Maya Angelou , she is good. Real good.

Maya Angelou


This is one of the best thing I have read.    Every sentence that she wrote or spoke went straight to my heart.   I can relate to it.
We find out what we are made of when we are called to help others.   I hope my friends know that they can count on me.   I will be there. And I know they will be there for me. Always and Forever….

My Life. Shared.

I have decided to get back blogging.  This is my journal in some sort of weird twisted  way.    I like to write.  I like to write about me. I like to write about my family.  The good, the bad, the just plain ugly, not so “Jone’s” way we are.  I like that we aren’t what the world calls “normal”.  I am not normal, I never was really…  I am cool with that,  I always have been.  It’s how I roll.  Whether Zoey likes it or not, she is just like me!  And my family,  we became “not normal” when I had more than 4 children.  People ask, are you nuts? What were you thinking?  Well I was thinking, my husband was looking pretty dang that night , about 9 months before, the littlest chicken nugget came. Do they want more details?

As for me and Facebook,  we have a love/hate relationship. Facebook came into my life and it was great for a few minutes.  It got easier to waste my time on facebook surfing around to see what my friends are up too, when in reality, I don’t really care what they eat for dinner, how much weight they loose, what 1/2 marathon they just ran, how they are choosing to not eat sugar or fast food, or what cutesy thing they spent way to long making on Pinterest. .  Don’t get me wrong,  I am happy for them, 2 thumbs up to you. It’s just not my thing.
Every one has different “things”.  Mine is my blog.  And my kids. And a Mcdonalds Coke, large.  And texting. And people watching.  I really like to people watch.  In fact, on bucket list is to go with Daniel (no kids) on a trip to NY, central park and sit on a bench and watch people.  Get myself a large coke, that probably isn’t a $ at Mcdonalds but more  like $2.99- after all, it is Central Park- and just sit in the sun and watch people from ages 1-99 walk by.

I also want to zip line, and go on a trip with my brothers and sisters, all 5 of them without kids, like no kids at all.  Daniel would be the youngest one there.
I also want to go to Hawaii, like my sis Steph just did.  Her trip looked so dreamy.   Multiple times a day I would get on Instagram and look at her pictures, close my eyes and wish I were there.

I also want to say I have been to every state, every single state!    Wouldn’t that be cool?    I want to rich enough one day to help others when they need it most.

I want to help out at a soup kitchen on Christmas morning. I want my kids to be right beside me , helping me.  There is something so special giving a meal to someone who truly appreciates it.

I miss walking with my friend Chris.  We walked and we talked.  I miss that.

I want to go back to Europe and vacation.  Italy, London, Spain, Germany, Austria, Ireland ( I have never been to Ireland), Switzerland. I want to drive on the autobahn. Linda Bosworth, always made it look so fun.   If I do go back someday, I will drive fast, listen to music loudly and think of her.    I think of Linda K Boz often…   She and Zoey have the same Bday.  I remember her telling me once Oct 29th was a great day to be born, that was when I realized that Zoey shared it with her.

I want Jack to get his Eagle project paperwork stuff done.  He is almost there, and everything has stopped.   I just keep telling myself, he will do it, he will do it….

Zoey just came home from working at Little Ceasars and she has a coke. A McDonald’s coke!  How dare she come into this house and buy one for her and not me..   What was she thinking?  She wasn’t!   I will forgive her this time, seeing as though it’s 8:26pm and if I drank it I would be up all night I bet.

We eat Pizza once a week. We are that kind of family.  Some days I just don’t want to cook.

When I type, I like to listen to church music. Currently the song is  “I Heard Him Come” by Afterglow.   This is one of my favorite songs.  It’s so good.  Who ever is still reading this and gives a crap, go look up on  and listen to it. It’s great!     I like church music and I like a good beat, rap music.  It’s cool…. Taylor Swift new CD 1989 is my current jam.

Times like today, I want to freeze.  I want to freeze now.  The kids are being super loud in the family room.  I don’t want the kids to grow up…  Can’t we be like this forever and ever?  Why do the days have to go by so fast.

Sometimes I look at Daniel and think, He better not die first.  I don’t know what I would do without him.  When I think that I think of the song by Hilary Weeks, If I only had today…”   It’s another fav of mine.  It’s so good.

I type what I am thinking,  and it’s like there is a bouncy ball in there somewhere and I type what I am thinking, at that moment…

Okay,  my PM meds are kicking in, I need to get bed.  I work tomorrow. Yes I work now, as if I weren’t busy enough.  That’s for another post.

