Playing With the camera

typical Wes style.


Two Too Cute sistas


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Guess whos lips these are




Kelsey-roo hanging out

pee-a-boo ,I see you...

Happiness.... At What Cost?

Should one person's happiness come at the expense of another's? If so, how much, how often, and for how long?

This is what I have been pondering for a few weeks now to no avail. I really need some help on this one. (so anyone put your two sense in, please)

Yesterday was a new beginning for the Scarbrough family- and I don't mean in a good way. But not so bad either,

After much deliberation because of the new situation we are in, the kids had decided to eat dinner at my house. So I planned, prepped and thought about it for a week. I was nervous, but also excited and proud. I finally have a house big enough to host everyone. No one would have to sit in the living room to eat.

BUT

at the last minute

Literally-

(it was 3 we were supposed to eat at 4 and they wanted to eat right then,)

Helen and the kids changed their mind

It kinda hurt my feelings

but mostly made me tired, because we had changed plans like 6 times.

I took everything down. Packed my kids, vented to Scott, and went to her house. Not happy about it. I felt like all my hard work was wasted.

When we got there, as usual, there were not enough places to sit. But this time it was annoying because I have a house that was big enough. There was something else I noticed sitting on the couch. There was a heavy, bad spirit in the house. I didn't know that the comfortable feeling that house had always held for me was gone, until today.

However, Some people were content. Isn't that what matters? Wes is gone, it is only mom left

It got me to thinking that this type of situation.

so he left after being kicked out. But I thought they were working it out all this last year. Until he went to take care of his mom.

Having lost my dad a few years ago, I had looked to Wes as sort of a father, albeit one who was more comfortable being in the background and definitely not dominating or righteous in the conventional sense.

But he has so much latent spirituality, that he is still a great man. I took what I could get. I could always count on him to do the right thing, when it came down to it. As a side note, when my mom remarried, I was and am grateful for my step-dad, but I know in the back of my mind he gets tired out of kids around on a daily basis.

BUT NOW

I feel ... abandoned

Wes suggested that we spend Thanksgiving without him. I knew he had other plans.

AND?...

He did. Good for him. Sad for us.

He turned off his phone so he didn't have to hassle with the situation.

None of us could get in contact with him at all yesterday. On the way home from the Scarbrough's - or now Mother's, I was teary-eyed. missing my dad, grateful for my priesthood worthy hubby. Glad that my only grandpa is around to tell him how much I love him, and sad that Wes is gone.

to put things in perspective and vent a little

Should a search for happiness and dump everything? Does putting up with what you don't like for 35 years give anyone the right to change things in a family? I don't know...

The loose ends just flap in the wind waiting to bite someone in the butt. But, there has been some church activity lately. Something people wouldn't do all last year. IS this a new leaf?

My kids need a family, I need do and Scott does. If he would admit it, He needs us too.

But Wes' pHoNe is turned off. We will wait and see what tomorrow brings

Look at Ma Pies!! and Happy Thanksgiving

I am not a baker, cook or anything. I will eat if I cook it- I am not picky.

However, I am married to a picky eater.
He is the worst kind of picky eater- the one who claims he will eat anything, but rates most dishes he eats in the 4-6 range.

You can see how I have no real incentive to be a better cook. Who could go through that much intensive newspaper food critic critique to be better.

Ok

really I just don't like to cook or the mess it makes.
It wouldn't matter if Scott was picky or not.

I have not acquired the patience and joy cooking brings. Some of you may know how it is... or.... maybe you don't.

ANYWAY I did not ask my mom to help, but she showed up,

after I called her 3 times...

Later, When we went to eat, I realized that I am pRouD of my pies. The crust was flaky and thin and aWeSomE!. It was how PiE should be. It could use sugar on the crust, but that is a matter of opinion. The apple could use more sugar too. But I will get there. They were so good, that it makes me want to perfect the pie making and be the one who brings the pies.

so HAPPY THANKSGIVING ALL YOU.

