Monday, December 29, 2008

Just Curious........

Would you rather...........

Have someone cook for you (personal chef)

OR

Have someone clean the house for you (maid)?


The rules are that you cannot just say "both", although that would be very nice.

If I had to choose one or the other, I would most definitely choose having a maid. It seems like I just run in circles all day picking up. I think that is the life of a mom with kids. You should see my house the last couple of days with the kids out of school! It looks like a bomb has gone off. I guess that is why in the song "It's beginning to look alot like Christmas" it says, "and Mom and Dad can hardly wait for school to start again!"

Thursday, December 18, 2008

26 Years Ago


This December marks 26 years ago that my brother Brian was killed in a snowmobile accident. It is so hard to believe that it happened 26 years ago. Brian was 12 when he was killed and I was 11. It just blows my mind that I have a child that is as old as Brian was when he died.

Christmas is such an exciting time of year, but always holds a little sadness for me too. I remember that day just like it was yesterday...

My Dad bought a snowmobile for Christmas that year. We were absolutely shocked and excited!! We lived out in the country with farm land all around us. We could drive the snowmobile off our property and onto the farmland that was owned by our neighbor.

December 28th -- That day as we ate lunch, we reminisced about fun things we used to do or places we had been. It was fun to sit around and talk and laugh. It seems like we laughed so much during lunch that day.

After lunch my sister Monica and I went and got on the snowmobile. (Brian was right between Monica and I in age order.) I remember that Brian wanted a turn after we had been on it for a little while. He came out to the field and asked if we would get off and let him have a turn. Every time he would get close to us we would drive up a little. Then we would say, "Okay, come here and you can have it". As soon as he would get close we would drive up a little more. I think that we eventually frustrated him to tears. That is one thing that I regret about that day.

Later that day, around 5:00 p.m., my mom poked her head out the door and told Brian that it was getting dark and that he should put the snowmobile away for the day. He told her that he wanted to take just one more ride. My cousin Daniel was on the back with him. They drove out into the field. A little later Daniel walked in the front door and said that they had been in a wreck. He said that they had just knocked the windshield off the machine.

Monica said she would go down and help Brian get the windshield back on. She left the house toward Brian and the machine. Brian was less than a 1/2 mile away. As she got close to Brian she could see that he was face down in the snow. She knew that he was seriously hurt and started running back up to the house. As she was running she was pulling off her coat and boots because they were slowing her down. She came in the house and told my mom. My mom and sister Lisa quickly got dressed and I followed right along. I wanted to go so badly that I remember putting on boots that were way too small, because they were the closest thing I could find. We hopped in the car and drove down the road and into a neighbors driveway. From there we had to run into the field. Every step we would take in the snow would cause us to sink up to our knee.

When we finally reached Brian, my Mom and Lisa immediately started CPR on him. As they did CPR, blood was coming out of Brian's mouth. My Mom had a yellow work glove that she would wipe his mouth off with. Every time they would push on his chest it would make gurgling sounds. I will never forget that sound. I remember my Mom saying over and over, "Come on Brian".

My mom quickly sent me to call the ambulance. I ran to the Reed's house (praying out loud all the way) and told them what had happened. I remember that Bro. Reed ran to get his coat and flashlight. He had to go downstairs and he only touched about 2 stairs on the way down. His wife called the ambulance and her mother-in-law to come help.

It seems like it took forever for the ambulance to get there. I remember my sister Lynette showing up to see what had happened. I will never forget the way her faced looked with the ambulance lights reflecting on it. By now my Dad was there. I tried to get in the ambulance with my Mom, Dad, and Brian and they wouldn't let me.

We went home and prayed and waited. When we received the dreaded call from the hospital that Brian had died, I was so angry. I tipped over an orange chair sitting near the phone. Both my sister Pauline and I were pushing things over.

I will never forget the sad looks on my parents faces when they came home from the hospital.

In the accident, Brian and Daniel hit a sprinkler pipe on wheels. Brian was on the front and hit the pipe with his neck. The force broke his trachea (wind pipe).

Here is a picture of the type of sprinkler pipe.

Here is a picture of the location where it all took place.

Daniel said that after they were in the accident he saw Brian standing there and he asked him if he was okay. Brian told him that we was fine. The doctors told my parents that Brian was killed instantly when he hit the pipe. We know that Daniel witnessed something special that night.

I am grateful to know that I will be able to see and be with my brother Brian again.


Last year my sister received a phone call from a girl that she went to High School with. Long story short, the girl had purchased a used Book of Mormon from the D.I. for her daughter. When she opened the front cover there was a testimony written in it. It just so happened to be a testimony written by my brother Brian around the time he was killed. She gave the Book of Mormon to my sister, who gave it to my parents. In the special testimony that he had written it says that he loves his family along with some other wonderful things. We all cried when we saw it and read it. What a special gift.

