I'm going private...

I have thought about it for a while now, and I am making my blog private.  My decision has been helped along because my Mom's house was robbed and they stole her computer.  She had my blog in her favorites, so I've made up my mind.  If any of you readers would like to view the blog, just comment with your email or send me a message on facebook with it.  It will probably be within the week that I will do it.  Who knows what the losers will do with the information that is on my Mom's computer.  People do stupid things!   Have a great day!!

In loving memory....

Today marks a year since my Dad passed away.  It has been a rough year.  I know that it has been a lot easier for me than for my Mom, she's still struggling.  I have hard days, but I also have more distractions.  I still can't listen to the radio without flipping stations like crazy, it's hard to listen to most songs.  Especially ones that I know he liked.  I don't know if I'll ever be able to listen to the Temptations again without crying.  It's really tough losing someone you love so much.  There's a big ache inside and a hole is left in your heart.  Everytime I think about him there is a tightening in my chest and I just have to change what I'm doing or I'm a blubbering mess.  I know as time goes on the pain will lessen, but I don't want the memories to fade.  I am going to try really hard to keep his memory alive and help my kids to remember, and know their Grandpa.  He was a great man and I love him very much!

 My Dad with Kylan

 Mom and Dad

My favorite picture of my Dad and me

Here's a song that reminds me of my Dad

Always something there to remind me

I walk along the city streets you used to walk along with me,
And every step I take recalls how much in love we used to be.
Oh, how can I forget you?
When there is always something there to remind me
Always something there to remind me
I was born to love you, and I will never be free
You'll always be a part of me, whoa oh whoa
When shadows fall, I passed a small cafe where we would dance at night
And I can't help recalling how it felt to kiss and hold you tight
Oh, how can I forget you?
When there is always something there to remind me
Always something there to remind me
I was born to love you, and I will never be free
You'll always be a part of me, whoa oh whoa, whoa oh whoa


I miss and love you Dad!

Obladi, oblada....

So this week I have been a single parent.  But it's a little different for the real ones.  I didn't get to drop off at daycare and then go to work.  They ARE my work.  And work they are.  It is now Thursday night, and I have almost made it.  Nate will be coming home Sunday night.  So that leaves Friday, Saturday, and Sunday on my lonesome.  I will spare all the details, but it has pretty much been draining and I'm done.  It wouldn't be so bad, if it weren't for soccer games, two of them on Saturday.  And then Sunday I am in charge of singing time in Primary, but I have my baby to take care of too.  So now I get to sucker someone into taking her for me.  Usually it's Nate that has her, which works, but she's a Mommy's girl and who knows how it will go since she hasn't had Daddy around all week and she's only had Mommy spoiling her ALL week.  Such is life, I guess.  I really dislike that Nate had to work out of town, out of state for that matter.  He got to go to Wyoming, Colorado, and Utah and I'm stuck in the rain, with nothing to look at but Mesquite bushes and pump jacks!  Sorry I am complaining, but hey, it's my blog!  Which is pretty much my journal, so sorry folks! :)  I know I'll make it through, well duh!  And it's my attitude that will help (oh shut up already!).  But there is a reason that God has said there should be a Mom and a Dad.  We are here to help each other out, and I really hate doing it all myself.  The kids have no distractions, but me, and my nerves are shot!  I'm sure hoping for a great weekend, but I'm very pessimistic and I like to plan for the worst.  Then if it does go well, Great!  Yada, yada, yada.....I will just end here, because I need sleep and I'm pretty crabby, as you can see.  I'm gonna hit the hay!