On this day of thanks, I want to express my gratitude for my blessings. I am so grateful for what I have especially in this time of trouble. I have so much more than I deserve and I want to express my gratitude. Words can not describe accurately the feelings inside. I only wish I could describe them so that someone reading this could feel the deep emotions I am feeling right now. I guess I will be left with the consolation that someone will know how I feel if they feel that way too.

DAy off Wasted

What was I thinking? I had the day off in which I was supposed to clean... bake pies... and cut my hair.

Cut the hair.. WAAAAY short. Don't know if I like it yet. I might. I asked for it.

Cleaned 1/2 a bathroom, dishes, dusted.... that is it.

NO PIES>... AND now bad news...


I am hosting my in laws ALONE. Scott got called out to work tomorrow and Friday. Lucky him.

Yea:
Christmas is paid for (maybe if he doesn't rope on it)
BOO:
My in laws are getting divorced and only one is coming to my house for dinner..

Yeah ....

I know.

Do you think it is too late to cancel?

I do.

You too can have a child like this.

Don't ask me why I teach. I don't know the complete answer. The short, scarcastic version goes like this: I have worked with grown-ups and children. You can send the children to the hall for a time out when one of you have crossed that line. I wish I could have done that to my last boss, Gerry. I helped train his little darlings right out of BYU and then I ran and fetched for them for 1/2 their pay. I couldn't even tell them to shut up. I may not get paid much as a teacher but the laughs are worth it-most days. You know this kid will be making more money than I do when he graduates! I crack myself up:)

Stolen cartoons that fit my teaching day AKA this is what your kid IS really Learning in school

I went hoarse the first year explaining and reexplaing myself. I thought that all kids in SJ had a hearing problem my first year. Ya, not so much. It is a CARING problem that they have.

How many times Have I heard this one. I try to think of things they will ask me like this and head them off before they say it. It wastes my time and makes me angry...

OK, so there are some stolen cartoons from a teacher who thinks as I do... enjoy; YOUR little angel is not doing any of these.

You know it is getting colder when...

If you don't have a thermometer, you can use these indicators to tell it is getting colder...

You drink hot chocolate for ever meal.

You contemplate not going to the bathroom because the seat is too cold

The well freezes and you have to bathe in 1 gallon of water.

You dust more often because of fire place ashes

You tell you hubby that you are going European - not shaving (what's the point, it grows back with every chill anyway)

Your ski pants becomes your everyday pants

Leg warmers become a fashion consideration

You have to plan 5 more minutes in your morning to start the car

Wonder why birds have more common sense than a human

wonder if heated seats can be an after market item you can install on your car

seriously consider moving to Phoenix- and tell yourself that you can take a little smog

Wonder why hell is hot?- hell is cold!

Don't believe cold hands means a warm heart.. your heart is cold too.

to save on electricity bills, decide to use the outside as a fridge (or freezer)

sew flannel on the inside of your jeans.

consent to having sex everyday with your hubby-warmth is warmth

stop trying to loose fat- walrus and polar bears are fat and they seem to be warm.

Crank Snippy

This is my first week back to school. I know I was a little more worn out, but
I didn't know how it looked to others-more importantly Scott,

Until Last Night.

We were going to Show Low and he asked,

"What is wrong with you? You have been in a bad mood all week."

I denied it, then I got to thinking -I have. I remembered a fit when he wasn't home and breaking a glass candle thing-y.

What is wrong with me?

I am stretched too thin.

Moms are not really made to nurse a baby, get up at night, clean house do laundry, cook, run errands, and work.
I didn't ever think it was affecting me, but when Scott said he has like me so much in the last few months and then tells me I have been in a bad mood all week,

it was a dose of cold reality in the face -a bucket of ice water over my head.

So now, what?

I can't quit my job and stay home, (when I say can't, I mean Scott thinks a family can't make it with just 1 pay check and I am very scared he is right)

but it makes my family run better...
I don't want to go back to the way it was between Scott and I. Just having him realize that I don't Suck as much as he thought, is a sign that we are both living a better life.

but...
how do I keep it that way and not regress back to uglier times? How do you force yourself to see what you can't see and fix it?

