tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24900529358267861622024-03-14T02:31:12.414-06:00Just Us ForeverJackie S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11534917156759940310noreply@blogger.comBlogger186125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2490052935826786162.post-36522670262110670232011-02-13T21:09:00.000-06:002011-02-13T21:09:16.775-06:00The time has come.<a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"><img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b199/toaojs/Back_To_School1.jpg" /></a><br />
Well we are FINALLY here. Tomorrow is THE big day!!! I can't believe I am writing this it still seems VERY sureal. <br />
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Tomorrow I start school...holy crapperonies...just writing it makes me feel just a little sick. Mom and I figured out that I am actually only in school for 60 weeks total...that really is not that long. I am actually REALLY excited to start, to start a HUGE new stage for our family. There are going to be so many changes but so much growth for all of us. For the last few weeks we have really focused on how we need to be a team, that we all have to work together and do our best. GooOOooOOO TEAM!!! :) I am SURE we are going to hit bumps along the way but we WILL overcome it...we WILL be better for this. <br />
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Nathan told me the other day "Mom, you go to school to learn to be a nurse, I go to school to learn to be a kid!!" Hehehe...I wish I could go back to school to learn to be a kid. <br />
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Unfortunately, along the way this blog is definately going on the back burner :( I still love reading about what all of you are doing out there but I will not be on here much at all anymore. I promise to put some updates on here every once in a while but between being gone for 10+ hours a day, family time and then a couple hours of study time I really will not have a whole lot of time left over at the end of the day. <br />
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Pray for my sanity...wish me luck...whatever it is, until then Adieu.Jackie S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11534917156759940310noreply@blogger.com32tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2490052935826786162.post-70875843436612687982011-01-26T02:35:00.001-06:002011-01-26T02:37:57.937-06:00Quiet Moments<div style="text-align: center;">Tonight as I was laying in bed the room suddenly seemed very dark, too quiet, and lonely(even though Wayne's arms were wrapped around me).....and thoughts....so many thoughts were racing through my mind. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Thoughts of going to school.....</div><div style="text-align: center;">*********</div><div style="text-align: center;">My classmates, am I going to like them? Sure I am, I like most people. But am I going to connect with them? Are they going to like me? Is there someone in my class that I am "suppose" to meet? </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Wow... I can't believe that this is really happening and so soon. Am I ready for this? Today's the 25th...no 26th so that's 5 days till the 31st and then school is in 14 days...oh my goodness that's only 19 days........................ Is my family ready for this? What am I doing to my family? Are my boys going to understand? Are they going to know that I did this to better myself, better our family, better them? Are they going to be bitter that I am leaving them for 10 hours out of the 13 hours they are awake? Rylan will be ok, but how is this going to affect Nathan? He's a GREAT kid, he'll be ok. Quality time over quantity time. Quality time over quantity time. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">THE LOAN!!! Oh man, what am I doing???? Ok, if we use {this} much money and I work hard how quickly will I be able to pay it off once I am done school? That's not too bad but is that realistic? Can we really get by? Am I going to make my family suffer financially because of this choice? I KNOW it will all be worth it but what is the price? Sorry boys, tonight for the 3rd night in a row we are having PB&J sandwiches. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">It's going to be like being a full-time working Mom. No it's not!!! I will not only be gone for 10 hours a day but then I am going to be studying for at least a few hours a night. I have never been a "working" Mom....I really like being a stay at home Mom. I really like being with my boys most of the time. I really like being home. I like my house. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Agggg....the money. It's ok...there are 2 things that are ok to go into debt for....the Prophet even said so......I wonder if using some of that money for a shopping trip is acceptable too...hehe... (I WAS TOTALLY KIDDING ABOUT THIS). Why can't money just be free? I wonder what prime is going to be when I am done school? I wonder if Wayne is really freaking out about the money but isn't saying anything? </div><div style="text-align: center;">*******</div><div style="text-align: center;">As all these thoughts were racing around in my mind I could feel my chest tightening, my breathing was getting faster and I could not slow my thoughts down. I quietly asked Wayne if he was awake but he was sound asleep so asking him for advice would be futile.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I did some deep breathing, but my mind was not cooperating. I was thinking how I wish my Dad was there so I could ask him for a father's blessing to help me with these next few weeks of craziness. Since he wasn't there I did the next best thing and something that always helps.....I started to sing in my mind<br />
'I Am A Child Of God'</div><div style="text-align: center;">I had only sang "I am a child of God" when I quietly heard "You will be able to receive all the further education that you desire." These words were said to me in my Patriarchial Blessing. Right there Heavenly Father (through the Holy Ghost) gave me the "Father's blessing" that I needed. I NEEDED to know that I was going to be ok. I needed to know that my choices were what Heavenly Father approved. I needed to know that EVERYTHING was going to be fine, my boys were going to be fine, the money doesn't matter...it will all be fine. I know that this has ALL happened for a reason....there have been too many obstacles in the road that have brought me to this point to doubt that RIGHT NOW I am where I need to be. Heavenly Father KNEW that I needed this RIGHT NOW and the peace that washed over my body as I laid silently crying was astounding. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I am still Nathan and Rylan's Mommy that will never change, I just get to wear OTHER hats too. For now I will be able to take off my Mommy hat for 10+ hours a day and put on my student hat. Then when I am done school I get to put on my working hat. What's wrong with that? I know that my Heavenly Father KNEW that right then I needed him, I REALLY needed my Dad. I am so grateful that he is ALWAYS there willing to help direct me, comfort me, teach me, and love me. </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;">I know that it is 2am but I wanted to write this down because I know that I will want to remember this moment. I am going to have hard days and I am going to feel incredibly lonely but I will be able to go back and read these words and know that when I can't be with my earthly Dad for the love and support I need, I am NEVER alone. </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/jW5bKEc8hQg?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;">I AM A CHILD OF GOD!! </div>Jackie S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11534917156759940310noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2490052935826786162.post-78183325103404717392011-01-12T10:14:00.000-06:002011-01-12T10:14:47.460-06:00Some of the random holiday fun!!!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">These are just a few of the "random" things that happened over this Holiday season. :)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Trip to Santa was so funny. We told Nathan to make sure you tell Santa something you want for Christmas.....well Nathan stood like this and ran off a list of about 20 things that he wanted for Christmas. What was SOOO funny is EVERY time Wayne and I would ask him what he wanted he would tell us MAYBE 1-2 things. Obviously, Nathan knows who is important to tell your list to. :)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_GZ_M538OQXQeyEFoJRPALEaV8nazN67HlQd3qiygwHVZy6RAdn9dYK0Fx_Mas2OumHgnbwuBpiAXekpZTgYiEwVxbQ1LOk-y_CFW7oJi7yI6RWMil09vcDDMZVFYn6_lqo598Ai-EwQ/s1600/320.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_GZ_M538OQXQeyEFoJRPALEaV8nazN67HlQd3qiygwHVZy6RAdn9dYK0Fx_Mas2OumHgnbwuBpiAXekpZTgYiEwVxbQ1LOk-y_CFW7oJi7yI6RWMil09vcDDMZVFYn6_lqo598Ai-EwQ/s400/320.JPG" width="266" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"> Both boys enjoyed Santa.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikPjprxoZwy9EoYHe7NbO9ntiqC8FkM3j4BTvhqb328Aj6RIIW9orkqOWrQAEmNUQWhoki6wLZJ3e6IhuWiPpwPScsBzn4_mBAHaOBWg609yzmb7QRZozajJ1I0Bo7gkGMG_5KWIKv_t0/s1600/325.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikPjprxoZwy9EoYHe7NbO9ntiqC8FkM3j4BTvhqb328Aj6RIIW9orkqOWrQAEmNUQWhoki6wLZJ3e6IhuWiPpwPScsBzn4_mBAHaOBWg609yzmb7QRZozajJ1I0Bo7gkGMG_5KWIKv_t0/s400/325.JPG" width="266" /></a></div><br />
