What would I do...

Sunday morning I left for church leaving Senor DaSilva at home not feeling very well. We had gone camping over the weekend for our Ward camp out and had returned with him complaining that he was feeling under the weather. I was just thinking he was catching a bug. In the middle of sacrament meeting I get a text from John asking me to return home because he was having chest pain and pain in in his left arm with shortness of breath. He wanted to go to the hospital to check it out. I am thinking why didn't you just call an ambulance. I asked him and he said that he would only go if I took him.

After several test; a night in a uncomfortable bed, poking and prodding and many hours of worry we returned home with a strong heart and instructions to lose a few pounds, turn off the cell phone at 6:00pm, learn to relax, and enjoy life. John had been stressed to the max with work and needs to learn to take one day at a time.

I am so grateful that all is well with Senor DaSilva. I don't know what I would have done if it had been something more. I was very upset at all of the possibilities that could have come from all of this. I am counting my blessings with every minute that passes. Because WHAT WOULD I DO... WITH OUT MY SWEET SENOR DASILVA?

Holy Crap!

Slow down! Don’t take that turn so fast! Remember to stay to your right! Uhhh… that was a stop sign. Look out there is a ditch right there as you turn…. HOLY CRAP!
OK I think you should have your Daddy take you next time.

Audriana got her drivers permit yesterday and went for her first spin to Albertsons (the long way) and I got to go with her. We had a very exciting drive to and from the store. Over all I think she did well, just a few adjustments and we were back on track. Although I think I will let her dad take her a few places and get some of her heart stopper moves out of her driving technique .

I wonder if my mom had as many HOLY CRAP moments. I am guessing that there were several. I am sure they were not just due to my driving abilities either.

Bless all of the mothers out there that teach their children to drive and all those people that are in their path; that they will move out of the way to clear a safe passage for the learning.

Joining a league

This last weekend we went bowling with our friends The Francis family. We had lots of fun bowling, eating & visiting. Most of all I have to tell you that I pasted my average score of 62 to a 112. Yeah, I Rock! I couldn't believe it, as you could have guess neither could Senor DaSilva. He was eating my dust. I know that a 112 is not a very high score but like I said when your average is 62 Well.... need I said say more.

Where has my little boy gone?

Devin turns 13 this month and will officially be a teenager. (yikes!) He is really excited, humm...

I on the other hand am having a little trouble with him growing up to fast. Look at his sweet face and tell me you just don't want to just pinch those cheeks. If you tried it now you will hear nothing but protest.

Yesterday I was dropping him off at school and he was getting out and I say to him (like everyday) "Remember who you are and have a good day Poppy (his nick name) I love you!" In return all I ask is a simple "I love you too mom" but NO... yesterday he simply said "Yo, peace out Mom!" WHAT THE HECK WAS THAT ALL ABOUT! I sat there looking at the back of his head as he walked away thinking to myself, Where has my little Boy gone? It's bad enough that I have to get over the fact he is a teen, but do they have to make such big changes all at once? OK maybe I just can't admit that it is me that is growing to old to fast. I still miss my Baby Boy.

I am sure there are going to be repercussions from this post so pray for me.

The spending never ends

Our poor house cooler bit the dust this week and summer in my eyes is not over just yet. So needless to say we decided to buy it now instead of waiting until next summer; when it might be tighter on the funds with all of the activities and vacations going on. Not to mention I am sitting here sweating and I am only moving my fingers. John Said he will hook it all up in the morning, it is going to be a very LONG NIGHT!

Good Old Days!

This was taken several years after we lived there. Hence the need of a paint job and a few other things. I am told that this house was once the old school house in town. Grandpa bought it and then they moved it to where it sit now.

I was going through some old photos and I ran across one of our old farm house in Lovell, WY. it was also the house that my Dad grew up in. Dad and Grandpa used to raise cattle and grow beats. I only lived in this house until I was 5 but I still have some very fond memories. Mostly of my Mother, being that I was 5 and not aloud to roam to far from her side. I remember her standing in the kitchen making dinner or washing dishes while I played in the big orange padded toy box under the window.