Until tomorrow……





The Week That Senta Went to Arizona

No…this is not about Senta’s trip to Arizona, this is about the week that I had while she was in Arizona…Let’s start…


Sunday started out with waking up at like 5:00am to get Senta to the airport, not really a big deal, we had here there well before her flight was supposed to leave and I was going home to get back in bed…all was good…or so I thought. I got home at like 6:30 ish, climbed in bed only to be greated a few minutes later by drew and Berkley who wanted breakfast, and seconds after that Nolan who wanted to play the Xbox. My visions of sleeping a little longer where shot, so up I got. The morning went like most Sundays, kids complaining that they had to dress “nice”, and “…why do we have to go to church anyway?” I said because, that’s what we do on Sunday, we look nice and we go to church…this made me no friends. Once everyone was dressed, and ready, we set of for church at 12:00, “But your ward doesn’t meet till 1:00, why so early” Well we went early because Zoey and Jack where taking part in a special “Youth Only” Sacament meeting, and they had what could only be considered a Dress Rehersal at 12:15. So we all got an extra hour of sitting in the chapel, super fun.

Sacrament meeting went of wonderfully, the rest of church was pretty typical, and we all made it home by 4:30. Dinner went well, and we had zero extra meetings that Sunday, which was good. The kids all got to watch “Once Upon a Time” and I got to watch my favorite show “The Amazing Race”. Kids went to bed at 9:00 and I got some homework done. I was in bed and asleep around 11:30.


With how well Sunday went I was thinking it would be a pretty easy week…then tragedy struck…Berkley started crying about 2:00am, she was sick, slight fever, and a really upset stomach. We where both up most the night, she finally fell back asleep at 5:30, just in time for me to drive Zoey and Jack to seminary. I got back, and started my morning routine of setting out clothes and making a lunch for Nolan. Berkley was still not feeling well, so I decided rather than dropping Drew and Berkley off at a fiends house for the morning, only to return at lunch time to get drew on his bus for his afternoon at Preschool, I would just Change my half day off to a full day of, and hopefully work a little from home. all was well and good until I realized, I didn’t have the number for the person I was dropping the kids off at…I wasn’t about to text Senta, because 8:00am in Michigan was 5:00am in Arizona. I eventually got the number from another friend, and was able to let her know. She of course offered to watch them later that week, to shich I said thanks, but i’m pretty sure that we are good for the week…little did I know what was still instore for me that week.

I spent the rest of Monday cleaning, doing laundry, and all they other things Senta typicly does during the day. I got drew on the bus at 12:10 and continued with house maintenance. befor I knew it, Zoey was walking in the door at 2:30. I left with Berkley to get drew at 3:00, then on to get jack at 4:00. at this point I should back up to the previous weekend…Drew got into legos the past weekend…like really into them. He played with Nolan and Lucas’s sets and on sunday Nolan and Lucas decided that maybe that wasn’t th best idea, so they told him he couldn’t anymore…this made him really sad, and I felt bad for him and made the mistake of tell him maybe he could get his own set…I ment to say  for your birthday, but didn’t so he took it as I ment tomorrow. So back to picking up Drews from school, the first thing he said to me was…”Are we going to get me Lego’s now…” Crap I though, at this point I couldn’t really tell him no, he had been building it up in his head all day, so…after we got jack I took them to Meijer, I needed to get some Milk anyway. If you ever take your 5 yr old into the Lego isle to pick something out, well…just avoid it. It was a nightmare, he had his heart set on the set that they sell at target with 100 guys and all the vehicles from that old movie…you may be saying, what, I haven’t ever seen a set like that, and you would be right…he wanted me to buy him the Lego Star Wars display case they have set up in Target…

Jack and I both attempted to explain that you can’t buy that, but he wasn’t hearing it. We eventually settled on a “minifighter” x-wing set, and he was happy, Berkley on the other hand discovered they had Logo’s for girls, so…she got a small set to. We got the other things from Meijer and left for home. By this time, Nolan and Lucas where home, and already playing the Xbox. I made them stop, to get chores done and that was pretty much the next 2 hours of my life. Dinner was made, eaten, and cleaned up. the kids got put in bed, and at 9:00, I drove Zoey to her Dance class, I was home an hour later. I got stuff readt for the next day and headed to bed myself.