<div align="center">This really is a RANDOM picture but so cute. We were DONE supper, hence the lack of a bib, and decided maybe the boys would like dessert. Rylan sure liked it. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixqRcL0cOBwyW_71e4oWMi0QGqHvjo7ctx99hmPDWop_QAieyIVx6A2YxbuD2LgeJNyNNIVgEFtJzYi_xecYw5YNqF5SOqFxkmOfAw86MBCm88qfl_2uhXvtblSPQqi8-qLOduKByUCf8/s1600/326.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixqRcL0cOBwyW_71e4oWMi0QGqHvjo7ctx99hmPDWop_QAieyIVx6A2YxbuD2LgeJNyNNIVgEFtJzYi_xecYw5YNqF5SOqFxkmOfAw86MBCm88qfl_2uhXvtblSPQqi8-qLOduKByUCf8/s400/326.JPG" width="266" /></a></div><br />
<div align="center">Nathan's Christmas Concert. The sweet little girl in the pink was VERY hand expressive and Nathan got wacked a few times..hehe. The little guy to his right is his GOOD little buddy Drew R. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4OlXELwaYVNkyVbJ1CKcMr9pOqihWVlezHlkDO66v-C7aXigi3fmSJhTxTvOQBt0bcqIcwzk5LZM-2p9yup5hN9Zu2LCEWP8cvtaLh5QnitZ0hwUFqtbvPI5LWmqhB7VvbDX0sahUIUA/s1600/338.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4OlXELwaYVNkyVbJ1CKcMr9pOqihWVlezHlkDO66v-C7aXigi3fmSJhTxTvOQBt0bcqIcwzk5LZM-2p9yup5hN9Zu2LCEWP8cvtaLh5QnitZ0hwUFqtbvPI5LWmqhB7VvbDX0sahUIUA/s400/338.JPG" width="266" /></a></div><br />
<div align="center">Nate really did enjoy the concert...not that you can tell by this picture.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOhXBIj22LeMXS9sBVfXV4_ZWX-QNuc_tUY5fChpBuWtDQmW-_j8eE3mf10uBPAg24dEhYjjlvAdvzwcbgymIBeePMVhilzNzCCVdk-9g1mGWlybXALC0RYMGyLfIcXZfLfKXZ5tu_0Z4/s1600/365.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOhXBIj22LeMXS9sBVfXV4_ZWX-QNuc_tUY5fChpBuWtDQmW-_j8eE3mf10uBPAg24dEhYjjlvAdvzwcbgymIBeePMVhilzNzCCVdk-9g1mGWlybXALC0RYMGyLfIcXZfLfKXZ5tu_0Z4/s400/365.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><br />
<div align="center">Dress up day...is this not THE cutest Giraffe you have EVER seen.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjRvViaHRD4hyphenhyphenEHRwn0j3TnHLN7wSr5NFh0B9fUSLzOjidsJB8nUcq7f4GFmkxa3rIvI1FxTQAjgp4OAc4UWYUofKr3-krlaLDLRD7NPr0_PWZGNAlSkDRWHwFlJpBY9ouUDTr7U0qWbs/s1600/379.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjRvViaHRD4hyphenhyphenEHRwn0j3TnHLN7wSr5NFh0B9fUSLzOjidsJB8nUcq7f4GFmkxa3rIvI1FxTQAjgp4OAc4UWYUofKr3-krlaLDLRD7NPr0_PWZGNAlSkDRWHwFlJpBY9ouUDTr7U0qWbs/s400/379.JPG" width="266" /></a></div><br />
<div align="center">Nathan is hilarious as soon as this costume goes on. Nathan has a GREAT imagination and uses it to BECOME Wolverine....it's pretty intense...hehe.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghUI07N-O0lwKc_SbTLYUiSzttofoTgVIYnVIDA9LO0RRga8-cUyY88WrvJ17lmfbbgb_frm5Nke4INsL4YCKwcw4Z7klMd9jlXsO23i85uo_MYqtzfCXRZLOBrU6SxBrjYbsjh4Sy-wM/s1600/381.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghUI07N-O0lwKc_SbTLYUiSzttofoTgVIYnVIDA9LO0RRga8-cUyY88WrvJ17lmfbbgb_frm5Nke4INsL4YCKwcw4Z7klMd9jlXsO23i85uo_MYqtzfCXRZLOBrU6SxBrjYbsjh4Sy-wM/s400/381.JPG" width="266" /></a></div><br />
<div align="center">Having some early morning cartoon time. Rylan LOVES to cuddle up to his big brother and will climb up by him all the time. Nathan LOVES it and usually will cover him in hugs and kisses. They are SUCH good brothers. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYl2tfec42J3C4z3P2Vil1Mp9OQwBVUYFyV0VLL5dp_DgV2xvqOT0n1jPNcPXc9JPv4kDIp5bN_vM9S6fTRDldgT6ziQdJSf7FPnGpjeWEH2BFCf-7BC8FNgiB810rv1YnoPKYHSJT_OM/s1600/389.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYl2tfec42J3C4z3P2Vil1Mp9OQwBVUYFyV0VLL5dp_DgV2xvqOT0n1jPNcPXc9JPv4kDIp5bN_vM9S6fTRDldgT6ziQdJSf7FPnGpjeWEH2BFCf-7BC8FNgiB810rv1YnoPKYHSJT_OM/s400/389.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>Jackie S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11534917156759940310noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2490052935826786162.post-49877647337580500102011-01-08T18:23:00.000-06:002011-01-08T18:23:34.644-06:00Holiday Break...and a MUCH needed break at that. (Warning...tons of pictures)<div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">So Boxing Day night we headed home, quickly brought in all the gifts and luggage from Christmas, threw some laundry into the wash, repacked our bags and went to bed. Early the next morning we got up, repacked the car and were on the road again for our trip to Edmonton with Russ, Beth, Eli & Celeste. </div>We stopped in Lloydminster for a quick bite to eat. They had an old style train table thing that I use to LOVE to sit on when I was a kid and was excited to see Nathan and Eli sitting on it now!<br />
(This picture cracks me up, seriously, could they be making better faces?!?)<br />
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On the road again!!! :)<br />
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On a few of the trips the Shutra's took there are pictures of Wayne's Dad giving this EXACT same look, so Wayne felt he needed to carry on the tradition..hehe.<br />
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Finally in Edmonton, waiting for Daddy to check into our room...it took a long time and then he told me he had to quickly check the beds for bedbugs....he is such a FREAK!!!!<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>At WEM... Nathan felt that he was a big boy and needed to sit at his own table. We were only a few feet away but he thought he was pretty cool!!!<br />
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The big pirate ship!!! <br />
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After tons of swimming and a yummy supper, we took the kids back to the hotel room and put them to bed. (It was FABULOUS because we had adjoining rooms so the kids could just roam free between the rooms and we could visit during naptimes). <br />
That night Wayne and Russell went to an Oiler's game and Beth and I were going to have a girl's night but she wimped out...hehe...actually she had a bad headache and I sent her to bed. <br />
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On the 3rd day we did some serious shopping in the morning (I think) and then Beth and I put the babies down for a nap and Wayne, Russell, Nathan and Eli went to WEM rides and had some fun. Eli was a little too short to go on most of the rides, but Nathan was able to go on all of the kids ones and even this "new" rollercoaster. This is the cart they were in, we just could not see them. Russ & Wayne said the Rollercoaster was actually pretty quick and fun (I think Nathan was JUST tall enough to go on this one). Nathan said it was SCARY, but he wants to go on it TONS more times.<br />
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Beth & her cuties waiting for the big boys to have their turn. <br />
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This one is out of place but this is where Rylan slept...I was taking a picture of his bed and he quickly layed down and posed...hehe..silly little guy. <br />
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We headed home on the fourth day, threw all our stuff into the house and rushed into the Blades game. My sister Karalee, her husband Dennis and her girl's Iliegh and Keyla all came down and Dad took us all to the game. Man I miss these guys!!! Hint Hint<br />
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This was a pretty common sight...they were ALL sooooo excited to see eachother that there was a lot of tickling and giggling going on. <br />
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Dennis, Karalee & my precious little Keyla (who BTW, LOVES her Auntie Jackie!!! Well at least my Cleanup song.) <br />
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New Year's Eve we had dinner at Mom & Dad's played cards and just had a nice time and then Wayne and I took the boys home and had a quiet evening alone while playing the new SMB for Wii. <br />
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New Year's Day we went back over to Mom & Dad's and had another yummy lunch and played more cards/games. The kids played NON-STOP and really well together. Nathan was sooo happy to have his BEST friend Iliegh back and the two of them just picked up where they had left off almost 18 months ago. <br />
