Well, after a six week furlough I've finally found the time to blog again. I decided I needed to take a break and re-evaluate my blogging time as I was staying up entirely too late, slacking on entirely too much housework and tired of listening of my son saying, "Mommy, I need you." (DD says that ALL the time. Even when he's sitting on my lap and is getting my undivided attention.)
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
We're Baaaaccckkk!
Posted by The Johnson Family at 12:15 AM 6 comments
Sunday, September 14, 2008
Good Friends, Bad Drives and Airplanes -- The Weekend Update
Posted by The Johnson Family at 10:41 PM 1 comments
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
DD'isms
Posted by The Johnson Family at 8:37 PM 2 comments
Monday, September 8, 2008
Lots o' Hot Air -- The Weekend Update
Posted by The Johnson Family at 4:13 PM 4 comments
Friday, September 5, 2008
Little Homeless Children
Well, after years of working with Washoe County's transient population I feel that I am somewhat of an expert on recognizing homeless children. Additionally, since I came into very close contact with a group of homeless children who mugged us while in Brazil, I dare say I could qualify as an expert in recognizing international homeless children...
Why is it that I try? So if you see some small child randomly wandering around it's probably mine...look close, I'm probably not far behind them.
Posted by The Johnson Family at 11:46 AM 4 comments
Thursday, September 4, 2008
My Path Toward Self Destruction
While trying to ready my house for the Relief Society Presidency to come over for an "official" visit I was trying to quickly unload my dishwasher. I placed the basket full of utensils on the kitchen counter. For some reason, who knows why, I became very annoyed with the peach pit that had been left on the same counter. I reached over the basket, picked up the peach pit and brought my arm down on one of the extraordinarily sharp steak knives, sitting in the basket, point end up. Arrgghh! I pulled my arm off the knife, and looked down to find a gaping hole!
Now, for those of you that know me well, you will be surprised to hear that I was amazingly calm. I calmly walked to my bathroom, assessed the wound, decided that a 3cm wide by 2cm long by 3 cm deep cut was not going to close on it's own, decided the white gooey stuff at the bottom of the cut was not a great thing to see (I later learned this was the fat layer which I had cut through) and thought..."hmm, I am going to need some stitches." I then called my sister-in-law, quickly explained the situation and asked her to come and watch my children while I drove myself to Dave's office. I then hung up the phone, dressed my two children (who by some miracle didn't protest) and proceeded to curl my hair until my sister-in-law arrived.
Now many of you are thinking...this is NOT the Jenny I know. In fact, I called Dave's office to let him know that I would be coming in for stitches. When they related to him what had happened and that I would be arriving soon (keep in mind I still live a good 15 minutes from his office) he asked who was driving me knowing my to tendency to experience syncope when I see blood. (Poor guy has had to pick me off of many a floor during or shortly after blood draws.) But yes, my friends, I drove myself to the office alone. And, I must add I did a better job driving than the doofus who was in front of me with his big 1/2 ton pickup truck trying to text message on his blackberry while driving down the highway!
At this point, I am still relatively calm and remain so until my father-in-law, with whom Dave works, decided to give me something along the lines of 8 shots to numb the area. When he's finished, I look up and the nurse says, "maybe you should lay down. You're looking a little pasty." Yeah, good idea as the room starts getting black and turning in a weird way. However, being a good trooper, I remained conscious for the two stitches I got! I know, I know, such a brave girl!
So basically I am thinking this is a workman's comp. case. I probably should be on light duty and not have to do dishes for at least 7-10 days until my stitches come out. In fact, I probably should go to my mom's to be waited on. Oh, wait, she wouldn't do that. I probably should find some place else to go to be waited on. At least I should get out of cooking dinner, right?
P.S. I would have added pictures, but that would just be gross. Nobody needs to see that!
P.P.S Congrats to Joanna and Nathan on their new baby boy born last night. Obviously a much more trying and courageous ordeal than my silly two stitches!
Posted by The Johnson Family at 5:17 PM 5 comments
Wednesday, September 3, 2008
Motorin'
Posted by The Johnson Family at 9:51 AM 3 comments