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09
Mar

missing

Posted by Sandi in Friends, blogging

We had some friends over today.  *SHOCKING*

They came from Utah.  *Not so shocking*

It seems that only Utahns want to hang out with us.  *Kinda sad*

Anyway… If you live in Utah and want to be my friend, I would love it!  Please come down.  

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This is my friend Jodi and her husband and friends.  I love her!  ( I hope it's okay that I publish this picture?)

She claims we met once in Utah a long time ago.  Sadly, I do not remember.  She has been reading my blog from moment one and we've become amazing friends because of it.  Drama is NOT the only thing that blogs make…. they make friends too!  

Ty entertained the heck out of everyone.  Pickle walked around screeching like a Pterodactyl. The babies charmed and cooed.  The other kids wandered in and out and I just plain enjoyed the adult conversation so much I may have grabbed their legs and sobbed when they were trying to leave.  

I miss Utah.  Okay, damnit, I don't miss Utah.  I just miss having friends.  

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01
Mar

Jenna Jameson or Jack Bauer

Posted by Sandi in Random, blogging, sex

Who would you rather have in your living room?  

They are both GORGEOUS!  And let's assume for a moment that neither one is going to have sex with you or kill you, but you have to watch them do "their business" on others.  

Who would it be?

You see, I have spent the past weekend watching one entire season of 24.  First time ever.  I HATE violence.  I hate being scared.  I hate DEATH! But I sat through the entire second season of this extremely popular television show, all weekend long.  I have now witnessed more murders than I can count, more suicides than should ever be allowed on TV, nuclear warfare, plane crashes, treason, child abuse, domestec violence, torture, and episode after episode filled with people point blank shooting each other. Scenes of death, dying, and wounded people filled my brain in forty five minute increments. To say that I am deeply disturbed would be a gross understatement.  

I was up all night long with anxiety.  I felt like there were terrorists in my family room, pistols cocked and ready to fire.  That is not a good feeling.  How do you all watch this shit?  Why is this allowed on prime time television?  They monitor the HELL out of pornography, but you can turn on your television set and watch people torture each other.  WHY?

Now I don't want you all to think I am an advocate of the Porn industry, but I am far more comfortable watching people having sex, than blowing each others heads off.  

Oh I know that people are NOT really killing each other on the set of 24 and that people really are having sex on the set of a porn flick.  BUT the graphic images that violence left in my brain are SO NOT COOL and I would far rather sit through a few good sex scenes than ever watch Jack Bauer in action again.  

Nothing against Kiefer Sutherland. He is fantastic. But I am NOT a FAN of Violence!

If I am going to be up all night from something I have watched on TV… well, I am sure you can imagine that up all night having sex is far better than up all night with one eye open and the light on.  

I am still sitting here shaking my head.  

I have had my share of critics calling this blog TRASH because of the rated R things I write about, and I shake my head in bewilderment at how on earth masturbation, semen, and making love can be so offensive.   But time after time I offend and upset someone out there with talk of such "trashy" things.  

The other day I had a big "aha" moment.  Jace came home from school after they learned about the slaves and about the people who helped the slaves.  He told me stories of adventure, hiding, running, and murder.  YES, MURDER!  Then he proceeded to go into great detail about the murder of the people caught helping slaves escape.  "They could be hanged, or shot, or stoned to death."  He told me he would never want to be hung from a tree because you don't die right away, instead you can "feel yourself suffocating and your face gets hot."  He would, "rather be shot, because you can't feel anything and you die right away.  It's like being bombed."

That's about the point that I flipped my lid!  I was ready to call the school board.  I was shaking and stewing and stressed out of my mind that this stuff was being discussed in school, in 2nd freaking grade!  I could hardly pull myself together.  There is nothing worse than murder.  I can't even wrap my brain around somebody taking another's life. But if you turn on the TV, it happens between every commercial break.  It is so in our face that it becomes the norm.  It's not normal for me.  I can't bring myself to watch it.  I know it's not real.  I know that TV and movies are fake, but why do we all love the VIOLENCE?  It's not just TV, it's video games, music videos, etc etc.  I can't seem to get away from it.  

So, my aha moment was this,  I think just as many of you, if not more, feel the way I feel about violence, about sex.  As disturbed as I am about Jack Bauer, you are just as upset when I discuss my sex life.  I sit here now shaking my head.  I don't get it.  But I get it …Ya know? So I didn't call the school or even send an email.  I just took a deep breath, said a little prayer and hope that my kids turn out alright in spite of being taught how to die in second grade.  

Lord Help Me!