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Here's the "big" kids having a little break from playing. Cuddled up in Grandma and Grandpa's HUGE bed!! <br />
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Playing cards...my Mom & Karalee needed to be put in a time out for being bad RIGHT before I took this picture...you are BOTH lucky I didn't catch it. <br />
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"Baby" girls playing so nicely together.<br />
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Dennis enjoying some computer time. <br />
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It was such a GREAT Holiday and so nice to be with my family. We were able to just unwind, relax, have fun and de-stress and it was THE PERFECT ending to a busy 2010 Christmas!!! </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>Jackie S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11534917156759940310noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2490052935826786162.post-23926096690342462362011-01-07T18:47:00.000-06:002011-01-07T18:47:59.636-06:00Christmas DayChristmas Day was filled with family, gift opening, food, hanging out, and relaxing which is always nice. <br />
Santa snuck into the house sometime in the few moments I wasn't awake coughing and filled our stockings with some fun things. ** A little side note, see how Santa is underlined on the gifts to Nathan....well Mrs. Clause thought it would be funny to play a trick on "Santa" since Santa thinks he is tricky and tries to figure out his gifts. So this year Mrs. Clause wrapped up the gift and put "To Daddy, From Santa" on the paper and wrapped them again and put "To Nathan, From Santa" (the underline was suppose to remind Mrs. Clause that those were the tricky gifts). Mrs. Clause was then going to open them on Christmas Eve and the REAL recipient would be revealed....HAHAHA!!!! Well Mrs. Clause FORGOT and Santa put them with Nathan's stocking, so when Nathan opened his stocking gift he looked shocked and said "Hey, this is wrapped again, and it says "To Daddy, From Santa" LOL... Oh I could have died of laughter..... Things were quickly fixed and we teased Santa that he was soooo silly and everything was forgotten. **<br />
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<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"> Rylan opening one of his gifts. He lasted pretty long but was slow, which drove Nathan INSANE..hehe. RyGuy just wanted to play with each of the gifts and didn't care there were more presents waiting for him. </div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNAk0rO80E1yt2MuUDCWAkMmuNi0T4VMIGCk3dq-QoUItti6rW6WJHHHyIspjtO-8tCnex_glksave2nLfwYXvnCtNYNmTZ26-VyPF9z-xVRnlJlFoNPP1PFjgTroQFSko5nFq5IFSDZA/s1600/442.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNAk0rO80E1yt2MuUDCWAkMmuNi0T4VMIGCk3dq-QoUItti6rW6WJHHHyIspjtO-8tCnex_glksave2nLfwYXvnCtNYNmTZ26-VyPF9z-xVRnlJlFoNPP1PFjgTroQFSko5nFq5IFSDZA/s400/442.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"> Nathan really "GOT" the whole Santa thing this year and was THRILLED with all his presents....well with the actual ACT of opening his presents. He likes the things he got, but he REALLY liked opening the gift....but really?!? Who doesn't???</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho78CXjim2q5T258zdHBc10YLXRB3YAPT41E3tNBGejNncu6xpOfcs9gSCSWy_NUqflLN9I3yMnGQj7gAhKz1IGWai83X-s_rCdvUKyGdAsjgllp0WzMCi0vn6_Gcq8_6zJo622k4FM6k/s1600/445.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho78CXjim2q5T258zdHBc10YLXRB3YAPT41E3tNBGejNncu6xpOfcs9gSCSWy_NUqflLN9I3yMnGQj7gAhKz1IGWai83X-s_rCdvUKyGdAsjgllp0WzMCi0vn6_Gcq8_6zJo622k4FM6k/s320/445.JPG" width="213" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"> Little Miss Farrish opening one of her gifts. I wish I had gotten a picture of the gift we gave her as it was a kid's Home Depot welding set (Both her Mom & Dad are Welders) and a Tutu...that's my kind of girl...a little tomboy, but can dress up and be a Princess!!! :)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEji55PqkUyav_KdNZEIE4QbS0znfpHfYnPpuLshW_yBMSSxUTxSlTXMjDZKd1Ao3QIocLtMWMJCrJMdu8dxtQ18AxVdOUaRqipdXv7vv5oyCebeAYWN_1ENypy7k7qwFz6QTapULRqJUpU/s1600/448.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEji55PqkUyav_KdNZEIE4QbS0znfpHfYnPpuLshW_yBMSSxUTxSlTXMjDZKd1Ao3QIocLtMWMJCrJMdu8dxtQ18AxVdOUaRqipdXv7vv5oyCebeAYWN_1ENypy7k7qwFz6QTapULRqJUpU/s320/448.JPG" width="213" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"> Later on in the Day (about 11am..hehe.) the festivities must have really worn out Wayne & Brian 'cause they slept, while....</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUa7GAAtC-ZVrBn2PFkhv5Kha1CY0foN4DlgF-BUkkE8YmBYvebYS4aRK5ZV8l-7IxNPi3JEo2egYG6lhe0jmfRaBbbilFu4Ze4N7QXCemMNCHoSgh6rgfIaCak8URVEKlzsWxFEvOPsE/s1600/001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUa7GAAtC-ZVrBn2PFkhv5Kha1CY0foN4DlgF-BUkkE8YmBYvebYS4aRK5ZV8l-7IxNPi3JEo2egYG6lhe0jmfRaBbbilFu4Ze4N7QXCemMNCHoSgh6rgfIaCak8URVEKlzsWxFEvOPsE/s320/001.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">the girls watched a sappy Christmas movie. I obviously played with my new camera!!! :) </div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeRyYpLcGt4JhYQkndl6q7QeDlZY4x8tGyNGl5WMNlIF3bnNEASkXSD6GZf14XWtD-5JYbdEjNobDr6UR6XT4CZZk1Z1a98hjuHaBJFj-4A2pnwPoP3kR3ZrxDGd-CFKW-oGDb6yluGWY/s1600/002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeRyYpLcGt4JhYQkndl6q7QeDlZY4x8tGyNGl5WMNlIF3bnNEASkXSD6GZf14XWtD-5JYbdEjNobDr6UR6XT4CZZk1Z1a98hjuHaBJFj-4A2pnwPoP3kR3ZrxDGd-CFKW-oGDb6yluGWY/s320/002.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"> Nathan found a comfy spot within the disaster zone and enjoyed some Gameboy playing. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjripMIBd_zZvSv0Urjd_Qtl0ruzEWDoFVF56YaxuZovmN1aB675KpXISA0Lk-YuS1iEWGfsIAPlZIBfRg-GZNsgkyKMk5opxXujxcbG9az3zGdXACMDoZTRjoG0IDzq7SE2vLDuebNe10/s1600/004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjripMIBd_zZvSv0Urjd_Qtl0ruzEWDoFVF56YaxuZovmN1aB675KpXISA0Lk-YuS1iEWGfsIAPlZIBfRg-GZNsgkyKMk5opxXujxcbG9az3zGdXACMDoZTRjoG0IDzq7SE2vLDuebNe10/s320/004.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Later, that night we went for dinner with the extended family of Shutra's at Wayne's cousins house but I didn't get any pictures of this part. </div><div align="center"></div>Jackie S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11534917156759940310noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2490052935826786162.post-87138719448836009802011-01-04T22:03:00.000-06:002011-01-04T22:03:46.239-06:00Christmas Eve 2010<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;">This year was the InLaw's Christmas and we were able to spend a few days with the Shutra's. We hung out for a while, made a Gingerbread House</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhal_mrBKFT9hamqPSCceBHBbhbZ1eIUczY180O4DYLhVT2bt_bTvpm7yNGQFDEzn_JqVHmrVHVicwh9MlidUXaxs9El2TUDYv1FtfcisHHrQRuqspyAUPcMbeycgW4lW_OADAVd8h2twY/s1600/394.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhal_mrBKFT9hamqPSCceBHBbhbZ1eIUczY180O4DYLhVT2bt_bTvpm7yNGQFDEzn_JqVHmrVHVicwh9MlidUXaxs9El2TUDYv1FtfcisHHrQRuqspyAUPcMbeycgW4lW_OADAVd8h2twY/s400/394.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;">and then after supper and baths we got to open our Christmas Eve gift...PJ'S!!!</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdtAKJjwtOAOeuaAg6MGjCeyHzqireas0oiTCk_cVeA5Kg806SzEv7-SzoX7PV-iwn_QsZQO_K-p7KJjx8MV9MFD-wqC0yDOJtftNMMccP-iPNMt3lgpv6Lt8XMVbKIcruDdP_IgAfEfs/s1600/412.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdtAKJjwtOAOeuaAg6MGjCeyHzqireas0oiTCk_cVeA5Kg806SzEv7-SzoX7PV-iwn_QsZQO_K-p7KJjx8MV9MFD-wqC0yDOJtftNMMccP-iPNMt3lgpv6Lt8XMVbKIcruDdP_IgAfEfs/s400/412.JPG" width="370" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;">Christmas Eve Wayne did what he does best (plan the games) and we did quite a few "<a href="http://www.nbc.com/minute-to-win-it/">Minute To Win It</a>" games. We played the cup stacking game, we played get the golf ball closest to the dot, drop the pennies into a glass in a mug of water, etc.etc. But the most surprising and talent showing game we played was get the cracker down the face into the mouth without yours hands game. </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;">Nathan did REALLY well with this one, but those old Shutras have some face moving talents and were SUPER quick.</div><br />