You know, by the time he realizes that moms should stay home, all our kids will be grown and I won't need to stay home for our mental well-being.

so bass-ackwards.

Fine Arts Program

We had a school program yesterday, that was such a time waster for our students.

Imagine trying to get high school, too cool for you, students to listen and appreciate clasical, bluegrass, and country melodies.

ya that fun and fun-ny. but not funny ha ha..

the teachers patrolled the room like a prison yard. All we needed were mirrored sun glasses, sniff dogs, and night sticks.

So I saw the sub.


I think it went pretty well.

Do you love them or hate them?

While I was on leave, I had a substitute teacher. She was going to teach all of one unit and part of another. I planned to be gone until Thanksgiving Week.
I felt really guilty at first because I didn't meet with her over the summer.

She sounded like such a organized, contentious sub that I didn't want to let her down by letting her see how un-that I was.

I tried to make amends by asking her to come in and see me the week before I had Kelsey.
She came in during one of my classes stayed for 5 minutes and then said she had to go to the bank.

I thought it was ... but, maybe I didn't understand what we agreed upon...

She said she would come back later,

but never did.

Kelsey was born and she and I didn't ever talk, I was busy with a baby

and she?

never called either.

We kept in contact via email, that I thought was ok. (Now I hear that she called them nasty grams) I thought that I was masking; guess not. She was not teaching the materials I wanted. She said I gave too much homework, she did other things ...

I slipped in on her 2 times and each time the classes were

-roaming around the room, talking and sitting in my chair -my chair- kids shouldn't do that.

Then she seemed like she started doing what she wanted -disregarding my unit plans; she took a week to review a 50 question test. Who does that?! Maybe a person without a teaching degree! (can you hear the frustration in my voice now?) or deciding to read the stories she wanted to read even though I gave her a list 2 times of what to read and told her verbally when I came in to visit, or

just not grading assignments and leaving grades blank...

Well, ok fine.. I would be the bigger person. I am not perfect,

I shouldn't judge too harshly.

Then

she started printing off the emails, saving them as proof of some kind of battle of wills that I didn't know we were having.

AND talking about me behind my back;

Kinda like what I am doing right now to her.

I had students tell me at church, in the grocery store, at dance practice, what she would say in class

It wasn't
nice...
or pretty...
or kind....

totally unprofessional.

It was rude-hurt my feelings and made me mad. Where does she get off telling a bunch of high school kids, who exaggerate and lie, things that should be worked out between the two of us or kept to herself?

Every day that I am back the kids let slip another rude thing she has said while I was gone.

What the HECK MAN?

What have I done to her? Was I really that unprepared and hard to work for? IF SO>>>
WHY DIDN'T SHE JUST TELL ME AND I WOULD FIX IT?
So now what do I do? How do I get over IT?
Cause it's not that easy. I am not confrontational

yea - not me.

I am passisve-agressive

SO

What I am doing is dwelling, AND stewing, AND daydreaming of things to say to her face to cut her down. I would never never say to her face

'Cause I CAN'T

Then one of the office staff asked me if I have thanked her yet.

" Ha, Ha, FOR WHAT?!!" the voice in my head screamed, as I put on what I hoped was not a fake smile.

"Stabbing me in the back?", the voice questioned again.

"Making me seem stupid to my students?", said the innner voice.

(I do that enough on my own thank YOU)

But I heard my outer voice say, "I will, she doens't have an answering machine, and I have not gotten in contact with her."

My inner foot wanted to kick my inner butt.

Am I an idiot? Did I bring this on myself? I feel like the employee who always has a problem with others. Did my report card in kindergarten say,

"Does not play well with others."

So I leave it to you. America, You Decide.... AM I??

Twlight Secret

So the movie comes out tomorrow....

I won't be there.

I will wait and watch it on video or HBO or something. I am coming out of the closet and admitting that I am a reader of the series, lover of Edward -identifier with Belle because I feel that dorky all the time.

Maybe that is why I teach high school. I want to erase my past actions.

