I'm not liked...

Lexi informed my a couple days ago that Summer didn't like me much. Well, should I be offended? How should I take this revelation? Am I surprised? Ummmm, not really. I can remember about a year ago when Lexi didn't like me much either. And I can also remember not liking my mom too much at certain points in my teenage hood. So no this isn't a shocking statement.
And I have thought about it since. I can see why Sum might not be fond of me. I harp on her to get her jobs done, get her homework done, do her hair, get in the car so we aren't late. Am I right for this? Some of the time, yes. Some of the time, no. But I have decided. I'm responsible for her. It lies on my shoulders to raise her so she can tell right from wrong, so she can know how to clean (although I'm not great at it), so she can got to college and not flunk out. So am I hard on her? Yes because I love her. I went through way to much to not care about her being the best she can be, the best of her abilities. I mean we had to wait 2 years just to find her. Then I had to teach her to talk. Do you remember that? She couldn't say words correctly at all. She called Lexi, Way. Not even close. That's when she was 3 and talking. By the time she was 5, her and I had spent an incredible amount of time practicing flash cards and saying the "f" sound and the "th" sound. We practiced saying the beginning and endings of words. We practiced so much, that one of my cousins asked if she was adopted from England because her consonants we so crisp and perfect. By the time she went to kinder at 5, nobody even had a clue that she couldn't be understood 2 years earlier.
So as you can see, we started on a path of greatness. I expect great things from her and in return she demands great parenting from me. So am I Summer's friend. No not yet. I'm her mother. In the future though, I do expect us to be great friends. I love my mom and consider her one of my best friends but I couldn't haven't been her best friend now if she would have been my best friend way back then. So on Pinterest you see that saying...I'm not your friend (yet). I'm your mother.

The Wizard of Oz

I think this will be my last decorating for a while. This is what Colleen Gray did for our community dinner. All I made was the land of Oz. Then I did what I was told to help.

Does this remind you of June?

I was asked to decorate a table for our RS Birthday Dinner.  They ask me to decorate in the theme of June.

There's a birthday candle on the table for us June birthday girls.  You can see July's table in the background.

Mostly I just keep thinking of Nebraska and all the sunflowers there.  I'm making a June sign so that people know that it's the June table.

I got most of my supplies at the $ store and the cullender  and round bush at Hobby Lobby.

State wrestling

We had a fun time at state wrestling. All the far away shots are of Summer on the mat cheering. There is one of Eric and Summer together on the mat. The one outside is of the line to get into the Dome. It was cold. Colder than I ever remember it being. We also went to the almond roca outlet for some sweet treats. Again a cold walk! The nice pictures with proof written all over are from the wiaa website and are of our wrestler winning state and e Cheerios cheering. Oh and the police car stuck on the guard rail, well that's why we almost missed the wrestlers afternoon matches on Friday. The bus cut it real close because of that accident.

Final product

One project done and have moved onto the next. I have Blue and Gold Banquet next week and then I have to decorate a table for RS dinner on Mar 7 and then decorate for Community Dinner on the 13th. But this weekend, I going to a nice hotel and going to the Tacoma Dome. To watch my cheerleader :-)

Isn't it ironic

I get a phone call while I'm at the churches orating for New Beginnings with glitter up to my eyeballs (and in them) asking me to decorate one table for our wards' Relief Society combined  birthday dinner.  For New Beginnings I'm supposed to go all out no holds barred, the best decor job I've ever done. And for rs table, nothing too fancy, don't spend any money. Just decorate a cute table. Hahah!  It's so ironic. It's like rain on your wedding day, a free ride when you've already paid good advice at you just take. And who would of thought it figures!  Isn't it ironic!

So God Made a Farmer

I post this as in no way to belittle anyone else's occupation.  I also want to point out that I don't think that farmers are the only ones who have ever worked hard.  I post it because Paul Harvey put into works how I feel about the wonderful life that I get to live and the wonderful community, many are farmers but we also have teachers, factory workers, law enforcement, that all work hard, mostly to make this world we in live a more beautiful place and a place for our children to have a better life.  So with that being said, please don't take offense.  Just listen to the tenderness of Harvey's description of a farmer.  This is also how I see my dad, my father-in-law, my husband, my brothers, my sister's husbands, my husband's brothers and sisters' families and many others who have touched my life. 

And on the 8th day God looked down on his planned paradise and said, "I need a caretaker!". So, God made a farmer!
God said I need somebody to get up before dawn and milk cows and work all day in the fields, milk cows again, eat supper and then go to town and stay past midnight at a meeting of the school board. So, God made a farmer!
I need somebody with strong arms. Strong enough to rustle a calf, yet gentle enough to deliver his own grandchild. Somebody to call hogs, tame cantankerous machinery, come home hungry and have to wait for lunch until his wife is done feeding and visiting with the ladies and telling them to be sure to come back real soon...and mean it. So, God made a farmer!
God said "I need somebody that can shape an ax handle, shoe a horse with a hunk of car tire make a harness out of hay wire, feed sacks and shoe scraps. And...who, at planting time and harvest season, will finish his forty hour week by Tuesday noon. Then, pain'n from "tractor back", put in another seventy two hours. So, God made a farmer!
God had to have somebody willing to ride the ruts at double speed to get the hay in ahead of the rain clouds and yet stop on mid-field and race to help when he sees the first smoke from a neighbor's place. So, God made a farmer!
God said, "I need somebody strong enough to clear trees, heave bails and yet gentle enough to tame lambs and wean pigs and tend the pink combed pullets...and who will stop his mower for an hour to mend the broken leg of a meadow lark. So, God made a farmer!
It had to be somebody who'd plow deep and straight...and not cut corners. Somebody to seed and weed, feed and breed...and rake and disc and plow and plant and tie the fleece and strain the milk. Somebody to replenish the self feeder and then finish a hard days work with a five mile drive to church. Somebody who'd bale a family together with the soft strong bonds of sharing, who'd laugh and then sigh...and then respond with smiling eyes, when his son says he wants to spend his life "doing what dad does". So, God made a farmer!