Scary Thoughts

Oh the holidays are a upon us, and as I type, I type this somewhat left thumbless. I injured it pretty badly last week, and required stitches to close it up. Gruesome, I know.

It's not a happy thought that brings me to my blog today. I have been overwhelmed by just how many things can go wrong. I had our stake center reserved for Brittany and Nate's reception, and it was promptly canceled due to Stake Conference being that weekend. I'm confused. We are having Stake Conference this weekend, and that it would make it coming up again in 4 short months. Needless to say, I'm trying to reserve our old stake center in Tempe, and am still awaiting a phone call back to put that in motion. What are my other options? My backyard? I should like to do this only to make my neighbor across the street annoyed as I have had to endure many a party of theirs and a street full of cars.

I am having some tests done that are weighing on my mind. Not sure what's wrong with me, but having to wait to find out is torture.

Angry that I am taken for granted. Upset at people who take off. Amazed that some can have such little regard for others. Fuming that some can't even for a solitary moment, make life easier for those around them. People that never answer their phone. These same people you wouldn't call in an emergency, because, (drumroll, please!) they NEVER answer their phone. No one says thank you anymore.

It's uncomfortable to be uptight and anxious all of the time. Have a good one.

Cuteness

Brittany and Nate celebrating their year of togetherness. Collectively now, "Aaaaawwwwww."


Here's something you don't see everyday. The health conscious duo sharing a dessert

Four months and two weeks from now and they'll be married! Happy Anniversary, Cutie Pies.

Chillin'

"Hi, I'm Makayla, and I am living the dream!"

"She's no walk in the park......"

I've been trying to wrap my head around this expression recently. I suppose one wouldn't be if their every waking moment is coursed with having to do something. Someone used this expression in reference to me.

And now I will explain why they are wrong. I am a walk in the park if you only have to sit and watch television or play endless games of Spider Solitaire on the computer. I am a walk in the park if you are allowed to nap at will, and you don't HAVE to do any work in the house you live in. I am a walk in the park if I tend to everyone's needs and you don't have to. I am a walk in the park if the landscape is taken care of regularly and you haven't hired anyone to do it. I am a walk in the park if the dogs you claim to love are exercised daily and you didn't hire a dog walker or a kennel service. I am a walk in the park if you have dirtied up something that I spent hours cleaning and I didn't scream at you.

I am a walk in the park if I spend 40+ hours a week working a paying job. I am a walk in the park if I tend to my own every need and don't rely on anyone else to do things for me. I am a walk in the park if I can do anything without someone telling me what to do. I am a walk in the park if I tend to the other relationships in the family.

Maybe you should take a walk in the park and see if it's any different than what you do now.

More ill gotten booty......

Makayla and her momma.


Makayla bug.


Makayla and her daddy.......something about being wrapped around her little finger.


Makayla looks likes she's so happy and content that she is smiling. I could just eat her up!

I steal other people's photos

Makayla loving on her daddy and giving him kisses!

Makayla Ashleigh Johnson

Meet our brand new baby granddaughter. She was born September 23, 2010 at 9:34pm. She weighed in at 8 lbs 15 oz and 23 inches long. Oh, how we love her already!

Being there for Makayla's birth is ranked up on my top ten list of best moments of my life. I was there when Brittany had her baby, and now Andrew has a little girl of his own. I hope to be present with all of my grandchildren's births.

I really thought that since Jennifer (baby's mommy) isn't my daughter, that I would feel a little more detached from the experience. Jennifer has been wonderful in that she invited me to be there for doctor's appointments and ultrasounds. I got to be in the delivery room along with her mother.

When Jennifer was pushing, my mother instinct kicked in and the tears started flowing. Jennifer worked so hard! Makayla was delivered, and I watched my son attending to her on the little isolette table. It's hard to describe the pride you feel when you see your child becoming a parent for the first time. He was crying, and I was overwhelmed with my feelings of love for him. My baby has a baby!

Andrew has always been and is so attentive to Jennifer, and now, their daughter. I hope that had a little bit to do with me in raising him to be a caring and loving man.

Brittany also had the opportunity to be present when Makayla was born. I have been so worried about her feelings too. Her daughter is still so very present with us, and always will be.

I'm rambling, I think, because I am tired. This much I know, Makayla is beautiful and we love her so much already. Andrew and Jennifer are already wonderful parents. Brittany is going to be okay. And, I love my family more than anything.