Don't get me wrong I don't obsess about Edward and think that he is real. I just like like the books.

Hot Shoes

Ever need a pic me up? Put on your favorite pair of hot shoes that make you legs look good

Ok better than they usually do.



Make sure you shave your legs...



You will want to look down a lot during the day...

Crush on Jax and liquid gold

I have been watching the series Sons of Anarchy.

It goes against everything I teach and preach about in school.

Shhhh, don't tell, but I love the freedom of what their lives represent.

However, they are always in a drama, drama situation. My whole life I have longed for that type of lifestyle. I remember hanging out with that type of kid in high school. I secretly loved it. Who wouldn't want to make their dad angry with trashy friends? They were the BA's of the school and I was the juxtaposition as the goody-goody Christian girlfriend. I guess I am a closet wanna be rebel, without the guts to really hang up my morals and live that life. I went to the Y after high school and they? Well, lets just say that as a teacher, I still make more money than some of them do. Yet, some? they are rocket scientists,
(yes really, alums from Texas A&M)
they were the smart misunderstood kids...they make more than I do as a teacher. And others? they make more money selling drugs.

Still, the show really has me hooked. So much so, that last night I had a dream about the main character, Jax. He has greasy mid-length hair, a leather jacket, and no compunction about doing what he needs to do to get his way and take care of those around him. I dreamed we were together, and just as we are about to kiss, I wake up to Scott kicking me. I don't know if I felt more guilty for the dream or angry at being awaken. :) To ease some of my guilt, I started smooching on my honey. I don't really want to be with Jax. Who could take the blood, guts, lying,and hiding stuff from the cops? Besides, I think I wouldn't make a good biker chick... I can't stay up late and party and I am a terrible lier. Scott isn't Jax, but he is my BA rebel in his own way. I secretly like that about him, but it makes it hard to live with sometimes.

On another note, can my classes be more boring?I had volumes to say when I was at home with the kids. Now,... not so much. maybe I am the one who is boring now...I don't know anything witty to say and arguably I was not very witty before. However, Scott said to me that he has liked me more in the last few months than he ever has. Warmed my Heart. Maybe I need time to be alone to let the funny out. Maybe Scott wants me to be a stay at home honey.

Liquid Gold
I have had to pump for the baby since coming back to school. I have to be on such tight schedule to make it all work out. Each little ounce of liquid gold is precious to me. I was worried about it the first day I went back and Scott reminded me that each little bit helps. I love him for saying that; it helped me to calm down. But Yesterday, I spilt between 1 -2 ounces and let out a huge curse s word.
I wonder if anyone can tell my boobs get bigger and smaller through out the day depending upon if I need to pump or have just pumped. Do you think they can tell when one boob is bigger than the other becasue Kelsey didn't nurse as much on one side as she did the other? I already am lopsided and I think now it is noticable. I am not looking for opinions so don't go looking at my chest more now that usual. I just wondered....

I feel constricted by my schedule. I have never been one to be organized and so this has been very hard to make myself not go crazy with the order of it all. I have such a tight schedule that if I sleep in 10 minutes my day is off in a very very bad way. I become the whipping mom with a paint stick.

One day the kids just might get left at home.

I bet they would love love that.

They would watch cartoons and eat candy all day long. Would they notice that I had left them, or would they walk the 1/2 mile to my mom's house for food and fun?

First Day back to school; Dante's 1st circle of Hell

I forgot to post this Monday

I don't really have much to say about being back. I saw some people I had missed... mostly adults. I heard some rumors about myself that made me mad and talked until I was almost horse. I picked up some germs from dirty kids who are old enough to know to wash; I found that my sub did better and worse than I expected.

All in all

everything's ok.


I do have a confession. I would rather stay at home. Is that the first circle of Hell? Wanting what you can't have? I will have to brush up on my Dante to really get it correct.

I talked myself blue in the face; I wanted the kids to know I meant business; that I was BA- Ck. They are getting lectures the first two days with a test on the third. The rumor has it that the some people thinks that I give too much work. It is people like that that give lazy kids fuel for their arguments. I don't give enough hard work if you ask me. The reason anyone fails my class is due to not turning their work in. How pathetic...



