I miss my sister

Yesterday Karolyn flew out to Wisconsin/Michigan to be there for our friends baby's funeral. Her 3 year old son drown in their pool on Thursday. I feel so horrible for her. It seem that misfortune follows this family. When she was her a few weeks ago she was so incredibly happy.
And I am at a loss of what to say to her, because I am the person that makes people laugh and I know that it is completely inappropriate right now. I haven't called her yet because of this reason and I ask Karolyn to explain that to her and let her know I would call her in a week or so.

I know that Karolyn has only been gone for little while, but knowing she will be gone a week is making me crazy. She promised to call everyday and she has so far. She called me from the airport and that is how I found out that she was going. When she told me she was flying into Green Bay (the home of the all mighty Packers) I about had a breakdown. I asked her to go to Lambough field and lick the grass where I boyfriend (Brett Favre) had stood so many times and thrown touchdowns. She called me from stadium today to tell me that it was off season and she could not get in. But asked me if she should get me a Cheese head hat. Little did she know that is the one Football apparel I have been after for many years, but wanted to be authentic. It looks like this year I will celebrate my team in high fashion. I am so glad that I have a sister/best friend that loves me enough to take time to go there for me. Especially since she could give a crap about football. I miss her so much. We may be too co-dependent as most people say, but I wouldn't have it any other way!!!!!

Southern Woman

Last night a member from our ward stop by with the missionaries, because we were outback. We were just chatting away talking about how things were going. I have a very helpful ward that is very aware about Shawn's work schedule and I guess they all wantt to make sure I am coping all right. His wife is expecting their first in July and he was asking how I like staying home all the time. I told him I love it, but he needed to make sure she got some breaks. He asked how I was feeling physically from having her and also because he knew I had Mastitus a few weeks ago (he happened to come by when my fever was around 105 and got a glimpse of how sick it makes you) I told him I had southern jeans so I give birth and could be cooking a few hours later. It's just what you do. He laughed, because he haddened heard that before.

I am so thankful I was raised to be as tough as I am. After listening to the whining of someone who recently had a baby the size Autumn and was wanting me to pity her (she's 27), I said "that was the baby I gave birth to at 17." She stopped complaining to me. I think that I just get really sick of hearing woe is me from all these woman that just need to buck up and take care of themselves. My dad told me the other dad that Grandma would be proud of me. He didn't go into specifics why, but none the less I felt very proud. If Grandma would be proud I guess I'm not doing too bad.

Real American

Friday night Shawn and I finally got to go out alone. It's been about 2 months since the last time. He had just gotten home from drill and we wanted to hurry so we could watch the Jazz game. So we left as soon as my mom and dad got there to babysit. We were sitting at dinner and I realized this couple that I went to school with (that I really dislike) were next to us again. Last time we went out they were two tables over. We were laughing making jokes about them following us. This was a new Mongolian place we hadn't tried yet and I started telling Shawn they were going to poison our food because he was still in his uniform. We get very mixed reactions when he goes out in uniform. Sometimes we get thank you's and sometimes very hateful reactions. We have even been flipped off. We have a couple of friends that are liberals that I have went toe to toe with because they challenge our lifes and say we are supporting a terrorist because my husband serves our president. Anyways when we were finished the waitress brought back our card and said that someone had already taken care of it and said to tell us thank you for all our sacrifice. I was about in tears. It put Shawn in an instant good mood. That is what I call a real American. Anyone can sit and complain about the war, the president and the soldiers protecting their right to say such ludicrous things, but it takes a big person to just say thank you. I wish I knew who it was so I could say thank you, but they weren't going for the glory. It's people like them that make all the pains and time apart worth it. I love my husband and am so proud of him and thankful for him, but I think sometimes it takes a stranger saying the same things to make it sink in. He was on cloud nine that night and nothing is worth more to me than that.