The Past Year

Well, it has almost been a year since we moved back to Utah. I have not thought it was a bad idea once in the past year. Willie, the kids, and I have grown so much in the past year. We are all a lot happier here in Vernal. Willie and I felt in Arizona like something was missing and we now know what that was. We where missing the quality time of just hanging out with the extended families here in Utah. We both grew up fishing and hiking and camping for just never where able to do those things with our kids in Arizona. But things have so changed. Spring is here again and today we said lets go for a picnic. We got some sandwich stuff together and some chips, water and off we went. about 20 minutes later and we had this view.



We had a lot of fun just eating lunch next to a lake and letting the kids have some time in the outdoors. It is so nice living so close that we can just do these short afternoon trips. I truly missed going to the mountains.

We are so happy here, and with the changes we have made in our life.

My Theme Songs.

I really like Jo Dee Messina's music. For the past 4 or 5 years my theme song as been "Bring On The Rain", for things that have happened. I found the video on Youtube tonight.



But for things that are going on right now my theme song lately has been "My give a damns busted". Found the video for that one too. Enjoy!

My Marybeth

Today I was cleaning out our van. The kitten thought I needed some help. Anyway while cleaning the van I found a bag that I had been missing one trip after Walmart. It had 2 jump ropes and some bubbles in it. (Yes the very back of my van had that much crap in it. I think it has been since before Christmas that I have really cleaned it out. Its been cold! Still getting use to it.) I gave the girls their jump ropes which they where very excited about.


I saw Marybeth swing hers over her head after awhile of using it for jumping. I asked her what game she was playing and the response was priceless. Well worth the dollar I paid on the jump rope. She told me "I am using it to round up all the cows, and horses... oh and zebras." I could not help but laugh. For those of you who don't get to spend much time around Marybeth she loves horses and loves the cowgirl clothing at the western store. So the horse and cow part of the statement was not surprising to me. It was the zebra part that she threw in too. Just thought I would tell everyone about my Marybeth.

From God's Arms To My Arms To Yours.

When I first heard that song... it said exactly what I was feeling and I didn't feel alone any more.

It's a Baby not a choice

So my friend posted a bulletin on Myspace that made me think of this sweet baby to the left. This story made me sick and cry. Here it is:

FW:

If you're gonna act like an adult by having sex, then be prepared to handle the consequences. Think before you act.







Just reading this makes me sick to my stomach that a woman would do this to their child!


In September 1993, Brenda Pratt Shafer, a registered nurse with thirteen years of experience, was assigned by her nursing agency to an abortion clinic. Since Nurse Shafer considered herself "very pro-choice," she didn't think this assignment would be a problem.



She was wrong


This is what Nurse Shafer saw:

"I stood at the doctor's side and watched him perform a partial-birth abortion on a woman who was six months pregnant. The baby's heartbeat was clearly visible on the ultrasound screen. The doctor delivered the baby's body and arms, everything but his little head. The baby's body was moving. His little fingers were clasping together. He was kicking his feet. The doctor took a pair of scissors and inserted them into the back of the baby's head, and the baby's arms jerked out in a flinch, a startle reaction, like a baby does when he thinks that he might fall. Then the doctor opened the scissors up. Then he stuck the high-powered suction tube into the hole and sucked the baby's brains out. Now the baby was completely limp. I never went back to the clinic. But I am still haunted by the face of that little boy. It was the most perfect, angelic face I have ever seen.




But what about if the baby had been aborted at a younger age.. say 6 weeks? When the baby is this young, doctors use the Saline Method, where they inject a salty saline solution into the mother's womb. You would think it would just poison the baby, but it actually burns it to death. Even though the baby is so young, on ultrasounds of the abortion, the fetus is seen pulling away from the poison as it is injected.. obviously wanting to stay alive.(The baby is intelligent enough to move away from the pain..but the child can't escape it.



Think about that before you say that unborn children can't feel pain.


PASS THIS ON IF YOU BELIEVE ABORTION IS WRONG.


Life is life, no matter how small

A baby cries for it's first and last time when it's aborted
You can deny it, but its true.


A baby is a living thing

ITS A BABY, NOT A CHOICE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Repost this with the title It's a Baby not a choice


So here are my thoughts. When I read stories like this one the face above comes into my head. Then how that face as grown in the past 11 years, in August. When I went threw this whole ordeal abortion was never an option for me. To be honest at 17 keeping the special spirit really was not on my mind either. The only thing I could think of was finding a special family for her. Which I believe in my heart I did.

This is her one year picture. She has always had such spunk. The father wanted me to have an abortion. Some people think it is ok if you have been raped. Well, I would disagree. I was date raped. I can not believe women get ride of their babies in such ways. More than that I can't believe people who go to school for so many years and call them self a doctor could actually preform basically murder and then go to sleep at night with out any guilt.

There are so many couples out there that want children but can't have them for one reason or another. I have members of my family with that problem.

As you can tell this is a touchy subject with me. I will get off my soap box now. I just wanted to put a face to this story for others.

School

I took this picture this morning in front of the school. Today we registered John for Kindergarten. He was pretty excited, if you couldn't tell. One more child is off to school this fall. It is weird to think that in a year all 4 kids will be in school, 2 more and it will be all day.

Thinking of that brings a bunch of concerns as far as Taylor goes. I just pray that with the therapy she is in right now she will be ready to go to school. They said today that if you felt like your child was not ready to keep them at home one more year. I am not worried about that as far as John goes. They said there are a few things that they need to know before they start school. How to count at least up to 5 but 10 would be better. At 3 John was counting to 15. They need to be able to look at 10 letters upper or lower case and tell the teacher what it is. Again no problem there. He has been doing that since last summer. Also they need to know the 4 basic shapes. Which again is no problem. The other day we where driving home and he points out the window and says "Mom, and octagon!" I said "Really where did you see that?" He said "The stop sign is one!" So I am really excited about John going into school. He will do great.

The Boys

Here are the boys. These 4 kittens are the second litter that we have. They are all boys. We call the all black one Midnight because he is so black. Also when you look close he has white hair here and there. Not a lot just one piece. So it is almost like stars.









This kitty we call Patch because he is the only one of the 4 that has the brown spot. And it is just in that one place. So Patch just fits him well. Marybeth actually stepped on this one a couple of weeks ago and we where really worried about him. But he is just fine now. Does not like kids that much but what do you expect.






We call these 2 the twins. The only way you can really tell them apart, well at least I can. Is that the one on the right purrs every time I pick him up. So he gets called Little Buddy a lot. Because all the kittens like us but he is really the only one that purrs for me.

We are planning on getting them all new homes very very soon. Willie and I are going to miss them bunches. But we can not keep 11 cats all together.