On a Wesie note; Kennedy was trying to get something out of the hall closet and had to turn the light on to see. He would sneak down the hall and flick it off just as she was really looking for what ever. He would giggle and run back. It was so funny I forgot to stop the mayhem.

My house is a wreck and I hate my closet.

So after being gone for a week, I have forgotten how to clean my own home. I know that sounds funny, but I can't get it together. So glad that Scott is being understanding about it. I am going to try really hard today to get it done becasue tomorrow is D-day. Damnit, Darn Dudes and Dudettes.

Weigh in Friday

Yea:

not gained weight while eating hospital food all week (weighed me in the afternoon after eating 3 cookies and before nursing baby)

Boo:

not loosing weight

not working out all week

not sleeping all week

wiping 2 other heinies all week-in addition to my own

PS Do you love the Free Credit Report commercials? I do. Everyone is funny to me. I just saw the new one at the Renaissance Fair... I know, I'm a dork... what else is new?

Out of Jail... Whoo Hoo!

Dad and Wesie night 2 or 3

After spending a week in confinement,-they had a sign on the door to Wesie's hospital room that if you came you had to wear gloves, mask, and gown- we are finally released!!! I feel set free from prison (so I can imagine). I can't breathe enough fresh air. The Lord must have know we were getting out today because we are blessed with a "sunshiny" Indian summer day.

Kennedy and Wesie day 5

Going back to the terms of confinement-if people coming in had to protect from Wesie, why was I allowed to be in there and do I have what he has now? After extensive "poop" cultures and blood tests, the dr. decided that it was viral, VIRAL??? Seriously, 10 days of intensive stomach cramping, not eating, crying, no sleep virus. I know which one of us went to med school and has practiced medicine for 47 years, but the person who didn't thinks it was NOT a virus. No one in my family esp. me is sick.
I went over Saturday and stayed. I came home Sunday to pack, shower, sleep and get the week ready for MNH- Mom Not Home. I know people were praying for my sanity as well as Wesie's health because i had the most patience I ever had. I could feel something stopping me from getting angry or frustrated. There were only 2 times I lost it and they were over the same thing. The meds they orally gave Wes to help with the cramping was nasty and it got to the point I would sit on him, and while holding his arms down with my knees, pinch his nose and shove it in. Of all things to be resistant to...

Well, it is over and if it doesn't effect him as an adult, or shorten his life span WHO CARES, We're HOME and we will never drink from the cow drinker again!! 10 lbs lost and Hard lesson learned.

Wesie and Jacob aka double trouble day 7

Weight and Sick or sick and tired

Yea: I have not gained any weight.

Boo: I have not lost any weight. It is back to my starting point....

Wesie has been admited to the hospital for who knows how long...I am going to pack a bag and stay unti he is out. I am frustrated b/c this is not how I wanted to spend my last week of maternitiy leave. I hope and pray I don't get sick too from being run down. I was up alot last night when I took my shift with Wesie. He was up every 15 mintues or so to go to the bathroom. It got to the point that he was just going when ever he cramped up even if he didn't really go. Too tired to post anything else...

Hospital Stay no fun, no sleep

We took Wesie to the ER and they decided to admit him. Scott stayed with him all day so I could do some stuff here. I went to spell him around 3. Wesie was in the bathroom every 15 minutes all day and all night. I have not slept and feel odd and tired. It is so sad. They can't give him meds for the cramping, so he whines all the time. His temp gos up and down as his body fights the infection. After talking to a couple of nurses I get the impression that we will be here for a while

baby boy is sick.

I am so tired right now. I have been up most of the night with Wesie. Something is wrong with him. It started on Wednesday around noon, when I couldn't get him to eat like he normally does. He still ate, but he was off. Thursday was ok, he hung out painted, moved things into our new room etc. He didn't feel well that night: ate only 1 boiled egg and some chicken soup. Friday day got increasingly worse,but not "go to the drs." bad. I went to this class for school and when I got back he was crying in the tub. His tummy would cramp up every hour. I sat up with him; Scott and I tried to decide what to do.

