Thursday, May 26, 2016


Two more days and I'll be here! (Newport)

 Visiting this little guy and his peeps.

And these amazing peeps. Curt and Reita Pearson

 In four days I'll see my Kimball family.  San Diego, El Indio, the best mexican food, and COUSINS I haven't seen in years.  Here's to hoping your weekend is as good as mine.  

Back row - Uncle Daryl, Aunt Jan, My Mom
Middle row - Janell, Debbie, Rick, Gary
Front - Darla, Carol, Me, Robbie
Front front - Bonnie, Lonnie

Monday, May 23, 2016


Have you noticed how many different kinds of speed bumps there are?  The long, gentle ones that barely slow you down and you hardly even notice or the high steep ones that shake your car no matter how slow you ease over them.  What about the ones that are one right after another, like 5 in a row.  Could there be anything more annoying?  Do they really serve a purpose?

I was thinking today how life has speed bumps.  They come in all shapes and sizes. Life speed bumps could be financial problems, poor health, relationship issues, spiritual or a loss of faith.  We all have them.  Usually when we find life is going smooth then BAM, we turn down the wrong road or get on the wrong path and we hit a bump that shakes us up.  Sometimes they are the smooth ones and take very little effort to get over and sometimes they are the kind that make us unsettled, irritable and hopeless.  Sometimes they are brought on by ourselves and sometimes there is no one to blame.

I've experienced a few of these life bumps in the road.  Honestly, some have been brought on by myself, but most are no my fault, "it's just life".  One thing is for sure, I've learned a lot from these bumps.  I try to enjoy and feel thankful for the smooth time in between.  I try to appreciate the peace that comes from a smooth road in between.

Speed bumps are put there to slow you down, to protect you and those around you.  Hmm..I guess the bumps in life could be compared to that.  I do know out of the toughest bumps I've had, God has been there to help me through it.  Sometimes I am stubborn and try to steer my way through things without any help.  I've learned that I need to ask for help and when I do he is there with both arms open eager to help.  Keep the faith my family and friends.  Proceed over the speed bumps with care knowing that they won't last forever and you have a Heavenly Father that loves you and is waiting to help you.  Just ask and he will be there.  Love you all!

Wednesday, May 11, 2016


This is  eight years ago.  I wanted a pool so bad so we purchased a nice above ground one. Craig, Becca, Nicole, Tyler and I worked so hard leveling a place to put it in the yard.  It wasn't fun at all, carrying blocks and hauling in dirt. We would start early and end late.  When it was done, it was like paradise for me.  As I think back on the experience I have a lump in my throat as I realize this was all for me.  I will never be able to explain my excitement of filling that thing with water for the first time.  I imagined pool parties and summer barbecues.  I loved it.  I would go out and just float and soak up the sunshine every chance I got.  

It brought back memories of my backyard when I was a young girl.  My Dad put up a pool in the backyard. He encircled it by a wood deck.  We truly had the best backyard in our entire 'College Park' tract.  He was clever and dug the center a little deeper so we had our deep end. My sisters and I would spend entire days swimming and playing games in that pool.  Marco Polo became a real nuisance for my Mom.  Fetching pennies and making whirlpools were also our favorites.  

This picture brings back memories of such fun times.  This is Kylie, she would climb in, always a little nervous and cling to me. She trusted me and I wouldn't let her go. I taught her to blow bubbles under the water this day.  

My pool got old, worn out and needed to go, It's going to be Summer soon and where I live it gets hot.  I can replace the pool but not the memories.  I will cherish my pool time with my sisters in our youth and always remember that I could hold my breath the longest.  I will also always cherish my pool time with my dear Grand daughter.  Love you Kylie!

Friday, May 6, 2016

Mother's Day

Below is my tribute to Mother's Day.  I found it while surfing the web.  It speaks loud of how all Mothers must feel, especially me.  Happy Mother's Day to all the special Mother's that have touched my life. Most importantly my own Mom, who above all else made me feel loved.

