Hunting Season

It's amazing how much time and money is consumed with hunting, but I am having a great time hunting with my pops..... Dylan..... Steve and my husband when he is home...

Grandmas

Last summer, my mom worked on a special version of Que Sera and taught it to my sister’s kids, Hailey and Trevan.

THEIR SONG 

(may not be 100% accurate):

When I was just a little girl/boy

I asked my grandma what will I be

Will I be pretty/handsome will I be rich 

Here’s what she said to me

Que Sera Sera 

What ever will be will be

There’s one thing for sure

You’ll be special to me

When my sister’s mother-in-Law (the kid’s other grandma) was sick and in the hospital, Hailey and Trevan sang that same song to her. My sister recorded the singing as Trevan did his best to speed through the song while Hailey finished at a slower pace.

In the video, you can see how happy and grateful Ellen was to hear her two only grand children sing such a sweet custom song to her.

I don’t know if she knew my mom had taught them the song, I know she wouldn’t have cared either way, but I can bet that when my mom was teaching the kids the song she did not know what a true blessing that very song would bring to Ellen.

My mom loved Ellen very much and was happy to share her special song with the other grandma who’s days were numbered and every precious moment mattered more than we will ever know.

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Random Memory

A weird and random memory popped into my head today.

When I was in elementary school, mind you elementary school, there was a girl who rode the bus with me. She was sucking on a baby pacifier. I couldn't help but to stare, but I wasn't the only one staring. Someone asked her why she was sucking on a pacifier.

She pulled it from her mouth and said that it was to help her get off drugs. She did not laugh and was very serious about it.... 5th grade was the oldest she could have possibly been, unless- and this is probably the case - she repeated a grade or two, but either way it was disturbing and weird.

That's all I have to say about that random memory.

Life

Life is not fair, but life is not fair for everyone... which actually makes it fair.
Often we allow ourselves to be upset by small things we
should forget. We lose many irreplaceable hours brooding over
grievances that, in a year’s time, will be forgotten by us and by everybody. Instead we should devote our time on worthwhile thoughts and actions. Life is like a roller coaster, live it, be happy, enjoy life.
Everyone in life is gonna hurt you, you just have to figure out which people are worth the pain!






I am not sure who the author is, someone posted it on facebook and said they didn't know who the author was, but it was too good to ignore.... 

The good ones die young

I don’t think I will ever fully grasp the extent of all Ellen’s illnesses. When I first met her over 10 years ago, she had just beat breast cancer. Since then she has had one thing after another happen to her health and this is not to mention all the things she has been through before I knew her.

I am sad my ultimate prayer for a miracle was not answered, but when I think about it, Ellen has had so many miracles over the years. She was blessed with life over and over again as life threatening illness attacked her over and over again, she was blessed with two strong beautiful boys, one of which provided her with two perfect grandbabies. Her life was filled with miracles.

There will be no more heartache, no more pain for a woman who has endured more than her fair share of both.

The bravest person I know passed away yesterday at 11:20 a.m. Ellen was only 54 years old.

“The good ones die young”.

Please!

If you believe in prayer, please pray. If you believe in fasting, please fast. If you believe in


faith, please have faith that our Heavenly Father will heal Ellen Fry. Doctors have failed her and


now it's time for us to lift her up to the Lord so that he will hear our cries and save a woman


who is too young die. To know her is to love her. Please Please Please Lord heal her.

43 Pounds

After I got married I gained 43 pounds. I was already disappointed in myself for weighing as much as I did when I got married. I did not think I could possibly get any bigger than my heaviest I have ever been on my wedding day.

I am not depressed or feeling bad for myself because 2 years ago (1 year after I got married and gained 43 pounds) I started calorie counting. I didn't focus on loosing weight, only on documenting what I ate and how many calories I was consuming.

As of today, I have lost 36 pounds. It has been a long road, and I plan on staying on this path....pretty much for the rest of my life because lets face it, it's not going to get any easier.

Sometimes I get sad because this summer I know like 4 people who have lost a ton of weight and are looking pretty fantastic and I am still in slow-mo land, but ultimately I believe in the process and myself. I am glad for their success as well as mine;)

Now lets eat..... jk