I have to give out some
love to my sis....
She is such a great example to me and being six years older than me I really can look up to her. She is a great mom who is raising 4 amazing, beautiful girls. She is always ready to kick the soccer ball around, get down on the floor and wrestle, make any craft with her crazy crafting skills, she'll paint a room in one hour and have everything put back together in two, she lives out of her car, which means she drives to countless soccer games, practices, basketball games, practices, dance, school activities, birthday parties, work, and anywhere else you ask her to go. She looks after my grammie who is 86 years old. She gets her groceries, takes her to Dr. appointments, shopping, and anything else that she needs her to do. She has had a very sick daughter this week, (hugs to Shay) taken my grammie shopping, worked, ran Kenadie everywhere, taken care of all her mom duties, and also taken care of ME....
I called her yesterday (I am ill, with no voice, a barking cough and ready for the iron lung) to see if she would ask her PA some questions about my illness. She was getting my symptoms, what the Dr. had told me, what meds I was on, and so on. She said that she would call me right back with some answers, and that she did. She knew when I called that her PA was gone, and her Dr. was gone too, but she never hesitated one bit. I later found out that her ran to another building to find a Dr. that could answer my questions. She gave me answers, advice and offered to drive one hour to come and get my kids to stay with her. What a wonderful sis I have. She has so much on her plate and
STILL she serves. Endlessly. She has called me three times since just to make sure that I am ok...I am so lucky to have a sister like her. I could call her at any second of the day and she would be there. I love her so much! Hugs and kisses to Lynnie...my sis......
Do you know when you wake up from dreaming and you are sitting there thinking, WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT? That's what happened to me last night. I have always been a dreamer mostly bad dreams but some are just crazy. Ok, here is goes. I had a dream that Gary Coleman was throwing silver confetti on my lawn and yelling "here you go, do you like that!" (please us the classic Gary Coleman voice as you say that and throughout this post!) I was outside on my porch and I was asking him "what are you doing?" and he just kept yelling "here you go, do you like that!" I sad, "NO. I don't" and then I got scared so I ran in the house and called the police and they said go tell him if he wants to go to jail then keep it up. So I yelled that to him he said, "ohh ya, then take this" and he backed up his big black truck and dumped a huge load of more silver confetti on my lawn. The yelling continued and I said "fine, I am calling the police again." and then I woke up. Now in dream land this lasted I swear like 4 hours. I was so scared of Mr. Coleman. What the heck was that???
It's amazing what some Mod Podge, paper, drapes, ribbon, and dish towels can do for a room. 
OHH YEAH!!
How sweet it is! Well JW is hoarse and sore from yelling and pumping his fists. He has this condition of yelling at the top of his lungs when anything goes right or wrong. If you know JW you are laughing reading that last sentence because you all know that he is not a talker, and is usually very shy. But something happens when he watches the Utes and he blossoms into a screaming, yelling, jumping up and down, pumping his fists man. Every time Dylan would hear his dad yelling he would come running and they would do this ritual hand slapping and then a hug. It became a little game for Dill and JW was loving it. A kind of Father Son bonding moment.