Mother to Daughter
We are sitting at lunch when my daughter casually mentions that she 
and her  husband are thinking of "starting a family". We're taking a survey," she says, half-joking. "Do you think I should have a baby?" "It will change your life," I say, carefully keeping my tone neutral.   
"I know," she says, "no more sleeping in on weekends, no more spontaneous vacations.." But that is not what I meant at all. I look at my daughter, trying to decide what to tell her.  
I want her to know what she will never learn in childbirth classes.  I want to tell her that the physical wounds of child bearing will heal, but that becoming a mother will leave her with an emotional wound so raw that she will forever be vulnerable. 
I consider warning her that she will never again read a newspaper without asking, "What if that had been MY child?"; that every plane crash, every house fire will haunt her; that when she sees pictures of starving children, she will wonder if anything could be worse than watching your child die. 
I look at her carefully manicured nails and stylish suit and think that no matter how sophisticated she is, becoming a mother will reduce her to the primitive level of a bear protecting her cub. That an urgent call of "Mom!" will cause her to drop a souffle or her best crystal without a moment's hesitation. I feel I should warn her that no 
matter how many years she has invested in  her career, she will be professionally derailed by motherhood. 
She might arrange for childcare, but one day she will be going into an important business meeting and she will think of her baby's sweet smell. She will have to use every ounce of her discipline to keep from running home, just to make sure her baby is alright. I want my daughter to know that everyday decisions will no longer be routine. That a five year old boy's desire to go to the men's room rather than the women's at McDonald's will become a major dilemma.  That right there, in the midst of clattering trays and screaming children, issues of independence and gender identity will be weighed against the prospect that a child molester may be lurking in that restroom. However, decisive she may be at the office, she will second-guess herself constantly as a mother. 
Looking at my attractive daughter, I want to assure her that eventually she will shed the pounds of pregnancy, but she will never feel the same about herself. That her life, now so important, will be of less value to her once she has a child.  That she would give it up in a moment to save her offspring, but will also begin to hope for more years - not to accomplish her own dreams, but to watch her children accomplish their dreams. I want her to know that a cesarean scar or shiny stretch marks will become badges of honor.  My daughter's relationship with her husband will change, but not in the way she thinks. I wish she could understand how much more you can love a man who is careful to powder the baby or who never hesitates to play with his child.  I think she should know that she will fall in love with him again for reasons she would now find very unromantic.
I wish my daughter could sense the bond she will feel with women throughout history who have tried to stop war, prejudice and drunk driving. I hope she will understand why I can think rationally about most issues, but become temporarily insane when I discuss the threat of 
nuclear war to my children's future. 
I want to describe to my daughter the exhilaration of seeing your child learn to ride a bike.  I want to capture for her the belly laugh of a baby who is touching the soft fur of a dog or a cat for the first time.  I want her to taste the joy that is so real it actually hurts. 
My daughter's quizzical look makes me realize that tears have formed in my eyes.  "You'll never regret it," I finally say. Then I reach across the table, squeeze my daughter's hand and offer a silent prayer for her, and for me, and for all of the mere mortal women who stumble their way into this most wonderful of callings. This blessed gift from God - that of being a Mother.

Wednesday, May 4, 2016


Blogging was such a good thing for me, it made me happy.  I don't know exactly why I stopped. Lazy pops into my brain, then I push it out.  I don't have an excuse but I will start over. 

So this is pretty awesome.  Yep, Nikki is preggo.  Little Leo will make an entrance sometime before the end of July.  Isn't he precious!  I can't believe the amazing images ultra-sounds can make these days.  I remember when ultra-sounds were thought to be dangerous.  haha.  I may of just aged myself a bit.  

  Craig and I got to travel to Loveland, Colorado last weekend to be with Kayla on her special day.  

I love this beautiful browned eyed girl!  Eight is great!

This Friday, Craig and I will be on the road to my sister Carol's house.  We'll be going to Tanner's baseball game and her husband Fred's Birthday Bash.  Expect alot of pictures.