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I am not sure what Darryl is doing here? :)</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7ep23R__qO5WbH7PFmoJFkgNWHNqSjygk-mXFiCeOCFo24naWWnG-NJtw48ws7hdCUr3cpErFakYEw1eSEp2hhyphenhyphencFLAjz7n2EbZBsx5vj-qcv7N9vVIVcUynaVYCqCDfVSOZKddJfl20/s1600/428.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7ep23R__qO5WbH7PFmoJFkgNWHNqSjygk-mXFiCeOCFo24naWWnG-NJtw48ws7hdCUr3cpErFakYEw1eSEp2hhyphenhyphencFLAjz7n2EbZBsx5vj-qcv7N9vVIVcUynaVYCqCDfVSOZKddJfl20/s400/428.JPG" width="266" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Nice one Aaron!!! </div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiITz-8z7nN2sNhMGK0UnGRWKBgwWILxaZPSDyx2NcJtKY7pIgWqj5VN9OXF2lzFOm6H6Pug5HHsw1sSeKdWQcReZuCaJ9cjFzrHP-fCMDdfLCAZz5eYy1Mt6vbeo0zDapcIlND8YoNQKA/s1600/429.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiITz-8z7nN2sNhMGK0UnGRWKBgwWILxaZPSDyx2NcJtKY7pIgWqj5VN9OXF2lzFOm6H6Pug5HHsw1sSeKdWQcReZuCaJ9cjFzrHP-fCMDdfLCAZz5eYy1Mt6vbeo0zDapcIlND8YoNQKA/s400/429.JPG" width="266" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> There are NO words...but I must say I took out 2 Shutras (and no that does not include Rylan and Nathan).</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEzcX_vjkj3fbw0DweSrDMtUDOUyR7_UYIypNr_0cu3Szy0mizGcUro5vas73gv5fn0gUuZfUkUd92zCwNjkBzTDPNMmEg8BmRzZRuqNmWNlInG2Op5yAIHMfKTaOV8TaA3sBKWn3sK8c/s1600/430.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEzcX_vjkj3fbw0DweSrDMtUDOUyR7_UYIypNr_0cu3Szy0mizGcUro5vas73gv5fn0gUuZfUkUd92zCwNjkBzTDPNMmEg8BmRzZRuqNmWNlInG2Op5yAIHMfKTaOV8TaA3sBKWn3sK8c/s400/430.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"> I don't know how Juanita and Grandma missed getting their picture taken at this point but I at least caught this picture of Grandma and 2/3 of her babies.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpy0LfdkNP_-KSIp03YKEo-MBblckZGAWFM3PQQRF_QRBDigFaf2ScNKGPHptgAYvd71B9irNpJNe4Xdj1a3fm2SaGImFwI0hGD4lW81u_JaBKVr24ZR7r8ga4ZA8DIjW72yALOkKaye8/s1600/434.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpy0LfdkNP_-KSIp03YKEo-MBblckZGAWFM3PQQRF_QRBDigFaf2ScNKGPHptgAYvd71B9irNpJNe4Xdj1a3fm2SaGImFwI0hGD4lW81u_JaBKVr24ZR7r8ga4ZA8DIjW72yALOkKaye8/s400/434.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">The kids were GREAT for most of the night but by the end of the games it was DEFINATELY time for bed. Rylan went to sleep really well, but there was a certain 5 year old that was just a LITTLE excited and kept getting out of bed 'cause he "couldn't" sleep...hehe so fun. </div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">There is a Christmas tree back there. 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</div><div style="text-align: center;"></div>Jackie S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11534917156759940310noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2490052935826786162.post-22115037674002669992010-11-29T20:56:00.000-06:002010-11-29T20:56:41.518-06:00My sweet Casanova!!!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdZz6xX_KtU_xAURa7bLcFV1_7kx1rYR2jmrFyRr37cKciTipW46QmJJdEyrE2C0zDhwJVn35B9LeCa5rdIr6NgTAFL9fVBP3xodMMeXBFBxxMxbCoVg_auipgynXt6mdo00lgYUdtIHU/s1600/144+4x6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdZz6xX_KtU_xAURa7bLcFV1_7kx1rYR2jmrFyRr37cKciTipW46QmJJdEyrE2C0zDhwJVn35B9LeCa5rdIr6NgTAFL9fVBP3xodMMeXBFBxxMxbCoVg_auipgynXt6mdo00lgYUdtIHU/s400/144+4x6.jpg" width="266" /></a></div>A few days ago Nathan had a little extra cuddle time with me as we watched one of our favorite shows The Biggest Loser. On the show one of the past contestants proposed to his girlfriend and Nathan asked "Mom, do you have to sit on your knee when you ask a girl to marry you?" I told him "OF COURSE!!!". He then asked me "Do you have to give a ring?" I told him if he wanted to that would be nice but he didn't have to. <br />
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We continued to watch the show for a few minutes and then our conversation went somewhere I NEVER thought it would go with my 5 year old...<br />
N- "Mom, I was going to marry a girl but she left and I can't find her."<br />
M-"Who was the girl?"<br />
N-" (A girl from his school, who I have NEVER heard her name before) but she went to some other school and now I don't know where she is so I guess I won't marry her." He sighs a deep sigh...{haha}. <br />
M-"I guess not if you can't find her."<br />
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We sat cuddling for a second and then he pipes up....<br />
N-"I guess that leaves Shaela, Brenna, and Payton" (His tone was soooo mature.)<br />
M-"I guess that does." (I was REALLY trying to not laugh.)<br />
N-"My highest is then....Well Shaela doesn't work because she is going to be an adult before me and she'll be married before I am an adult so that doesn't work." <br />
M-"I guess not." (Where the heck is this coming from?)<br />
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We cuddled some more as I sat in shock that the little bug could even process or care enough to process this marriage thing. <br />
N-"And Payton is little and won't be an adult till after I am an adult so I can't marry her." (Little does he know that she will be the perfect age when he gets home from his mission...hehe.)<br />
M-"Oh?" (Again not trying to LOL)<br />
N-"So.... I guess that leaves Brenna!!" (He did a little hand up movement that put me over the edge)<br />
M-"I guess so."<br />
N-"She will be good because she will be an adult when I am an adult, and I am this much bigger than her. (He shows me about an inch with his fingers) So she will work Mom. I guess I will marry Brenna."<br />
M-"Well Nathan, I think Brenna is a GREAT girl and she would be lucky to marry you." :)<br />
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The things he comes up with stun me everyday. Man I love my little love bug.Jackie S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11534917156759940310noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2490052935826786162.post-43169268811733821552010-11-15T12:13:00.002-06:002010-11-15T12:36:05.871-06:00Want to maybe win something FABULOUS?!? I do!!!So <a href="http://brownpaper--packages.blogspot.com/">Brown Paper Packages</a> is not only WONDERFUL because they have a GREAT blog, but because they helped me to hopefully finish off my Christmas shopping!!! I have been eyeing these necklaces for quite a while...hint...hint Wayne (this is a time to ask me which ones I like..hehe), and would love to win because who doesn't like free stuff??!! :) Go on over to their blog and enter your name in for a chance to win a $50 gift certificate to a super cute shop!!!<br />
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Love these ones:<br />
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</div><div align="center">Pictures are from <a href="http://www.thevintagepearl.com/">The Vintage Pearl</a>, super cute!!! </div>Jackie S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11534917156759940310noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2490052935826786162.post-64855761323832499492010-11-15T10:48:00.000-06:002010-11-15T10:48:19.979-06:00I was one of THOSE Mom's today!!!Today, this was NOT me...<br />
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Haha...after searching for my keys for over 10 minutes and FINALLY finding them on my carseat, with the door unlocked (where they had been for 4 days) I was LATE getting Nathan to school. So I skipped the bra, threw on my coat, put on my Soreil's (which are not needed because there is hardly any snow), and took Nathan to school, pj pants, glasses, messy hair and all!!! I debated just telling Nate to get out of the car by himself when we got to the school but I couldn't skip giving him a kiss and helping him get his backpack on so I sucked up my pride and climbed out of the car. I have NEVER seen so much traffic....haha...oh well....Jackie S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11534917156759940310noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2490052935826786162.post-19150608173873616982010-11-09T21:36:00.000-06:002010-11-09T21:36:03.222-06:00Seriously, can you get any cuter???I was going through a bunch of videos and couldn't help but post this one...it kills me!!! I would NEVER have let a 4 year old hold Nathan and do this with him, but hey, baby #2 is suppose to be tough right?!?!? :0)<br />
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Nathan LOVED holding HIS baby and would ask me to let him babysit ALL the time. This was a very common situation....it was nice having a 4 year space between boys and having a built in babysitter. Enjoy!! <br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzl98ts6U3sC_eOpFubCX2cdsj2r2iGMxqeg0X9yeX6PT7fCHvWc_DsPJzsmT0nbNjE9lUb4qpd8If2dIT0tg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div>Jackie S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11534917156759940310noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2490052935826786162.post-78375034003956176272010-08-31T22:31:00.000-06:002010-08-31T22:31:08.947-06:00I love being a Mom....I love being a Mom....I love being a Mom... I love..ahhhhPlease don't get me wrong, I really REALLY love my boys... I love them enough to admit that I am not a perfect Mom... CRAZY I know. <br />
