R-E-S-P-E-C-T-- Let Me Tell You What It Means To Me

Lately, I have been thinking how any child from this generation has made it to a walking, talking being.

Earlier this week, I was walking to my car after having made sure my kids were safely on their vans and on their way to their parents care. I heard the roar of the big yellow school buses leaving and over the roar as they began to drive out of sight, there was a voice yelling out the window "Matthew hates you fat woman!"

What a blow to the ego. Actually it was the icing on the cake. First of all, I am trying to figure out why that particular child or any child for that matter, was allowed to be yelling out the window. My Gram drove a bus for nearly 30 years and she would have NEVER ALLOWED a child to hang out the window, much less scream obscenities to school staff. Then it occurred to me. Children are not taught to respect adults.

Where was the respect lost? When was it lost? Even better WHY was it lost?

To make my case even stronger, let me tell you about what happened with 2 of my boys in my class. This was the first ego blow.

Now these two boys come from Hispanic families who speak only Spanish in the home. Teaching them about sentence structure and grammar is challenging.

They giggle. ALL THE TIME!!! When we turn our back to write on the board, when we talk to one another.

So on this day, they had already been trouble. As they were packing their things to go home, they were laughing at a paper. The classroom teacher, went over and gave them a death glare and told them hand it over. They first told her it was a punching bag.

Punching bag my a..foot!! It was a picture. It was a picture they drew. It was a picture they drew of boobies, butts and poop. Not skinny girl boobies and butts, but BIG girl boobies and butts.

Soooooooo, they had to write sentences, have a letter sent home and go see the principal.

When they were asked what it means to be respectful and dis-respectful, they had NO idea. I could blame this on only Spanish speaking home, but the English speaking kids do not know what they mean either. The main stream 6th grade class are devils with a capital D.

I suspect the window caller is one of those evil devils.

Ode to Beverly From Italy Continues...

The face says it all....ASSatone!! That is what it tastes like. I wouldn't wish this on my worse enemy. Well actually I would.
The pictures say it all.

Until next time!!!

Ode to Beverly From Italy

What a weekend!! Fun, Fun and more fun with a touch of drama but that was a minuet point.

Friday we did a session at the St. George Temple. It was a full and I mean FULL session. I was sweating bullets the whole time. It felt like my very first session. I need to make a point to go more. Amanda and Holly, I am holding us to the once a month Temple date. Then we hit Vegas. We had dinner at P.F Changs and it was delicious!!!! So good!!

Saturday was our last day in Vegas. We decided to go see a few more hotels and play a few more slots before heading back to St. George. We checked out the MGM Grand, played a few machines then had lunch at a slightly more expensive McDonalds. Afterwards we headed out to the Strip. There were a few shops we wanted look at as well as heading over to New York New York. First we went in to the M&M store. All I have to say is it is a very good thing I showered and used deodorant. There were so many people in that store that if I even wanted to buy something, I would have been there until the 2nd Tuesday of next week. So as quickly as we walked in, slow as molasses we walked out. We checked out the Oxygen bar. I really wanted to try this legal feel good but I couldn't bring myself to pay $30 to breath air. So we went to the Coke store.

And this is where we met Beverly of Italy.

To be continued....

Ohhhhhh Vegas Baby!!!

Oh I am so excited. Tomorrow I am leaving for St. George and then Friday we are going to go to the St. George Temple and then leave for Vegas. That is a little oxy-moron. But we are good LDS girls.

So what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas.

We are going to have so much fun. As I said before I am going with 4 other awesome women who crack me up, make me think and love me for who I am.

So Ladies, it is our time....We are going to have a blast!!!!!

See you in Vegas!!!

Army

My cousin Andrew just graduated from Army basic training!! In the last two months he has grown in to a handsome young man that we are all proud of!! Way to go Andrew!!!!

To Private Andrew Giles:
You are going to be great!! You are a wonderful husband and father and I am just so proud of you for all that you have accomplished!! You can do anything your heart desires if you believe. I know you will go far in whatever endeavor you choose. Love ya! Spring

Wow, now I sound like I am either giving a Mary Kay seminar speech or a talk in Church! I guess you preach what you practice.

A Sad Day

Today is a sad day. Our long time family friend Marlene Hunt passed away. She is my aunt's sister-in-law and my mom's friend. She was a nice, sweet and caring person.

She was strong in the Gospel and set a good example for others. She was a good mother and loved her family.

Growing up, she baby sat my youngest brother and sometimes after school, we would have to go to her house until my parents got home from work. I always loved going over there.

She was good to us. When our ward turn their backs on us, she and her family did not.

My heart goes out to her husband, children and grandchildren. She will be greatly missed.

