Sunday, November 26, 2017

Sad Realization

I'm 57 years old; almost 58.  And aside from my daughters and sisters, I don't have any friends.
Yes, I know a lot of people, and they know me.  You know, the one's you see at church every week and say 'hi' in passing.  My co-workers tolerate me on the weekdays but we don't socialize at all out of the office. And my daughters and sisters like me because they HAVE to - we're family.  But they wouldn't choose me as a friend if I wasn't.
I'm not very good friend material.  I'm not patient with high maintenance people and I tend to be very blunt, sarcastic and very dry sense of humor with everyone.  Well, at least I USED to.  This year, I've probably changed more than I ever have in the past..  Menopause has left me just a shell of my former self.  I have no emotions - no ups and downs - no desires - no fears, pains, joys or expectations.  It has truly left me wondering what I do now with this body I have been left with.  I have anxiety like never before and have become a complete introvert - I go no-where in a social setting and seldom leave my house but to go to work.
Like I said...not very good 'friend' material.
But I want to be. 
So I have decided, after a year in the making, to become good friends with several people - be nice - I mean, REALLY be genuinely NICE to people.  I can't be the funny, outgoing, full of energy and life of the party person I used to be years ago, but I can be nice. And kind.  Take time to be kind and seek out others needs and wants instead, of my own. 
So my New Years Resolution has been chosen...become BFF's with someone...just someone.  Maybe even more than just ONE someone, but several 'someone's.  You know, the one you go to lunch with - gossip with - laugh with - go on a 'girl's get away 'with -
Someone I can give a necklace to.

Wednesday, November 22, 2017

They Come in all Different Sizes

A pair for every set of feet
The feet that wear these shoes belong to the people that make our house a home. And for hours after they have gone, their laughs and giggles, tears and rough housing, prayers and songs can still be heard by those of us who remain within these walls.
What joy these walls have experienced.

Our Sweet Spot

This is our backyard.  Just a corner of it.  We call it our 'sweet spot'.
Many nights, this backyard is filled with grandkids giggles, squeels, bonfires for roasting mallows, chasing from monsters and lot's of 'tag, you're it'.  The following mornings, it will once again be our peaceful and beautiful 'sweet spot'.
The leaves are falling and each night's memories remain firmly in my mind.
Del and I are blessed - truly blessed to have this life Heavenly Father has granted us.
I thank Him each day.

It Can't Happen Soon Enough


Sleepover with the Grandkids

We took them to Chick -fi-lay first where they ate all the chicken nuggets and fries they could before playing for over an hour on the toys.

frosting Halloween cookies

Our attempt at trying to get them all to sleep.  SO many giggles and laughs!!!

Papa and his favorite little people.

The Lott's that live with The Lott's

I love that she sucks her fingers

5 Months Old

Em loves taking a bath in Nana's tub.

Just hanging around outside

Having a sleep over with cousins

Evie's first Halloween

Emerson waiting until the time 'matches' so he can call his cousins.

The Halloween Mermaid

A Cowboy for Halloween - of course

A family selfie

Emerson loving on his sister

Off to a Halloween party at Mike and Kylie's

At Bliss Orthodontics








Work for some people, is just that...work.
But I have to admit, even though I have days that I'm ready to quit the job and be a stay home Nana, I really am blessed to have the job I do.  We do fun things in the office, Doctor takes us out to nice dinners, we celebrate Halloween with gusto, attend boring seminars and all get along for the most part.
This year will be our most financially successful year so far.  I have worked hard - I mean, really hard this year in our production and our collections.
I will be asking for a raise at the end of the year.

A BYU Memory Before Coming Home






I have to be honest... we chose the wedding date according to when there would be a football game in Provo.  And we all went -
And even though we lost the game, it was fun to be there as a family.