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But today...today was one of THOSE days. You know those days when the thought briefly or maybe for a few minutes passes through your mind what life was like before kids. Being able to sleep in, cleaning my house and it staying clean for more than 30 minutes....I would be happy if it stayed clean for 5 minutes. Nobody needing me, nobody climbing on me, no whining (well maybe Wayne), no R-"Mum, mum, mum, mum" N-"MOM, Mommy,mmOOOOOMmmm" R-"Ma, Ma, Ma, Ma" N-"Mom, Mom, Mom where are you?" R-"ma ma ma uuuuuuuu??" <br />
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I love being a Mom, I love being a Mom, I love being a Mom.....<br />
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My poor baby is getting all 4 of his molars AND has a cold. All he does is walk around whining, sometimes chewing on stuff and saying my name...oh and did I forget to mention pulling out a FULL box of Rice Krispies RIGHT after I had spent 45 minutes tidying, sweeping, and washing. And then lunch happened...glorious lunch where my sweet one year old is trying soooo hard to be a big boy and in doing so he feeds himself with a spoon or fork....food everywhere!!! What was the point of cleaning??? I don't know. <br />
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So what did I do? I ran out of the house screaming like a CRAZY person. (I thought about it but no).<br />
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I took that messy little boy, left the mess, cleaned off the kid, grabbed his soother..blankie..& Lambie and rocked with him on the chair while singing sweet nothings to him. And as I sang all I could think is...<br />
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I love being a Mom...I love being a Mom...I love being a Mom.Jackie S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11534917156759940310noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2490052935826786162.post-60970841965485958092010-07-15T15:41:00.000-06:002010-07-15T15:41:50.073-06:00Today, not tomorrow.Yesterday I attended a funeral. One of Wayne's employee's wife was killed in a horribly tragic accident over the weekend. She left behind a husband, 3 beautiful daughters, MANY siblings and even more people that loved her.<br />
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It was a BEAUTIFUL service, a celebration of her life and it was wonderful to see so many people express their intense love for this wonderful lady. The Pastor was actually her brother and he read some beautiful scriptures about being in God's arms and God helping to lift you when you are in need. He also talked about how she in Jesus's arms where she is now safe, and at peace. It really was a very peaceful, wonderful funeral. <br />
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Another brother told a story, last year her husband and her were in Mexico, where they go every year together, and she was snorkeling. She was swept away in a riptide and was actually quite far away from shore. She had tried to scream for help, had tried to swim back but NO ONE heard her and she just kept being pulled farther and farther away. On the beach one of her daughters noticed that her Mom was gone and then they realized that she was way out in the ocean. This lady's husband (who could barely swim) was able to save her and help her swim, going from buoy to buoy, back to shore. She had told her family afterwards that as she was out there she had made her Peace with God and that she knew she was going to die, she was just too weak, but that she knew everything would be okay. She survived. THEN this weekend, she was on the opposite side of the city from where she was suppose to be, she pulled her car over on the side of the "highway", jumped out of her car(waving her arms frantically) and was hit by a Semi and died. <br />
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Why now, why not in Mexico? If she had just waited half a second would she have lived? If she had pulled over a little more? If the Semi had slowed down 10 miles back just a bit would he not have been there at that exact second? It has been a testament to me that the Lord has a plan for us and when it's your time to go, it's your time. <br />
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Wayne and I were talking about the accident on Saturday night after he was informed of her passing and we were both almost stunned how quickly it happened. How incredibly sad it was that they had both left that morning to go to work and "knew" that they would see eachother afterwards and yet she never came home. It was a little overwhelming the feelings that were flooding my thoughts as I thought about how we really don't know when it will be our time and yet<br />
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AM I READY?<br />
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Have I said the things to the people I love that I would want them to know? Was I angry with Wayne as he left for work or did I let him know that I love him? What if he never came back, would my last words to him be of love & peace or of anger? Will my boys remember me as a wonderful mom who TRULY cared about them or will they remember that I was always tired/cranky/upset/sad/busy? Have I taught my boys all the things that I would want for them (of course not, but have I started)? Have I made my "peace" with my Heavenly Father? Am I spiritually ready? <br />
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Another thing I've been thinking a lot about is the whole time I sat there in the funeral, I kept feeling that they were still missing something. It hit me about halfway through the service....they never mentioned that they could be an Eternal Family and be with their beautiful Mom again someday. My heart broke for them. I have been to many "LDS" funerals and even though yesterday's funeral was as similar to a "LDS" funeral as you could get there was still SUCH a HUGE piece of the puzzle missing. So incredibly sad. <br />
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I am so grateful that I am a member of <a href="http://www.lds.org/ldsorg/v/index.jsp?vgnextoid=e419fb40e21cef00VgnVCM1000001f5e340aRCRD">The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints</a> and that I have the knowledge that someday I WILL be reunited with my family again. That as long as I am doing the things that I NEED to be doing that I will have that peace that whenever it's my time to leave this part of my journey, that it will be okay.<br />
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I have decided in my heart that my boys will know I love them, that they are so incredibly special to me, and they will have the knowledge that I want them to have. My husband will know that he is my everything not only by my words but through my actions, and that I want him there someday beside me through the rest of the eternities. My extended family will know how crazy in love with ALL of them that I am. My friends will know I love and appreciate them because I do. <br />
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I am also so grateful for the peace that I have because of the gospel and the truth that it gives me. We all go through hard times in our lives but yet I know that my Heavenly Father is there, he REALLY loves us and will comfort us through our lowest moments. <br />
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Today is a new day, I am here, I can change and I can be better, not tomorrow but today and that makes me SO happy!!!Jackie S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11534917156759940310noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2490052935826786162.post-80667255542233441022010-05-04T13:57:00.003-06:002010-05-04T13:59:40.132-06:00One of those momentsI'm lying in bed, yes it's 1:46 in the afternoon<br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">I'm happy....truly happy.</span> <br />
Nathan is lying beside me, my feet are tired <br />
bread is rising, chicken soup is cooling, cookies..<br />
oh, yummy cookies...<br />
preschool is done and Nathan is cold and tired,<br />
we are cuddling.<br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Peace</span><br />
I love moments like these... <br />
the house is quiet other than the rythmic breaths coming from Nate's tiny body, Rylan's humidifier <br />
and the sound of cold, wetness outside.<br />
His breath smells sweet, strawberries dipped in Nutella sweet<br />
His perfect eyelashes, smooth skin, beautiful mouth.....<br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Intense Love</span><br />