It was about then that Scott remembered to tell me that Jacob caught Wes drinking out of the cow trough last week. OH, my, what infection does he have???!!!

I decided that if he was not better by 4, somebody would take him to the hospital.

He cried and went to the bathroom every 30 minutes all night long.

You know, the Internet gives too much information to lay people. We discovered 6 things that Wes could have; especially if he had visited India in the last week. Parasites, bacteria, appendix, and stomach flu all have similar symptoms... I am waiting to hear from Scott and becoming more of a hypochondriac about the baby having the same thing.

No words...

No words can describe how I feel for and about "the situation' in our small town. I don't want to say any details- it is not not my place. I feel so sorry for everyone who has to deal with this in any way.

I feel grateful. I have an understanding of my Heavenly Father's plan for families and the eternity. I feel grateful as I have tucked my family in bed at night.

I feel scared. What is this world coming to? I hate when our little bubble is touched by unnatural tragedy as this.

I feel guilty that my family has so much in these times. We have our health (well almost) we have good jobs, we have each other for eternity, we have our good names. Many people have so many problems right now. It makes me wonder why we have been spared and for how long. Could I have been kinder or given more service in the past to make a difference today? I bet, because I am a selfish self contained person who gets so so annoyed at other's behavior.

I feel grief for friends and family members who are hurting right now.

I feel helpless because I don't know what to do; what can you do when a family feels torn apart.

I feel sorry for a little boy whose life is changed forever; and for his family.

I worry for my cute hubby, how does he feel about this? He is being very quiet and understandably so, and I worry for my little ones. How can I tell them? This is a perfect time for a parent to kid heart to heart. I want to be the one to tell her instead of the kids at school.

I pray that I can have the faith in these trying times and that I can feel the promptings to be of service to others... hope you can too.

Glow In the Dark Undies

I know that title caught the eye of some of you. Ok admit it, most of you.
We went to Show Low today to take back the paint. And after shopping like a girl in the paint dept, I exchanged my Navajo White paint for some Ultra White that only cost me 4.20 a can!!! I know a steal. (and NO it is not cheap, just last year's cans on a brand that is changing the look of their cans)

I got 4 cans for the price of 1 of the other paint. Wow! I got to put the 50 dollers return money back on my credit card AND only pay 18 dollars for the new paint. Whooo Hooo. How does this relate to undies? It doesn't; I went to wal mart after to shop a little. I got a gift for wesie for helping put the cows back into the pasture 3 times the day before. I got him glow in the dark underwear. Who wouldn't want a pair with a heiney that small?

Goals- Weigh In Friday

I should have posted this Friday Oct 31, but crazy days. I will do it today and add bad and good news.

Boo:
Ate a LOT a LOT LOT of Halloween candy. I eat and ate.
gained 4.5lbs???!!! since Saturday?, what's up with that?

Yea:
Lost .5 lbs but... see boo
worked out everyday at least 20 minutes
the tape measure is reading millimeters smaller.

Confession of "Lameness"

Here are a few things that I will admit because confession is good for the soul. 11/4

1. I am not a baby-baby mom. I love Kelsey, but would rather deal with the naughtys of older kids


2. Maybe I just like to threaten see #1


3. I am voting for the first time. No EVER... really, ....seriously. Lamely...I know


4. I don't like crafts, scrapbooking, cooking, cleaning, canning, or service-all things a good Mormon mom should> do, like, or be good at... Scott has asked me why I got married. I think the answer is love and lust and ...


5. I ummm, I don't know I want to go back to work

6. I sneak my kids halloween candy

7. I read Twilight and the others in it's series

8. ?

Navajo White is NOT White

Why do we have names for things that are not what they really are? Case in point, Navajo White paint. For any novice painter, it sounds romatic and interesting. Being married to a Navajo it sounded even a more appropriate color to choose for our remodeled master bedroom.

