Thursday, July 31, 2008

You Never Know

Today while shopping in Walmart I got a horrible call from my husband (he was in Hawaii for business). He had just received news that his younger brother had passed away. The poor cashier must have thought I was having a breakdown as I cried while checking out. Todd was only 39 years old and has a 13 yr old son and 9 yr old daughter. Now to hear that your brother has died is one thing, but to hear that he took his own life is another.

Todd was in the middle of a divorce and we knew that he was struggling and had been depressed (who isn't when their life is being turned upside down), but we didn't realize it was that bad. My hubby is having a hard time and feeling like he should have known, seen the signs or something. Todd lived hundreds of miles away so there is no way we could have seen the signs. When someone dies from sickness or in an accident, well I can understand that to a point. To think that someones CHOOSES to end their life is heart breaking. To feel that desperate. It breaks our heart to think that he felt that low.

Depression is something that no one can understand unless you've been there, and I've been there.

Tuesday, July 15, 2008

SURPRISE!

I flew out to Utah to surprise my good friend Cara for her birthday. Her husband and I had been planning it out for a few weeks and it was a huge success. I arrived well after midnight, so her husband snuck me in the house while she was sleeping. The look on her face when I walked down her stairs the next morning and said hello was priceless!

We spent the next few days in a hotel, getting a pedicure, massages, meeting our scrapbook idol Lisa Bearnson (founding editor of Creating Keepsakes Magazine), eating out, taking a scrapbook class, shopping, and more shopping. A true girls weekend!

Can you believe that this was the first time Cara has EVER had her toe nails painted?! She'll be
addicted!!




Meeting Lisa Bearnson









Enjoying a scrapbook class at Achiever's

Wednesday, July 2, 2008

Grandparents RUN for the border...

My parents drove 12 hours to spend 7 days with my beloved children. I thought this would be great for the kids since they don't get to spend much time together. I mean who wouldn't want to spend 7 days and nights with a 13 year old teenage boy who is going through puberty, a stubborn as a mule, feisty 8 year old girl and a precious 7 month old eating, peeing, pooping machine? Apparently it was much more than the grandparents bargained for.

We arrived home around 7pm on a Sunday night and my parents couldn't get out of our house fast enough! They left at 5 am the VERY NEXT morning! It left me wondering, "Are my kids that bad?"