Friday, December 12, 2008

Funny little bug

Haley always says such funny things. She gets really embarrassed when I laugh hard at what she says. She thinks I am laughing at her like she has done something stupid. I have to be careful not to make her feel that way. Here are three of her latest "funnies"...

"Mom, why did Heavenly Father make dad and Jace with tails?" Now how in the world am I supposed to respond to that? I just about laughed my head right off!

"Mom you are getting older. Pretty soon you are going to be my grandma." I must look like quite the "old bag" to her.

A couple of nights ago I told Haley that dad was on his way home from work. She was so excited and went to the front window to watch for him. Cars kept driving by and she was mumbling under her breath, "No, not dad". She was getting more frustrated as cars kept going by and it wasn't dad. Soon, another car went by and she said, "No, not dad.....Damn it!" Once again how am I supposed to respond to that when she has clearly heard me say it. I explained to her that it was not a nice word and she should not say it. I'm surprised she didn't call me on it.

Thursday, December 11, 2008

Decorate and then redecorate

Every year when we pull out our Christmas tree we just have to laugh at it. It is a "special" tree. I don't mean "special" in a good way. I bought our tree 12 years ago at a garage sell for 5 bucks (they just about gave it to me for free). Each year I threaten to throw it out after Christmas and buy a new one for next year. I know that you can get an artificial tree for pretty cheap after Christmas. The only problem is after Christmas we are just plan out of dough. The tree is definitely a kids tree. The ornaments are either homemade or inherited. Let's talk about how I inherited some of them. My parents used to own apartments. One year a tenant moved out and left some things behind. Yep, you guessed it...some Christmas decorations and they are now mine.(ugly Christmas ball ornaments and a few other uglies). My mom gave them to me (thanks mom). So, if the tree gets tipped over or if a ball falls off and gets crushed, I'm not shedding a single tear. I guess when you have little kids, that's the way it should be. It is their tree.

I have such a helpful little daughter. She is constantly rearranging the Christmas tree for me. Here is a picture of her latest creation. Nicely done Haley!

Wednesday, December 10, 2008

Fun outing

John took Haley to the river to feed the ducks recently. She had a blast with him, as you can tell. He is a great dad!!

The chase is ON!


Haley is a brave little toot!

Monday, December 8, 2008

I have a question...

I have noticed on some blogs that it shows the blogger when their friends or family posted a message last. I would like to see when people have posted their last message so I don't have to go into their blog if I have already read it. Does anyone know how to add that? Or does anyone know what the crap I am talking about?

Monday, December 1, 2008

Old, Ancient, Antique

Well, I am officially one year older. I turned the big 3-7 yesterday. YIKES! My kids look at me and think that I am just ancient. There are days that I feel ancient.

Time just seems to tick on by at a high rate of speed these days. It seems like we just celebrated my birthday and here it is again!!

I was teasing my mom the other day about the day that I was born. It just so happens that my mom is a total saint which makes this story even more funny. Well, when my mom went into labor with me, my dad was out of town. She had a neighbor lady drive her to the hospital. On the way there, they stopped off at my Grandma A's house, because she wanted to go with them. They knocked on her door for several minutes and she never answered. They finally decided they better just go without her. I was just about born in the neighbor's car. When they got to the hospital the nurse gave my mom some medicine that made her completely loopy. Here's the good part...my mom kept letting "swear words" fly off her lips. I guess the words she was saying are the two favorites, "Damn it and Hell". Who hasn't said those words a time or two or fifty? Okay, in my case maybe a lot more. I think I lost count. I think that having kids does that to you. So, I like to give my mom a hard time and tell her that is why I turned out the way I did. I tease her that the first words I heard her say were "swear words". She never comments, she just laughs.


I was bald for a long long time. It reminds me of Brynn when she was a little baby.

I think I had this lovely hair-do thanks to my sister Monica who cut it for me. She was always cutting people's hair. I think she should have gone to beauty school.

I remember when I was in Primary and they would sing to you for your birthday. I was always mortified when they would sing..."This month is such a special one it's birthday time for you. We'd really like to celebrate your happy day with you. (Here comes the bad part) Zip-a-dee-ay and HEIDI-ho there's something we can do. We'll sing a song that we all know, Happy Birthday to you!" One time while they were singing it, my friends were kind of teasing me about having my name in the song. They would point to me during that part of the song. I could not stop laughing and my face felt so red. Finally one of the primary leaders had to ask us to be quiet and then I was even more embarrassed.