Basketball poem by Spencer

Basketball
Basketball is my favorite sport
It has a great court.

Basketball is cool
But it makes a lot of people look like a fool.

I am going to become a professional
I am sure it will lower my cholesterol.


I just had to post this...great job Spencer!!

The middle of a decade

It's Sunday night, and I really need to go to bed. I've been able to get in touch with some old friends on FB, friends from Indian Springs, where I attended Jr. and Sr. High and friends from the last single's ward (For my friends who aren't Mormon...it's the congregation I met in to go to church before I married Eric) I attended before marriage, made me remember that they were like my family for a few years and then we grow apart. However, for me, the feelings come back so quickly and I am so excited to see and read about tidbits of their life and thoughts...then there are some I just want pick up where we left off and talk for hours, hours that I don't have right now, but, it is fun. It's also making realize how much time has past and things I still have not done.

I believe I have written on every goal list I've ever made as an adult with this goal, "I want to write a Novel". I do, I really do. I just don't know where that's going to come from, but it's a goal and with all the letters, journals, emails, short stories and poems I've penned over my lifetime so far I have written several, but not the publishing kind.

As I approach 45, I do it with a bit more energy than I had turning 44, just a bit. Infact I don't even remember turning 44 and on facebook I said I was about to turn 44, instead of 45. I'm not sure I have had the brain power, physical ability or emotional stamina to even realize I have been 44 for a whole year. Turning 45 means I'm right in the middle of 40 and 50...it's not a bad place, it's just I keep thinking I'm going to wake up in the morning with WISDOM, FRESH FLOWERS sitting on my dresser, the INSPIRATION for the story that I'm meant to write (the novel) and someone to make me exercise. Instead I wake up to a baby gooing or calling out something that sounds like ma ma, he needs me to take care of him, fix his botte, change his diaper and carry his squirmy little happy self to our chair and get that bottle in his mouth and as soon as he's done, he's ready to jump out of my arms and jump as I hold on to him, and I do it happily, but it makes me SORE. He makes me smile, laugh and I can't imagine my life without him. I have a little 7 year old girl that says things like this, "Mommy I love Brandon. (boy in her class) I can't tell him, but what if he doesn't love me back." In my mind I'm going "LOVE??" But then I realize she does love him in her 7 year old way and sometimes he doesn't want to play with her and to her that's rejection. So we talk about it and I listen for promptings and wisdom to come to my soul. As I'm listening, I realize she's off to some other adventure and has worked it all out in her mind...she just wanted to share with me, and then go play pet-shop. I don't know what I will do when she's a teenager. Then there is the teenager that is saving money for a WII, he's so close and he keeps asking me what he can do for more money. I want to say apply for a job! LOL. Not yet, he's 13 so it's not time yet. I make a deal with him that if he will clean up all his dog's poop in the back yard this week he can be paid enough money to cover the taxes. I think..."why am I bargaining with this boy to do something I've been asking him to do daily???" He's a good kid and helps me regularly without complaint..or little complaint, but there's that one thing...the DOG POOP. I keep hoping I'm as good of a wife to Eric as he is a husband to me. He's my best friend and I know days, night, weeks, months, years and decades are so much better with him by my side. I miss him right now.

Okay, so anyway..where was I? See, I wonder all around and I forget the point I really wanted to make. Oh yes, I'm in the middle of my 40's...and I'm hoping that I can float in to 45 and be at peace with it and not get depressed about the physical part of it, just continue to have hope, daily joy in the small wonders of life and be able to keep getting up off the floor after playing with Neal. I also hope that I'm closer to writing the Novel and climbing Mt. Charleston!

Duncan Twins!

On Wednesday I was able to see Clark and Nathan Duncan after 6 weeks of not seeing them...boy have they grown and are they CUTE! Here is a small dose of them.

Clark, Happy baby boy!

Clark, Not so happy.

Clark, content.

Clark, preparing his tongue to sing, "I have a little turtle...."

Nathan, not happy.

Nathan, cracking a smile.

Nathan, look at those eyes!

Nathan, also preparing his tongue to sing, "I have a little turtle..."

If you are my niece or nephew,

my own child,

a past daycare child,

or have ever been babysat by me as a baby since my daycare days...you know "I have a little turtle, his name is tiny Tim..."

It takes serious tongue action at the end..Neal is still trying to get it!

Proud Aunt Nez, with Nathan (blue bib) and Clark (Binky)

Thank you Mommy, Bev, for bringing these two adorable baby boys in to our family! I know it's not easy, but you, grandma (mom) and all your other helpers are doing a great job from what I can see!

Neal is not too thrilled that they have taken center stage!!!

Opposition in all things...

Opposition in all things is a true principle, but this isn't really a difficult trial or anything. It's just that something seems to be wrong with my printer and therefore I can not post any pictures today. I have some of the twins, because I went to see Bev yesterday after taking my mom to the dentist. I also have pictures of my new shoes and I was going to post a story...so hopefully Eric can figure out the problem and I can be up and running with photos.

It's a beautiful sunny day today as well..still a bit chilly, but sunny. Okay, I guess I will wait for the photos and go back to doing laundry.

A short love story

I found this in an old journal.

In 1985 as I recall I think this was a Sadie Hawkins type dance.

There was a marriage booth.

Rod Robbins was one of my best friends and made my heart beat faster.

He must have agreed to this...he doesn't look too distressed.

Look at that Tie!

Look at my MAKEUP!

Look at my HAIR...I had no idea it was that color, that length, that thick!

Look at Rod's HAIR...his hat!

The juicy part is that Rod and I are still friends.

We still keep in contact and we still love each other.

Of course we aren't married to each other, I mean you know I'm married to my handsome, sexy, and amazing Eric.

and

Rod is married to his sweet, beautiful, vivacious Kathi.

In separate houses, in different states,

24 years later

We are all living happily ever after!

THE END.

(Actually I hope it's not really the end...it's just the end of the little story)

Kathi, Rod, Dakota, Eric, Me, Camilla, Spencer, Mom (Shirley Sanders), Dad (Frank Sanders) in 2007 when the Robbins came to Payson...we had so much FUN!

What's for dinner?

Ever get stumped on what to make for dinner? Well, Spencer and Camilla came up with an interesting menu...

Neal Soup...looks like Neal thinks it's yummy.

This is called "how to get kids to cook"

Neal's 1st birthday

Neal's first birthday

Happy 1st Birthday to our Baby Neal! You've come a long way baby. We sure love you!

Here are a few photo memories of those first few days after Neal's birth.

My hands on Neal, just a few days after he was born, Feb, 2008

Me holding Neal in the hospital Feb. 2008

Neal in February 2008
We are so thankful for Neal and all the wonderful doctors, nurses, and therapist who have helped us this past year. It has been an amazing journey so far.

Neal the jumpin' bean