Bees, Sherlock, Middle fingers?!

John has been allergic to bees and wasps since he was about 2. The first time he got stung he was 2 and we rushed him to the hospital because he was ballooning up and covered in hives. It was a scary time. I told him since then he couldnt go outside without shoes on ever. Well this last weekend he decided he was a big man and went outside without shoes...you bet he got stung. I got a call at work stating he was covered in hives, itchy and the epi-pen had been used. In fact the epi-pen had been JAMMED into the boys leg to assure him that he will be ok!

By the time I got home he was puffy and covered from head to toe with hives. Needless to say a good dose of Benadryl and some sleep brought him under control. I must say that boy is enough to kill me sometimes. He braved it so well. I slept with him that night just to make sure he was ok. We ended up sleeping until about 11 am the next morning and missed Stake Conference. I think its probably ok as we all had a very long night. The next day he had a knot in his throat and slept a lot but by the evening he was fine.

Life around our house has been a bit crazy. This last Saturday I got to have all the kids on my bed. Shane bought me a king size bed when we moved into this new place. All of the kids fit on the bed! Its fun when we can all hang together. As we were laying there all of a sudden Jake says "Lay down with me Watson!" And he keeps quoting the Sherlock Holmes movie with Robert Downey Jr. Talk about a hysterical moment. That kid comes out with the darnedest things. We all started laughing...he thought he was the funniest kid ever...he pretty much is!

Yesterday John came home from school with a complaint. Seems they have these things called smart boards at school where you can control it with your fingers. The board is like a touch screen in front of the class. John has always had a habit of pointing with his middle finger. This is something he has done since he was little. My father, grampy and grammy as well point with their middle finger. In any case, its a bit of a cultural thing. (New Englanders will understand) The teacher got into a tizzy about him using his middle finger...so John turns and says " blame it on my Papa and call my mom if there is a problem." I have had to talk to teachers every year he has gone to school about the middle finger pointing thing. He says that pointing with your first finger is just weird, not right are his words.

Shane made a cooler box for the back of the truck for hunting season. This is kind of the coolest (pun intended thing I have ever seen. Shane is just organized enough to build something with in a reasonable amount of money that can save us a ton of meat come hunting season. John is painting it white...in the background Shane and Jake are trimming the tree......

The tree in the yard needed to be trimmed a bit. It was a tough job for the boy but hey...a bit of hard work is good for him. 

Such is life at the Henrie house right now....I have other stories but...alas...its late.

Hanging Softly, Beautiful Art, Birthday

So this last week i got a comment on my blog something about how i shouldnt hurt peoples feelings or i should care about it...LISTEN...I am old and I dont care. I dont have time to get offended by people any more. I dont have the where with all to deal with the frustrations of life, let alone if people are offended by me. I am who I am it has taken me a long time to learn to like my self. I have learned a certain amount of tact in the last 10 years or so, so if you havent seen me in that amount of time you may be remiss in assuming that I intentionally hurt peoples feelings. I do NOT in any way intentionally hurt peoples feelings. I just dont have a lot of time to sugar coat things. I never have and I sort of like that about myself.

In the mean time here are some awesome pictures of my life:

These were taken last sunday. Shane kneels down to have his morning prayer before we go to church and usually Jake is on the bed watching and waiting...what for do you ask? For the keys to the van so he can start it. I can hope that something is sinking into that boys head. I find it funny that he is so interested in waiting for those keys...

The two previous pictures are the light fixtures in the Relief Society room at church. I found them really beautiful last Sunday. They were so serene and lovely just hanging softly from the ceiling. I wished that I could have something like that in my house someday. I just wanted to lay under them and enjoy them. So Brenda took a couple of photos of them...just look at how lovely they are....

I caught this little miss drawing... just doodling...a lovely picture. She hadnt finished it but when it was done i had her take a photo of it. I have no words for it. I am astounded at her talent. I want to frame it but I am afraid I cannot steal it from her yet. Ms. Laura cannot write her feelings or say her feelings very well but she sure can express herself otherwise.

The finished product......

look at that color in the butterfly

And another.....

talent i surely do not have

Also she has the most beautiful hair in the world...THE MOST BEAUTIFUL!! I cant stand it, I consider myself the maker of that hair.

We then celebrated Shanes birthday...He is older than me by 20 days, the kids surprised him with his favorite Oreos and Milk...life was good for him and Jake as they shared the whole package together on a night when nobody was home. 

All that being said my birthday is coming and I am not sure I want it too. The last few years have been some of the best ones. I have had wonderful surprises from friends. This year we shall see what happens. I am in a new place a bit unsure of our standing here and how long we will be here. I dont really know anyone yet in our ward. Maybe this time i will lay low and chill....just chill 

Filter and what matters

Life has been calm at the Henrie house lately. Which makes me wonder when the next huge issue will come up. Then I am quickly reminded of this below....

 

 

People who know me are aware that my filter is not there most of the time. I cant say as it really matters to me except when I am at work and have to be a "good girl". I have found that taking a few seconds to stop and take the time to process what I am going to say makes for a much easier life.

 

Then again I like who I am most of the time. I like the fact that I personally don't care much what people think. It has taken a lot of years to get to this point. I used to care but I think I got old. I found the ones who like me and I am good with that.

 

Most of all I found that Heavenly Father and Shane like me the way I am. This is a big thing for me. Sure I struggle with life, people in general, children, family whatever but in the end I really only care that 2 people in my life like me the way I am. Shane and Heavenly Father. They both know when to correct me each in a different way, both lovingly. They both care what I think, who I am, when I am happy, sad, depressed, crying....whatever the situation I am loved unconditionally by them both. In turn I love them the same. True Shane drives me crazy sometimes but in the end he is not a bad guy to hang with for a while....

 

So as you know who I am and know that I will probably not be changing any time soon be aware that my filter is slowly deteriorating with time and I am ok with that. So have a bit of empathy for an old lady (my birthday is soon, I am feeling old)....

 

What about you are there people in your life who matter? Can you narrow it down to the important people? Have you come to a point in life where you are ok with yourself? What can you do to get there? I think a big part of it is age...aged to perfection must be a real thing....