It isn't white or approprite or romantic.

What it is is cream and dirty "old-lace" colored.

Do white people think that Navajo's can't get white really white, or they don't know the difference because they are so brown?
I knew the difference as soon as I put a test patch on my base boards. I wanted contrast, what I got looks like it is dirty. Which, as a side bar, may not be bad for this team ropin' dirt collectin' family of 5. However, I want one place I can call my inner santum. AND, I wanted it tan on the walls, which I have, and white on the doors, trim and ceiling, which I do not have.

Well, Home Depot will take it back. I am looking for Ultra Pure White. Why don't they just call that "Honkey White" or "Glow in the Dark Ginee"? I told Scott I wanted to be in that room by Friday, carpet and bathroom or not. Now I have to make a trip to ShowLow to make it happen. I wonder if he even listened to me when I told him that Sunday. He probabally thought I was nuts.

Nov. 1st, Met "the boyfriend". I will edit this post later on with pics. He had to ask what I thought of him. I don't know what I think of him. Years ago I thought I liked my sister-in-law. That was a big mistake. She still is material for Jerry Springer episodes; she makes for great, shocking gossip. I like to think I learned a lesson with her and will take it slow with "the boyfriend". I do think it is potentially the end of the Nikki era at our house... more to tell in the future, but I feel sorry for my kids. They have had her all to themselves all their little, cute, selfish lives...

That's our number

the other night Kennedy was counting-I think she was doing her homework. She said something about a 3.

Wesie pipes up from in the living room. "Thats our number, huh Dad!"

Our brand is the ^3 (rafter 3). Good times with little kids. We have branded way to much in his little life. Now I wish he could count all the numbers correctly.

the anti-fight

Dedicated in memory of Stephanie NieNie's view on life:
I posted my scarcastic tale of fight #1, I want to also share how much I love him 1. because I can and 2. I don't want anyone to get the wrong Idea 'bout my love for Westly Scott Jr.

I love Jr for so many reasons.

I love him best when he will talk in the dark with me like I use to talk with my sisters. I think it is boring for him, but it is so connecting for me. I love it.
I love when he gets teary-eyed- esp in church. Seeing him do that for the first time was when I knew I was in love with him. I didn't even know him well. He wasn't even sitting next to me. I am not sure if he went to church with me or my roommate. I have a husband who can get in tune with the spirit.
I love when he prays or gives a blessing- see above.
I love when he blows off mistakes I make-like forgetting the cheese for his dip for his work lunch. His pet peeves are forgetting and not paying attention so it is nice when he can control those peeves.
I love to see his signature JR on items-like the gas register at Brides, aka Dimbats, aka Ashtons aka Mustang, aka the best ice in town, etc etc ( it has had many names) he is so cute and he is mine
I love to hear his laugh in a dark movie theater esp when noone else is laughing-we get the joke when the rest don't
I love it more when I know the audience is laughing because of his laugh-I am proud to be with him
I love to see him compliment someone's roping ability after he has had a rough go of it- I want to be like him
I love to see his kindness when he is tired- I aspire to that too but fall short
I love that he can ride a horse well-I love to watch him from behind
I love his fried eggs- after 10 years I am getting better at them too.
I love when he is all dressed up to go out. Man I know why I married him!
I love his choice in dinner places- we have tried many fun ones
I love knowing I can order for him -he is predictable (usually)
I love trying to "out-hot" him-figure it out yourself
I love our "10 and 10" game-we have not played in a while but it is my favorite memory from our short short dating career.
I love when he kisses on our kids and now to see him with Kelsey-too cute.
I love when he compliments Kennedy-she needs it and he gives good ones
I love when he smells- Funny huh- He is a hard working man and his "stink" is better than any other "stinky" man
I love when he can figure out stuff I can't- I can't be perfect all the time :)
I love when he buys me things I would never buy for myself- thanks for the ring babe and the belts and, and, and ...
I love that he likes me in glasses- who would think?
I love to dance with him-even if he thinks he isn't good at it
I love to see him use a chain saw-raw man power!!
I love his hair when he needs a hair cut-cute
I love that he can cut Wesie's hair- he is sexy when he does domestic things
I love when he drives fast and cuts up like a teen-ager. He has taught me so many bad habits
I love that he is a master camper I do the packing he does the settin up
I love his advise ( ususully-it keeps me grounded)
I love that he has a good job and is a good provider for our family we are so blessed even in these hard times
I love that he will take our son branding and on trips-he is a good dad making me a better mom
I love when he puts his hand on my leg in church I feel loved back
I love him because I can....