Big issues Tuesday Mornig…I woke up at 7:00

10 things I said my children wouldn’t do

I didn’t write this, I borrowed it from, but I so could have written it…this is my life. 620-x-400-frazzled-mom The people who can raise a perfectly well behaved child are those people who don’t have any children. You know who these people are because they don’t have dried pudding on their jeans, and there wasn’t a toddler close enough to quietly put a booger in their hair while they struggled to adjust the cart seat strap. Before I had kids, I was also an expert on raising children. Here are some of my “expert declarations” and a brief rundown of my “actual” findings…

1. My kids will never behave that way in public. 

By “behave,” I meant they’d never throw tantrums in the store. Those hysterical fits that sound like they’re being chased down the cereal aisle by an actual shark. When tantrums actually happen in public, I react the way anyone in my situation would. I ask random people if these are their kids. Or, I’ll whisper to the people next to me: “I’m the nanny.” Occasionally I compliment my children on their form as they thrash and contort their body in ways that defy both human biology and physics.

2. My kids will not eat crappy food. 

My toddlers are picky. So, getting them to eat anything that isn’t a sticker or a crayon is a small victory. If they pass on green beans and carrots and choose to inhale chicken nuggets or pepperoni, it’s an amen-arm raising-hallelujah-kind of moment. I always toss in a gummy vitamin twice a day, this is how I live without guilt.

3. I will never leave the house looking like that. 

Oh, but I do. It’s not that I don’t care about how I look. I mean, mostly I don’t really care how I look, but a lot of times I actually forget to do things like brush my hair or put on makeup or brush my teeth. I have, however, never forgotten pants. You’re welcome.

4. My house will never look like that. 

My house looks like a Build-A-Bear Workshop exploded in it. There are stuffed animals, clothes and toy parts scattered everywhere. I’ve learned that cleaning up after kids while they’re awake is like trying to clean up splattered food from an open blender, that’s still running. It’s exhausting. The only way my house will ever be clean is if it spontaneously combusts.

5. I will never be late anywhere. 

The slowest my children ever move is when we have to go anywhere that has a start time. On any given day, my kids burn around the house like their pants are on fire. They move with the energy of 80 toddlers, breaking the sound barrier as they circle the dining room table for the billionth time. The second I have to be anywhere, time goes backwards. It turns into negative time. That’s how long it takes them to get to me. -15 minutes. Don’t get me started on putting coats and shoes on. Let’s just say that no one can put their arm through the coat holes when they’re too busy trying to put their shoes on their ears.

6. I will never negotiate with my children. 

Negotiation is a powerful tool. It gives my children the chance to exercise decision making. Thus pushing them towards successful independence. Just kidding. It gives me my way. For example, if little Susie wants ice cream, she has to eat three more chicken nuggets. If she doesn’t eat them, everyone else at the table gets ice cream. Raising a child is like a business. It’s all about incentives. Okay, maybe it sounds more like bribing. To-may-toe. To-mah-toe.

7. I will not allow my children to watch TV.

During winters such as these, when your family is one snowflake away from mumbling themselves into full-fledged cabin fever, TV is a sanctuary. A magical box that emits irresistible sounds and colors that buy me at least 15 minutes of motionless activity. Where I can resume banging my head against the wall without interruption.

8. I will never get annoyed by my children. 

Sometimes I initiate a game of hide and seek that I don’t tell anyone else about. Then, I’ll hide in places where a 3-year old would never think to look, like inside the dryer. And I eat candy.

9. I won’t let my kids stop me from traveling. 

Taking a trip to Target requires more items than settlers needed for the westward expansion. If our forefathers had mostly toddlers in tow, they’d have made it as far as Ohio before one of them realized they left a toy behind. After the meltdown was over, everyone would mutually agree that Ohio was “west” enough. We do travel now that we have kids, but I’m not up for discussing our experiences. I’m still trying to sort it all out in therapy.

10.  My kids will listen to me. 

I honestly believe that early childhood development doesn’t include the ability to listen. Hear, yes. Listen, no. For whatever reason no one hears me until I’m in full blown auctioneer mode, rattling words off at 115 decibels. By the time anyone in my house responds, I’ve sold a sheep and four tractors at a farm auction six counties away. There’s nothing more humbling than becoming a parent. There’s no experience in life that challenges your character, patience and endurance like raising children. Well, maybe surviving the Alaskan wilderness in the winter after being chased by a pack of ravenous wolves is more challenging. Hopefully those wolves were chasing you at -40 miles per hour and mostly kept their boogers to themselves.

Originally posted by Christina, for ScaryMommy


I can’t believe Daniel and I are parents of a 16 year old.  Where did the time go?  Wasn’t she just running around our 2 bedroom apartment in a diaper with her white blonde hair that always looked nappy.  I would brush and brush that hair and it didn’t matter, the result was always messy a few minutes after I brushed it.  She was such a happy little girl.  So perfect.  Zoey never cried, never threw fits,  always willing to share with others.  She was perfect.   She was chill just like she is now.   I am so proud of the girl she is turning into and can’t wait to see what the next 16 years has in store for my little girl.