11 Days Until Vegas!!

And so the count down has begun.... Vegas in 11 days!! With 3 good friends!! The plan is to go to St.George Thursday and spend the night at Kelli's then Friday and Saturday we will be in Vegas. Saturday night back in St. George and then we drive home on Sunday. We are going to stay at Tahiti Village, just off the Vegas Strip. We are trying to decide if we are going to see a show or something, but that is still up in the air. We are going to get dressed up cute and hit the strip. We may stay out all night or maybe we will all come back married to rich sugar daddies. There are 24 hour wedding chapels after all.

You know what they say....What happens in Vegas, Stays in Vegas.

Post from Shabby and Frills

I am re-posting a post my mom wrote for her blog. It is so hilarious and so my life....

Friday, August 27, 2010

WHAT THE FEBRUARY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

It was going to be a peaceful Thursday evening. My sweet hubby was back on his shift (12 hr 7pm-7am).

I was just going to lay on the bed and watch T.V. it was going to be so relaxing..............................

Suddenly "MOM MOM I have nothing to wear to work tomorrow what am I going to do??? ".

GRRREat I have already been sewing for her for the last week but thats ok I enjoy it. So I get up and go into my favorite room to sew. I am working on the project and I can't keep my eyes open my head actually bobbed at the sewing machine. I looked at the clock it was 6:40 pm. My husband had already been gone for an hour. It was early my favorite shows were not even on yet. I tried but I just could not sit there. I told my daughter I was sorry but I had to lay down. I went in took a shower and put all my little dogs on the bed and crawled in. It was so comfy. I was gone.

I always sleep with the T.V. on when my husband works nights, don't know why I just do. Goodness knows no one would dare come into this house with 3 huge poodles waiting to help them carry and load any thing they wanted.

I woke to an awful noise the dogs went crazy, I had to clear my head so I could figure out what the February was going on. I looked at the clock it was 1AM . The noise change and got louder. I got out of bed and went out into the hall. I still was groggy the dogs would not quiet . I found myself yelling " SHUT UP DOGS SHUT UP!!!!!! Finally after my own out burst I was aware enough to see that a piece of card stock paper had been caught in a fan that got left on outside my daughters bedroom door.

At the same time she got up and said"What is wrong with those dogs and why are you yelling?'' (The noise is now louder)

" There is something caught in the fan" I said She stumbles out to the hall and takes care of the fan clearing it out, goes to the bathroom then returns to bed. The 3 poodles and I just stand there.

Next thing I know the dogs are gone back to bed, I'm alone and WIDE AWAKE! That's why I am writing this now. I guess I'll go watch Infomercials. YAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH.

What Used To Be...

We were introduced by our mothers who visited each other in Church over 33 years ago. So we were friends from early on. We played together in Nursery, went to Primary together. We attended the same private Christian school together. We could never sit next or one in front of the other in Sacrament. We would talk and giggle too much as well as also passing notes. We went and got our driving permits together. We rode to early and I do mean early morning Seminary before we had a diver's licenses and then on to school after we could drive. Growing up, we played soccer, went to Brownies and Girl Scouts together. One summer we even did a life guard camp together. We roomed together on Temple trips and at Youth Conference. We had lunch everyday at school. We made kleenex roses for a homecoming float.

After we graduated high school we went to different colleges. I stayed home and she went away to school in Utah. After our first year, she came home and we took a break from college. We both were nannies. We would go to YSA and play volleyball every week and that is where she met her husband.

We grew apart in distance. She stayed in St. Louis then moved to Virgina and California and I moved to North Dakota then Utah. She flew me out for my birthday to visit in California (by this time she had 3 babies) and it was like it used to be. Then when life returned to normal, time between phone calls became longer and longer until they didn't happen any more.

I couldn't wait to tell her I was engaged,(another story) but I has to call her family because I didn't know where she was living. After I got her phone number and called, She wouldn't take my phone calls, so I left messages. I finally let it go. When facebook came in existance and I found her, I was so excited. I added her and messaged her, she blocked me. Her sister added me. But her mom will not. I have messaged her and she too won't answer.

My heart is broken,

I don't know what I have done. This friend has chosen to throw away 33 years of friendship. There was an issue that happened, she called and confessed to me and I wasn't even mad, a little hurt but not mad. I got over it. She was my best friend and I loved her.

I still love her from the early days of our childhood to this day.

And I wish to heaven I knew what changed between us. Its only fair that I know. How can I fix it, if I don't know what is broken?

I have since sent her mom a message and am still waiting for a reply. I may never know her reasons for ending a life time of craziness and fun together.

But I wish her the very best in everything she does. And just know my door is always open.