Thursday, June 23, 2011
The mugs I got at the dollar store, they are super strong and sturdy. Try saying that 3 times fast! It is hard to see the writing, so I will tell you what it says. For Clayton's dad I put "Grandpa" with a picture of an elk since he is an avid hunter. For my dad it says "K7BSU" with a heart since he is an avid Ham radio guy. I am sure that is the technical term for that too lol. Also my dad is right handed, and the father in law is left, so I tried to put the vinyl on accordingly. Of course, the vinyl was cut using my Silhouette to make the stencil. I filled them up with Reese's pieces to go with the tags of course. I think they turned out pretty stinkin cute!
Ok, parents, its that time of year again! Summer break... sometimes fun, sometimes frustrating, and all to often a little bit boring! At least it gets that way at my house. I don't know why they are so bored, but I am tired of hearing those dreaded words: "there is nothing to do!" So in comes my summer plan to beat the boredom and
My hubby came up with the idea of a chore chart with a small incentive. I have never been one to believe that kids should be paid an allowance for doing chores. They live here too, so why should they get paid is my philosophy. It was time to
Saturday, June 4, 2011
Thursday, June 2, 2011
|Mom and two of my babies|
On Mother's Day I lost my wonderful, beautiful mom. She had scerosis of the liver (crazy since she had never had a drink) that was caused by auto immune diseases that fought her liver and won. She went to the hospital with excrutiating pain, and we discovered that she had an obstructed bowel. They were hesitant to do surgery because her liver was so bad. I never realized how much our liver is responsible for. She was retaining fluid, not just a little either, they drained out 13 lbs from her abdomen, and left at least the same amount in (apparently there is some law about how much fluid can be removed from a person), not once but three times in the two weeks she was in the hospital. That is a crazy amt of fluid, and was so uncomfortable for her as well.
|Mom and I when I was a baby|
She was, unarguably, my best friend next to my husband. The woman was amazing, and I adored her. We talked every day on the phone, and I took her closeness for granted. I can't tell you how many times I have picked up the phone to share some silly story, some exciting tidbit, or, just to hear her voice. Clayton has always given me a hard time that I called her for advice, even if he had already given me the same advice, that I took it more to heart if I heard it from my mom. He wasn't completley right, but I did almost always ask her what she thought about anything I was concerned about.
I am greatful that I at least got to say goodbye. She was in the hospital for two weeks and I spent as much of that time as I could with her. Even when she first went in and we didn't know what was wrong, I had this feeling that I wasn't going to have her for long. I am still in shock I think. This is one of those things that happens to other people, not me! How horrible is that thought? It just doesn't seem possible, she was only 63. I am so thankful for the knowledge that I will see her again. I am so greatful to know that she is out of pain and happy now. I love the fact that families can be together, and I am going to do everything in my power to be sure that I am worthy to see her again.
I miss her so badly, it is hard to get through the day most days. I keep thinking that should be letting up some. That life should be getting back to normal sometime soon, but I feel like the opposite is happening. I have been told by friends that have lost their moms that it doesn't really ever get easier, just more bearable. I know it sort of seems like that is the same thing, but for the first time in my life I get it. I wish I didn't have to, but I do understand what that means.
|Isn't she stunning? This was her engagment picture|