!!
One morning things were a bit quiet in the house. Squaky Talky had passed away. Now we are down to five animals.
Abbey wants a tortoise.
Brian said the chinchilla has to go first. Anyone want a chinchilla???
The truth is the girls are attached to Chi Chi so it isn't like we can really get rid if him, right?
Meggie Moos turns 7
Brian made Megan the cutest monkey cake!! Megan thought it was the best cake ever!!
We made tissue paper cupcakes with treats and toys in them for Megan's first grade class. They were a huge hit will all the kids!!
Megan, queen of the class for a day.
Saturday, February 26, 2011
Hanna Turns 12 - NO WAY!!
Hanna had read the Twilight series by Stephenie Meyer shortly before her 12th birthday and LOVED them! So for her birthday she wanted to get a bunch of her Twilight loving friends over for a Twilight movie marathon!! She had never seen any of the movies so she was super excited!! I couldn't believe some of them stayed up for all three movies! (Twilight, New Moon, and Eclipse) Hanna is blessed to have so many wonderful, good friends, that even her parents like. :)
(there is one more book and movie in the series but Hanna hasn't got to read it yet. It is a little "steamy"!)
All the girls wanted to do a Mary Kay face mask. Some of them are twelve now, gotta watch out for wrinkles!!
Yummy pancake cake!!
(there is one more book and movie in the series but Hanna hasn't got to read it yet. It is a little "steamy"!)
All the girls wanted to do a Mary Kay face mask. Some of them are twelve now, gotta watch out for wrinkles!!
Yummy pancake cake!!
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
Amber's Smiley Eyes
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