His arm is wrapped around mine, safe and warm<br />
His fingers keep twitching, he's in a deep sleep<br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Perfection</span><br />
I should get back to work but I'm going to lay here for a little while longer<br />
These moments slip away....so fast.<br />
I'm thankful that I know that he's mine<span style="font-size: small;"> </span><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Forever</span>.</span>Jackie S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11534917156759940310noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2490052935826786162.post-62656473502347662812010-04-09T20:48:00.002-06:002010-04-09T20:59:57.347-06:00Well, I did it and I'm super excited!!!I am super excited to tell you all that I am now an official Scentsy consultant!!! WAHOO!!!<br />
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If you don't know what Scentsy is, it is new to Canada, I'll give you a brief rundown of it. <br />
Scentsy is a wickless "candle" product in fact there's more to it than that. Fabulous product, Fabulous prices!!There are:<br />
Lot's of different sizes and styles of warmers (this is just a small sample of the warmers):<br />
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80 +scents of wax (they come in a different shape now, but exact same product):<br />
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hanging scents(can be put anywhere, closets, car etc.):<br />
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room sprays:<br />
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and travel tins:<br />
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I LOVE this product. The warmers warm the wax (no candles, no wicks, no burning, just a lightbulb, safe), and the incredible scents are released into the air... simple, FABULOUS!!! <br />
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So, on Thursday April 15th from 7pm-9pm I am excited to be having my Launch Party at my house to kick off an exciting new venture!!! And an Open House on Saturday April 17th from 11am-3pm (again at my house). I would love for you all to come and get to know the AWESOME product that Scentsy offers. **If you don't know my address, email me, or write me on here and I'll give you my address and directions. I don't want to post it on here....that's too creepy for me!!**<br />
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If you aren't able to make it, whether it's because you don't live here or are too busy, you can still go to my Scentsy website at any time and check out the product, or even order from there.<br />
My website is:<br />
<a href="https://jackieshutra.scentsy.ca/Home">https://jackieshutra.scentsy.ca/Home</a><br />
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If there are too many things you want let me know. Having a party is EASY and what's better than hanging out with your friends/family and earning free products???<br />
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Or if you just want to email me, or have ANY questions about the product or the company you can reach me at:<br />
<a href="mailto:shutrascents@gmail.com">shutrascents@gmail.com</a><br />
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I am seriously so excited. I love the product and can't wait to share it with everyone I love!!! What's better than hanging out, having a fun time, and getting to play with some awesome products!!! I hope to see you all there. And bring a friend, I love meeting new people!!! :0)<br />
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~*~Also, just wanted to remind you that Mother's Day is coming up soon. Scentsy is a new/unique gift that every mom would love. Email me and I can tell you how to drop "subtle" hints to your hubby of what you would REALLY love for Mother's Day!!!~*~<br />
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It is so fun seeing his little personality really starting to come out, and he is definately going to be a little teaser.Jackie S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11534917156759940310noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2490052935826786162.post-36657250595971447032010-02-20T08:28:00.000-06:002010-02-20T08:28:53.670-06:00He is learning something.Last night Nathan and I (well Rylan too) were in Walmart looking for a few things. I don't know if it's any other kids, but Nathan does not ever pay attention to where he's going....it's SOOO frustrating. I am constantly pulling him out of oncoming people "traffic", or people are jumping around him, he just is so in his own little world that he doesn't see them or doesn't care. <br />
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As we were walking down one of the aisles I was busy trying to sit up Rylan in the cart and Nate was walking beside me. We passed a lady and then Nathan said "Oh, I'm sorry." I looked down and he said to me "I bumped into her, but I said I'm sorry." The lady gave me a sweet smile (one of those smiles when she knows that I've worked so hard for Nathan to be polite, you're a good Mom smile) and walked away. I said "Good Job Bud." and we walked away. <br />
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It felt good to see Nathan reacting in such a polite way. We work so hard with him to say Thankyou, Please, I'm sorry etc. and in these moments when I don't have to direct him it feels wonderful to see that he is really absorbing it. <br />
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Good Job Buddy.Jackie S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11534917156759940310noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2490052935826786162.post-80839546612220761532010-02-19T15:48:00.003-06:002010-02-19T15:48:23.291-06:00I love this quote!!"In spite of the six thousand manuals on child raising in the bookstores, child raising is still a dark continent and no one really knows anything. You just need a lot of love and luck - and, of course, courage."<br />
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-- Bill CosbyJackie S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11534917156759940310noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2490052935826786162.post-60193781459763800962010-02-16T21:26:00.000-06:002010-02-16T21:26:02.560-06:00My first quilt.So my BF Jenn asked me to make her sweet little guy, Kaleb, a quilt. After MANY, MANY fabric choices we finally narrowed it down... but one of the fabrics was sold out in multiple online stores. I finally got everything ordered and quickly put it all together. <br />
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It was soooo fun taking my new sewing machine on it's first adventure..isn't she pretty?!?<br />
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It's so nice not having to stop sewing, rethread, try to figure out what's wrong, get mad, and then start all over again. Thankyou Charlene for getting me started on getting the machine I love!!! <br />
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I forgot how hard it really is to get anything extra done with a little baby around, especially with Rylan just learning to crawl. The funny little guy thought it was SOOOO fun to crawl between the table legs and push on the footpedal...so there I was sewing at a nice pace and ZZZOOOOOMMMMMM off I'd go with the help of my little man..hehe. <br />
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I finally got the quilt done and I'm pretty excited about it. I get pretty anal with crafty things and want them to be PERFECT so I am glad it's over with. But I wanted to share with you my first (of hopefully many) quilts.<br />
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Now I need to get Rylan's quilt done.Jackie S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11534917156759940310noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2490052935826786162.post-89599229291408997972010-02-16T20:05:00.002-06:002010-02-16T20:05:38.688-06:00Are my videos working?!? Let me know please so I can hopefully fix them if they aren't.Jackie S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11534917156759940310noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2490052935826786162.post-21398124106902796552010-02-15T15:32:00.002-06:002010-02-15T22:09:44.502-06:00Dancing MachineWe listen to music a LOT in our home. I LOVE to turn the music on in the morning and dance to it all day long. My boys also love music and love to dance. I think Rylan got his dance moves from his Daddy...hehe. This song is one that Nathan "dances" to every week at his skating class and we love it.<br />
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;">The first minute is the best, but feel free to watch our whole dance party!! </span><br />