No comments please if this is not how you see it.

Here is a story given to me via email. If you don't agree with any part of it, just be glad we live in a country that allows both of us to have different opinions on everything.

A forwarded e-mail from retired Master Chief Mike Hobbs:
I put my carry-on in the luggage compartment and sat down in my assigned seat. It was going to be a long flight. 'I'm glad I have a good book to read. Perhaps I will get a short nap,' I thought.
Just before take-off, a line of soldiers came down the aisle and filled all the vacant seats, totally surrounding me. I decided to start a conversation. "Where are you headed?" I asked the soldier seated nearest to me. " Great Lakes Air Base. We'll be there for two weeks for special training, and then we're being deployed to Iraq ."After flying for about an hour, an announcement was made that sack lunches were available for five dollars. It would be several hours before we reached Chicago, and I quickly decided a lunch would help pass the time. As I reached for my wallet, I overheard the soldier ask his buddy if he planned to buy lunch. 'No, that seems like a lot of money for just a sack lunch. Probably wouldn't be worth five bucks. I'll wait till we get to Chicago .' His friend agreed.I looked around at the other soldiers. None were buying lunch. I walked to the back of the plane and handed the flight attendant a fifty dollar bill. 'Take a lunch to all those soldiers.' She grabbed my arms and squeezed tightly. Her eyes wet with tears, she thanked me. 'My son was a soldier in Iraq ; it's almost like you are doing it for him.'Picking up ten sacks, she headed up the aisle to where the soldiers were seated. She stopped at my seat and asked, 'Which do you like best - beef or chicken?' 'Chicken,' I replied, wondering why she asked.
She turned and went to the front of plane, returning a minute later with a dinner plate from first class. 'This is your thanks.'After we finished eating, I went again to the back of the plane, heading for the rest room. A man stopped me. 'I saw what you did. I want to be part of it. Here, take this.' He handed me twenty-five dollars.Soon after I returned to my seat, I saw the Flight Captain coming down the aisle, looking at the aisle numbers as he walked, I hoped he was not looking for me, but noticed he was looking at the numbers only on my side of the plane. When he got to my row he stopped, smiled, held out his hand, and said, 'I want to shake your hand.'Quickly unfastening my seat belt I stood and took the Captain's hand. With a booming voice he said, 'I was a soldier and I was a military pilot. Once, someone bought me a lunch. It was an act of kindness I never forgot.' I was embarrassed when applause was heard from all of the passengers.Later I walked to the front of the plane so I could stretch my legs. A man who was seated about six rows in front of me reached out his hand, wanting to shake mine. He left another twenty-five dollars in my palm.When we landed in Chicago I gathered my belongings and started to deplane. Waiting just inside the airplane door was a man who stopped me, put something in my shirt pocket, turned, and walked away without saying a word. Another twenty-five dollars! Upon entering the terminal, I saw the soldiers gathering for their trip to the base. I walked over to them and handed them seventy-five dollars. 'It will take you some time to reach the base. It will be about time for a sandwich. God Bless You.'Ten young men left that flight feeling the love and respect of their fellow travelers. As I walked briskly to my car, I whispered a prayer for their safe return. These soldiers were giving their all for our country. I could only give them a couple of meals.. It seemed so little... "A veteran is someone who, at one point in his life wrote a blank check, made payable to 'The United States of America for an amount of 'up to and including my life.' That is Honor, and there are way too many people in this country who no longer understand it.'"


"People sleep peaceably in their beds at night only because rough men stand ready to do violence on their behalf."