Friendship and Pie

Sometimes I wonder what I am doing. I sit in a class room (re) learning DOS for my job and think back to high school when we had to ask for permission to print something off with the ridiculous printer that was fed up through both sides. Now we just print where ever. Computers are different and life has moved at a pace that is somewhat unbelievable.

Summer has started it is the first summer I haven't been home with my kiddos for a long period of time. Kind of makes me sad. I wonder why cant I be at home with my boys and watch movies, play games and go get a burger. Then I realize DOS is calling my name and here I sit...next to a guy who dresses pretty well and has a great sense of humor. Somehow he understands me although he is a JEW (not meant derogatorily) and has no children (God children do count though for him). It is funny how he has given me a vote of confidence in my abilities and the fact that I may be smarter than I thought. I mean my sisters are tremendously smart....like genius...and my oldest brother is just as smart. My two younger brothers...well that is another story, but they are cool???!!!! My kids are super smart too. Brenda and John are so smart they often talk over my head (although I try not to show it). Makayla and Jake know so much about mechanics of things I cant see what they are doing and Laura is an amazing artist (I cant draw for crap).

Work has this training program and I realized half way through that I AM smart. I can grasp things, retain, use again. I often felt like I could not retain and use again. This gentleman (yes he is very nice yet quirky) has encouraged me, I am sure he does not know how he has impacted me.

On the other side of me is a lovely woman who often asks me to help her, I feel so unqualified but I realize that she needs some guidance. I try really hard to help. I don't think she realizes how smart she is, although she has been sick for the last week. She has been supportive also. She has helped me find the smarts in myself. She is spunky, asks me questions about my religion and tries to understand as I try to understand her. I love talking to her and spending time chatting with her. She makes me see that life is so full of different people and friendship comes in all ways, shapes and forms.

Friendship is a cool thing, makes the world go round. Makes me see that I am not as obnoxious as I thought. I also have to remember that judgment of others is not a good thing, we don't always know what others have been through. I have a very hard time with this sometimes. There is a person right now who really works on my nerves and I have to really try to keep my mouth shut. Shutting my mouth when being verbally attacked (well very snide like and annoyingly in a somewhat funny yet condescending tone). I personally loath condescending tones, I don't mind using them in jest but when you are making the comments directed at me and my abilities I may have to hurt you. Then I think maybe this person doesn't know me and what I am like and going through.

 

So again back to here I sit and wonder again if I am friend enough to those around me. I hope that I am. I work hard at listening, understanding, helping, supporting; although at times I have to really struggle to do those things. I have to remember that often what is important to somebody else may not be important to me but that impacts their life. I have to consciously pay attention and remember to step out of my zone and enter their lives to help, listen and be supportive.

 

 

Enough of that here is something I love...friends who text late at night to tell you they are dropping off a pie!!! YES A PIE!!! Strawberry pie to be exact with the whipped topping....

 





I didn't even get a picture of its deliciousness before we ate it. The strawberries were so sweet and wonderful and great amounts of happiness ensued....Oh and I hear it was made by the hubby of a wonderful little lady (who made some beautiful little ladies!!) This is what friends are for...PIE!

Amazing sisters and frightening lady parts

My sister came this last weekend. It was nice to have her here. Although 3 days is enough (she will agree to this!) I think in our family we have a standing rule 3 days and you get lost. Dont get me wrong we love each other fiercely but more than 3 days...well time to go somewhere else.

I was thinking how life is so different for all of us. I was chatting with a friend the other day and the comment was made that we all have trials but some of us have worse ones than others. I had to ponder on this for a bit. I think we all have trials, tribulations, crap whatever you want to call it; for each of us it is different. I certainly do not want the struggles of anyone else. I figure mine are made for me, how ever they come. I have enough stamina to take care of them, and they make me better.

For instance one of my sisters has a surprise baby coming ( I am super excited about it) but for her it is a struggle. She has plenty to do in her life with 3 other (amazing) kiddos, but I know its a tough one for her. I remember when I got pregnant with Jakob I thought I would die. I cried for 4 months and didnt tell anyone, it was one of the most difficult times of my life. Yet everyday I would be amazed at that baby growing, although I was slowly dying (literally). So every day I send good warm thoughts to my sister and her growing baby. I know she is much healthier than I was, but pregnancy is difficult for her. She amazes me. She is so smart and talented. I have often wanted to be more like her, alas this is something I will never accomplish, she is far too cool.

So on a another note, totally off topic from my amazing sisters. Why do girls think that wearing spandex leggings are ok? I mean seriously if you are working out I dont want to see your lady parts through your workout clothes. This particular girl is amazingly strong but I am so distracted by her fanny and lady cave show that I often have to stop and laugh. This does not help in my (hideous) workout, I have to keep up. Keeping up is hard in Boot Camp. 60 mins of death....sorrow....frustration, but I keep going. Someday I will be able to keep up and maybe get into shape.

If you are out there working out, take a minute to bend over in the mirror and make sure that nobody can see your lady cave or bum hole when you bend over, just and FYI for all of us behind you.

Grown up Girl

My girl graduated this week. She is so awesome! I knew she was smart but she graduated with a 3.7 gpa for all of her semesters through school. She is amazing!

She has achieved a lot in her few years. Brenda works and is now a manager at her work. Sure its fast food but its a start to a great beginning base of working steady. She pays her way and is super responsible. I didnt cry until she walked across the stage and then i teared up. 

Here she is with her super proud dad, me and her aunt Sarah. Life has just begun for her and I am excited to see where it goes.

For her graduation we got her a ring with her birthstone and ours on each side. I wanted her to be able to know we love her everyday. It was something I wanted to have made for her about a year ago. Shane and I went to the jeweler to find the right ring and got it made. It was a surprise we gave it to her after her birthday and before her graduation. She loves it. 

At this point you would think that I would have some baby pictures of her but that means I have to go through all of the pictures I have and I am not going to do that. So for now this is what you get my pretty girl and her boy

Maybe when he gets back from his mission this boy will be her man, dare I say husband? ugh Is it possible she may be ready for that in a couple of years?

ugh cute/gross?!