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So we've come to my most favorite, wonderful, stressless stage.....hahaha...YA RIGHT!!!<br />
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Rylan is crawling. This video is sweet and is how he crawls when he's upstairs (I don't know if it's because the floor is slippery, but it cracks me up). Downstairs (on the carpet) he's a crawling/climbing/pulling up on EVERYTHING machine.<br />
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With Nathan I had my house baby proofed when he was born..hehe..but I really need to get things proofed or my poor little man is going to never be allowed on the ground again...hehe. I forgot how stealth like babies can be, and how incredible their eyesights are. How is it possible to see a teeny piece of paper(smaller than the size of a pea) across the room and under the rocking chair? My housekeeping skills are going to be kicked up a notch....or maybe paper is a good form of fiber. It also was a lot easier to keep things clean without a big brother making messes all over the place. <br />
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Oh well...it's fun moving onto this next stage with the little guy. And as you can see Nathan is loving it....well loving to tease Rylan but I guess it makes Rylan try harder.Jackie S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11534917156759940310noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2490052935826786162.post-44464157848732124762010-02-13T11:32:00.004-06:002010-02-14T00:53:36.310-06:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><img border="0" ct="true" height="265" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCMnldm735d3rDeaJX91TaFHH9O_TTSHVdC3Bd-zQ8NXLQ-iZ5vpFLGG6TNb4mL8Q-8W3QkIqQT8M8xyWbclooWs-YGpAexkbiaXD_4Khr-RM2DN4UKzh70l1hkIm7wfJqQarjQP94zyc/s400/006.JPG" width="400" /></div><span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: xx-small;">~~~Thanks Kari. So the blog I saw this on was...<a href="http://24-7-365.blogspot.com/2009/02/lavish-me-with-praise.html">24-7-365</a>!!! ~~~ </span><br />
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This was Nathan's Valentine for his classmates this year... LOVE IT!!! :)<br />
<span style="color: red;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: x-large;"><strong>HAPPY LOVE DAY!</strong></span></span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: x-large;"><strong>From the Shutra's</strong></span></span>Jackie S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11534917156759940310noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2490052935826786162.post-4032107218849777882010-02-06T11:27:00.000-06:002010-02-06T11:27:11.605-06:00I'M IN!!!!On Thursday I received a letter and at the top of that letter it said:<br />
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CONGRATULATIONS!!! You've have been accepted into the Practical Nursing program!!!! WOOHOOO!!!!!! I start Feb. 11, 2011!!! <br />
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I am SOOOO excited!! Such an incredible sense of relief, accomplishment, joy. It's been such a long struggle but SO worth it. I am still hoping/praying that I will get into Saskatoon this year, but if not that's okay too. I KNOW that in 3 years I will be done school....ahhhhhhh.....3 years is not a long time. <br />
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Thankyou to everyone for all your words of encouragement, love, support, and prayers.<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"> I'M IN!!!!</span>Jackie S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11534917156759940310noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2490052935826786162.post-70487340526879175912010-02-04T23:14:00.000-06:002010-02-04T23:14:52.861-06:00My little big manTonight I was cuddling with Nate in his bed at bedtime and we were having a nice little chat about preschool, friends, bully's, etc. Nathan was acting so old and I said:<br />
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M-"Nate, will you stop growing?"<br />
N-"I can't, I HAVE to keep growing."<br />
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I pouted and he hugged me.<br />
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M-"But Nate I don't want you to grow up, I want you to stay little FOREVER."<br />
N-"Mom, if I stay this size forever people will tease me."<br />
M-"?????? Why will they tease you?"<br />
N-"Well, if I'm 90 but I still look 4 people will say, WHAT?"<br />
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Hehe...<br />
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We talked for a little bit longer and then I said:<br />
M-"Nate, if you grow bigger pretty soon you're going to be 19 and you'll go on your mission and then get married and then you won't live with me anymore." Pout.<br />
N-"Well, MOOOooooommmm... I'll just live with you forever. When I get married then we will just live here because when you get married you live where you live."<br />
M-"Nate, Mommy is married and I don't live with my parents."<br />
N-"Mom, when I am 11 and I get married I won't be old enough to drive so I'll have to live with you"<br />
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I said goodnight, gave my little big man a hug and kiss and told him that we'll discuss him living with us FOREVER when he's 16.Jackie S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11534917156759940310noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2490052935826786162.post-77651029323313328202010-02-02T12:34:00.000-06:002010-02-02T12:34:08.466-06:00I'm WAY too old to pull all nighters.For quite a while Wayne and I have been trying to decide what to do with Nursing school. As you all know I've been trying to get into Siast and there is a good chance that I won't be in before they change the requirements. Unfortnately, if I don't get in this year then I am going to have to upgrade all of my highschool core classes in order to bring my average up to 85%. When ONLY doing night courses it would take me a couple of years to get these classes completed...boooo. <br />
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Wayne has tried to convince me to apply to North Battleford college...ummmm, NO!!! There were too many negatives in my mind to even think about it. <br />
-I refused to move there, paying rent and a mortgage is NOT in our budget, and I love my inlaws but would go INSANE if I lived with them...hehe., and there was NO WAY I was only seeing my boys on the weekend for 2 years...NEVER!!! <br />
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-the commute...uggg...not only would I have to go to school for 7 hours a day but then add a 2 hour commute onto that and that just sucks. Plus, what if the weather is crappy, will I get to school? will I get home from school? <br />
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-I don't want to leave my boys for those extra 2 hours (commute) a day... :( <br />
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-North Battleford College?!?!?! Really??? What kind of program would they have anyway?<br />
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-etc. etc. etc.<br />
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Well sneaky little Wayne decided to bring it up again while my Mom was visiting and while I was complaining about having to upgrade all my classes. My Mom decided to play devil's advicate and asked me "Jackie, would you rather make some sacrifices now and go to NB but be done school in 2 years, or would you rather wait, have to upgrade for 2 years, still maybe not have a high enough average and who knows when you'll get in?" Ugggg....you should have seen Wayne's "I told you so" face...hehe. I tried to give all my excuses and convince them both it wasn't a good idea and well it didn't work. My mom added "What would it hurt to apply?" "Apply, see if you get in and then make the big decisions." <br />
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So after some long, long hours of sleepless nights (I HATE when my brain won't settle down), prayers, many hours of Wayne and I talking about it, talking to the school etc. I finally decided that maybe it was a good idea to apply. What about all my reasons not to go to NB?<br />
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-the commute sucks but it's a pretty easy drive, and if the weather is bad there is family and friends that I can crash their pad for a few nights. <br />
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-I would be gone in the morning at 7:30 and be home by 5:30, so really it's like having a full time job. (This still makes me VERY sad because I have been blessed to stay home with my boys for the last 5 years and to think of not being there ALL the time for them kills me. But this is where the sacrifice comes in, if I give up these next 2 years (which we all WILL adjust) I will have a career and be able to work just a few days a week and then be home with my boys for the rest of the week)<br />