I said I wouldn’t be this way but….

I told myself when the last 1/4 of the year hit and my life got insanely busy that I wouldn’t stop blogging, even if they were short I wouldn’t stop.

I stopped. .

School hit.  The month of September is always CRAZY!  I started making appointments for me and the kids to get into dr. dentists. eye. ear. before the end of the year.  Open houses happened. Field trips. Fund raisers. Getting up at 5am for seminary, I will never enjoy this.  Birthdays have begun.  Zoey’s just happened-  HAPPY 16th, my love!  I hope I can blog about out amazing trip with Kaitlyn and Lisa.

Tomorrow is Drew’s Bday and he thinks he is having a friend party, and he isn’t.  I am sure tomorrow is going to be interesting. He is very excited to turn 5, very excited.  He has been talking about it ALL WEEK!

Next week is Lucas’s, he will be double digits!   10 baby.  My sweet little guy will be 10, that’s so crazy.

Then comes Thanksgiving, quick trip to DC for my brothers retirement party, Birdie’s bday, my bday and Christmas. And, I have a total of 25 appts to go to BEFORE Dec 31st.   That’s Dr. Dentists. Specialists. Ear. Eye. I have 5 teacher conferences  .,  well I guess I should say 15 teachers to see.

I don’t write this to brag,  I only write this because someday when I am much older and the kids have families of their own and are living a life,  I can smile and say I remember those days.  And hopefully I am able to live near to help them out so they can go on field trips with their little ones, Dr appointments without small children in tow.  And maybe meet their spouse for lunch while I babysit their wee little angels….

Until then…..

Camping with my 11yr old

Last weekend, October 18th-19th, Senta took Zoey to Chicago…This is not about that trip. The same weekend Senta took Zoey, Nolan had an 11 yr old campout scheduled with the older boy scouts in our ward, and thanks to some helpful family members, who where willing to sleep over at our place, to watch the rest of the kids, I was able to take him.

The day started off with a huge work project, we moved 2 departments from our location in Dearborn, to a location in Southfield. The morning went ok, and I was looking good on meeting the scouts at 5:30. Our group went to the new location at 2:00 to meet with the moving company so we could unload and setup the computers…they where late…2 hours late. We started setting computers up at 4:00, and finished around 6:00. I made it home, packed the car, and was out the door with Nolan by 7:00. We arrived sometime around 7:45 to discover that the older boys bailed, and opted for a sleep over  instead, and one of the 11 yr old scout leaders had to work. So it was Nolan and another boy, his dad, the scout master and me. The older boys scout master also come to the campout and hung for a bit.

Dinner consisted of bacon wrapped hot dogs, and S’mores. Nolan, not a huge fan of hot dogs, discovered it was quite easy to cook bacon on a campfire with a stick. After dinner, we cleaned up, prepared for bed, and went to sleep. It got pretty cold that night, so rather than dealing with a freezing son, I brought our tent heater…yep they make them. I have a 2 man backpacking tent, that is designed to keep heat in, as well as providing a sheltered vestibule, its basically a modernized pup wp_ljhk_20131019_001tent. The heater gets that thing warm…it was around 40 degrees outside, but inside the tent, Nolan was sleeping on top of his sleeping bag. The only downside was when I turned the heater off, Nolan forgot it was there and accidently touched the grate, it gave him what he said, was a pretty cool looking burn mark.

Around 4:00am the rain started…and it didn’t stop…

We woke up the next morning, broke down camp, and made breakfast…all in the rain. Nolan made pancakes, and did a great job. after we where all cleaned up, we made our way to the Island Lake Shooting wp_ljhk_20131019_003Range. the older boys meet us up there, some of them where working on their rifle merit badge while others their shotgun merit badge. Nolan, was going to shoot rifles, but first he had to get his protection gear…he was supper excited he got “budder” glasses…(Minecraft thing)

As we walked down to the rifle range, Nolan got nervous. He said “I don’t really want to shoot”…I told him, just shoot one clip, and if it’s not your thing we can leave.  Nolan was shooting a Ruger Sr-22, which fires a .22 caliber round. Nolan though it was neat that it had a scope on it . The range only allows 6 rounds to be loaded at a time, but that’s all it took. Nolan loved it…He went through about 40 rounds, and then tried a few rounds on a lever action .22, then he was to cold and wet for it to be fun anymore so we made our way back to the car and headed home. It was a good day…It was the first time in a long time he said to me “Dad, thanks for bringing me, this was fun”