January 2011

I have to say this has been a busy year already.  I see that I stopped "journaling" after Christmas so Obviously life has been Life.  This year started with a BANG with lots of time with family and friends during the holidays.  This year's New Years party was at our friends Mike and Amy's house and as usual it was a great way to kick off the year. 

January was an extremely hard month for me.  One of my precious students was playing with a lighter and burned his trailer house down.  He was the only one significantly hurt burning the majority of his body.  He was taken to Salt Lake's burn unit and for a while it was touch and go.  I was blessed by the communities out pouring of love and concern.  My "Curve" friends were so sweet.  They sent flowers to my class and me to let us know we were thinking of my sweet student.  He actually pulled through, to God be the glory and he is home and going to school this fall.

13 months or 13 years old?

I look at this blog and I feel guilty. I really need to catch up on my scrapping for 2011 but today I am going to digress to the year 1987.  It is the 80s and I am 13 years old.  You all have those stories your mothers tell of your "terrible teen attitude," am I right?  Well recently I found picture proof that the story my mom tells of my one teenage temper tantrum may not have been so outlandish.

Here is her story...."It was my 13th birthday and I had a friend spend the night the night before my party.  We came up the stairs and I saw my cake and pulled my mother aside and told her I didn't like it.  It was a baby cake."  She said I was terribly rude and that that friend was "that type of girl" that said inappropriate things and was a bad influence.

That has been her story all these years and I have felt such remorse about being so disrespectful.  Then the picture surfaces......really was I WRONG??? (Just asking)  I do love my mom and I really did like teddy bears (secretly like every other tween).  Ah memories!