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-the program is the EXACT same program as Siast, in fact the teachers are trained through Siast. But in NB the program only accepts 14 people compared to 25 people in S'toon.<br />
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So this weekend Wayne and I took the boys and headed down to NB to apply for the program. This was the last year that NB was doing the "first come, first served" requirements and next year it changes to "high demand" like the rest of the province. I decided that I would get to the school by 6am and then wait in line...Wayne wasn't sure that was a good idea since it was the last year. So Wayne and I made a plan, the boys and I were going to stay at Wayne's parents house and Wayne & his brother Andy were going to camp out overnight and then if needed get in line till I got there at 6am. <br />
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10:45- Wayne arrives at the school and noone else is there.<br />
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11:15-Wayne calls to say that a car has just pulled up with 2 girls in it.<br />
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11:30-Wayne calls again to say that another car has pulled up and has another 2 girls in it. I could tell that Wayne was anxious and he told me that he wanted me to come in sooner than later. My father in law said that it would be better for me to leave then than drive at 3am when I was tired. My inlaws agreed to watch the boys. I was a little worried that my teething, sick baby was going to keep them up all night which he did from 4-5 and then Grandpa rocked him back to sleep and they slept on the rocking chair....thanks Grandpa & Grandma.<br />
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12:30- I got to the school and went to talk with the other 2 cars of girls. I told them both that I didn't want to stand outside (it was FREEZING COLD) until 7:30 unless other people showed up and they agreed. One of the cars told me that they knew of 5 more girls that were coming around 3am, and the other car (a mom and daughter) said they knew that one more girl was coming....so we knew of a total of 10 girls that were going to be there FOR SURE. I climbed in the car with Wayne & Andy and just chilled for a little while, watched a bit of a movie, played with the ipod, laughed at Andrew's adventures with girls, and just talked. <br />
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12:48- A car drives by and we all watch to see if it pulls in...it doesn't.<br />
12:51- A car drives by and we all watch to see if it pulls in...it doesn't.<br />
1:01- A car drives by and we all watch to see if it pulls in...it doesn't.<br />
1:15- A car drives by and we all watch to see if it pulls in...it does.<br />
1:23-A car drives by and we all watch to see if it pulls in...it does but only brought coffee for one of the cars.<br />
1:38-A car drives by and we all watch to see if it pulls in....it doesn't.<br />
1:39-Wayne said that he thought that road wasn't a busy one....he's wrong.<br />
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3am- There are a total of 9 cars and at least 14 people in the cars (we didn't know how many people were there to apply and how many were there to keep the appliers awake).<br />
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3am-4am- Wayne and Andrew have a sleep. I play with the Ipod and watch cars(mostly taxis) drive by.<br />
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4am- It's my turn to fall asleep and Andy & Wayne are suppose to stay awake now....they don't....I don't fall asleep. I was worried that I would fall asleep and either sleep till after 8(the time they were taking applications) or that I would sleep and miss people lining up.<br />
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5am-I drive to go to the bathroom (I wasn't freezing my booty off by peeing outside) and while in the nice warm bathroom I put on my snowpants and boots. <br />
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5:05am- I didn't want to leave the warm bathroom.<br />
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5:25am- Back in the car with the boys...a car drives by and we watch to see if it pulls in....it doesn't.<br />
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So to fill you in, the program has space for 14 people, and being that it's first come first admitted meant that the first 14 people in line (as long as they have the required marks and classes) were the 14 in the class.<br />
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5:50- A car pulls up to the school and a girl gets out (a girl who wasn't there ALL night) and stands by the door aka...the line.<br />
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5:50:15- I look over and people are climbing out of their vehicles. Wayne quickly throws me my toque and mitts, I grab a blanket and I quickly walk up to the school and stand beside the girl. I informed her (remember I was VERY tired from being up ALL night and not sleeping well the night before that) that there were 9 cars with people in them that had been there all night and they weren't going to be happy that she JUST got there and was the first in line.<br />
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Everyone that had been in the cars piled out and we all formed a line. There were 12 people applying for the program so far. <br />
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6:15- Another person joins the line.<br />
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6:17- A car pulls up, looks at the line and leaves...weird. (They left to get coffee before she came to stand in line....she came back to be person #15)<br />
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6:18-Two more people joined the line and that was the 14. <br />
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6:20-Everyone was visiting/getting to know eachother... I'm super excited because everyone seems really sweet, and fun....it's going to be a GREAT class.<br />
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6:30- A secretary for the school came and gave us each a number in the order that we were, wrote down our name and number and told us to go get back in our warm cars.....THANKYOU, THANKYOU!!!! <br />
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Wayne left to go relieve his parents and get Andrew to bed.<br />
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7:30-People start showing up and stand in line... I felt bad for them for a minute since they had no clue they were WAY too late, but then I remembered how we had ALL been there for hours and made the effort to get the spots we did and I then just felt bad they were getting cold.<br />
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7:45-I went to stand in line and let the people know that we had all been given numbers at 6am when we had originally lined up....they weren't impressed.<br />
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7:58-I was FREEZING cold (the wind was now blowing towards us and it was freakin' cold)!!! The secretary's stood in the office (which we could see very well) and drank their nice warm coffees, and were just warm.<br />
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7:59-That was THE LONGEST minute of my life!!!<br />
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8:00-The ladies opened the door and we were let in the building.<br />
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8:05- I was registered!!!! #2 in line and the 2nd person they would admit(as long as there aren't issues with my upgrades/Accuplacer) into the program.<br />
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I'm SUPER excited to finally be in....well tentatively in. The program starts in February 2011...too long away. Of course, if I still get into the program here in Saskatoon I'll be going there but at least I know that I will be in somewhere. It also has taken such a HUGE weight off my shoulders... I don't have to upgrade anymore!!! But not only upgrade but I don't HAVE to get crazy high marks. I'm still going to finish my Math class, and I'm still going to get as high as I can but that stress that came along with it is gone. What relief.<br />
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I am BEYOND exhausted today but I'm elated to be able to see the light at the end of the very long and stressful tunnel. It's made all the hard work, worry, tears worth it. WOOHOO!!!!Jackie S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11534917156759940310noreply@blogger.com9