I remember her driving the beat truck and her telling me not to lean on the door because I could fall out... and I did! Right into a ditch. (luck had it that it was dry, thank goodness!) Mom, of course then said "It serves you right!" (in her loving way)

There was a day I remember the basement had flooded and it backed up the sewage and someone had to clean it out. Humm... I sat at the top of the stairs and watched her standing in knee high waste with rubber boots that came to her chest. She then shoveled it all out and then washed everything down. I am sure that if it had been me I would have just moved, to avoid having to do what she did. She was always such a hard worker and thinking of what she could do next.

I remember laying in bed upstairs and her laying next to me as we waited for Dad to come in with the fresh milk. She then explained to me why it was not a good choice I made on cutting off my left ponytail, just because I couldn't get the rubber band off. Needless to say I had a hair cut that was not very flattering for a girl. I sure do miss her sweet face and voice.

Indeed it was!

This was written by Nienie's sister Jane and I was so touched by the her simple story of a Sunday afternoon. I certainly can see the gospel radiate in this family. It has a wonderful message of remembering to be grateful to the Lord everyday of your life. The simple things that make our lives worth while sometimes do get over looked. Enjoy!



August 31, 2008

She's Wouldn't Have Missed It
When our simple Sunday meal of enchiladas, cooked beans and tossed salad was consumed, Lucy and I cleaned up the kitchen while our husbands occupied the children in our gigantic covered-in-astro-turf playroom."I miss Steph." She said as she reached up above her head to put away a cookie tray.I thought about it.I didn't feel the same. In fact, in this past week I've felt my sister near to me, sometimes when chaos consumed and always in very quiet moments. As my mother whispered in my ear one week ago as we took that fateful (FATEFUL!) long (LONG!) trip through the desert to Utah, "Steph will be wherever her children are." And with that, I felt an extra arm around my shoulder, as if my gracious little sister was assuring me that she'd be along for the ride.I know that Stephanie's body is working on survival. I know that a portion of her spirit resides there, keeping her heart beating, allowing for her body to heal, but I cannot deny that she is also here still raising her chickens through her sisters. This adds to my theory that the soul defies earthly logic, being able to be in two places at once, a thought which gives me much peace right now.After dinner was cleaned up it started to rain. We took all the children outside and tagged around on the front lawn. Thanks to Gustav, the rain intensified until we had a genuine down pour on our heads. Brave Jane was the only one who insisted on staying out, so we put her to good use by fetching not-yet-ripe apples from the backyard.Our fun continued when Uncle T arrived in macho fashion in his Unimog. Ollie insisted on a ride and was allowed front seating as they paraded around the block. I know he imagined himself an "army guy" in his "army pants" saving the world from "bad guys."Chup produced his remote control cars and chased us around the house. Even Uncle Ric screamed like a siren, until a determined Gigs literally put his foot down (on the car).When more cousins showed up, the playroom turned into a dance club where docile Claire twirled around the room to the beat of Bette Midler's Blueberry Pie--a family classic.
Oh, Blueberry Pie, sad and shy,won't you come out of your shell?Life is swell, so are you!Please don't be so very blue.
After burning off hours of energy the children started to slow down. Chup let them make beds in the den and watch a movie. We had a short celebration that tomorrow was a holiday, which is better punctuated by NO SCHOOL! Jane was the last to fall asleep asking for apples, peanut butter and a request for me to move Ollie who had rolled in his sleep across her pillow.I ended the day talking to Mom in Mesa while watching the steady rain fall underneath the street lamp from my front window. Mom is weary even though all is going as expected. Christian is healing well. Steph's progress is slow."Remember to be grateful for the Lord every day of your life." She said to me in a tired voice.Just before I sat down to write I double checked all of my babies. I kissed each one and whispered a little secret in their ear. The Chief was sleeping mouth opened wide. I stood and watched him for awhile."It was a nice day." I whispered out loud in the quiet nursery."Indeed it was." I felt Steph reply back.