I am following my own advice.  When I tell people "get off my blog if you don't like what you read."  I am doing the same thing.  I will not subject my tender heart to Jack Bauer EVER again.  I promise.  It traumatized the shit out of me.  My patience wore thin, my nerves were shot, and my anxiety was off the charts.  I have nobody to blame but Jack Bauer.  Sorry Jack, I can't do you again.

***important to note.  I don't let my kids watch porn, or even rated R movies…  But I am far more likely to let them watch a PG-13 if it's rated that way for nudity and sex scenes than violence and language.  I do not want my kids to think that killing each other is an option.  Honestly, after fifteen episodes of 24,  I was looking in my top drawer for a pistol that I don't even own.  But I may need one in case CTU comes bursting through my doors. It's easy to be desensitized to this stuff when you see it over and over.  

Maybe that's why I think sex is okay and you all think MURDER is fine! 

Lord help me.  When will my life be normal?

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22
Feb

more sunshine and rainbows

Posted by Sandi in My kids, blogging

Because even if I've lost my groove, I still have cute kids and live in paradise.  

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26
Jan

Fear

Posted by Sandi in blogging

I have so many things that need to be shared…  I would love to update you on Bronson, share things about his journey and let all of you, that honestly care, know of his progress, but the outrage and internet suckage have left me with a really yucky taste in my mouth.  So for now, I will wait. 

I spent most of the weekend sulking, pouting and being really pissed off that I had to deal with that shit.  I have enough shit in my life without adding the one thing that's supposed to be a joy to the shit list.  Blogging as a hobby is supposed to be FUN!  Yeah right!  

I have had ZERO desire to unload here.  This has been the fourth time I have been a victim on Chicken Liver's site, and I HATE IT! Internet BULLIES must be stopped. They are mean, snarky, and horrible.   In an attempt to make the world a better place, I have an appointment tomorrow to get a little botox.  God forbid the mother with fifteen kids, and an insane business, look a little rough around the edges.  

I was going back and forth on whether to write the "farewell post" or just hit the delete button.  I have been blue!  Yes, I have been here before and I have either written myself out of it, or started my period, one way or the other I have been able to pull myself out of the funk.  

Today, I credit Loralee.  I adore this woman so much.  Go over and read her post today.  

DId you read it?  If you don't read it, you won't understand what I am saying, so go now, I will wait.  

If I give up, if I let these idiots win, I will be telling the world, "I am a coward."  Truthfully, I am afraid.  I don't like being hated, it's not my favorite thing.  But if I lack the courage to continue sharing my story the way I want to share it, I am a wimp.  Mother's of fifteen are not wimpy. 

Thank you Loralee for giving a far more eloquent voice to my thoughts than I ever could.  

I am terrified.

I am scared.

I am fearful.

BUT I AM NOT A COWARD! 

I will continue sharing.  

I will continue writing.

and I will continue doing both honestly.  

*deep breath*

and just in case you didn't know me…….

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19
Jan

feelings

Posted by Sandi in Bronson, blogging, mental illness

I was in ninth grade when I had had enough of this life.  It was about a boy, and I thought, I was in love with him…. He had told me he just wanted to be friends.  That was after I had given him my virginity.  He told me I was too tall, too skinny, and had too many zits.  There wasn't enough benzoyl peroxide on the planet to make me what he was looking for.  Tall, skinny, and without a clear complexion,   I felt I had nothing and would never be valuable enough to be loved by anyone else.  All I ever wanted was to get married and have babies.  If the first boy I had ever been with felt that way about me, surely all boys would.  My dreams went up in smoke that day.  

I took handfuls of dramamine, iron tablets, tylenol, and anything else that was floating around in my parents medicine cupboard. Was it a means for attention?  At the time, I sure didn't think so.  At that moment, with tears streaming down my face, and my Maverick mug full of water, I started swallowing pill after pill.  When I had emptied the bottles, I laid down on my bed with my stuffed animal in my arms and hoped to just fall asleep.  As soon as I felt the world begin to spin, I started to panic.  I ran down the hall and told my brother what I had done and he woke up my mom.  The rest is a blur.  I honestly don't remember much, other than vomiting for what felt like days.  I know I was in the hospital, and I know that is what began years and years of therapy and counseling.   

I recovered. I will always have the "clinical depression" status.  I have never attempted or contemplated suicide since that night twenty four years ago.  BUT I have dealt with depression.  The darkest years of my life were from age 17-26.  I was on Prozac for most of those years, stopping only to get through pregnancies. But with Hadley, the doctors and I both felt that Prozac throughout her pregnancy was one of those "the benefits outweigh the risks" type of things, so I carried Hadley with Prozac coursing through my veins.  I nursed her for 12 months with Prozac laced milk.  (surprisingly enough she is the most mentally stable of all) and after her first birthday, weeks before Jayden joined our family, I stopped taking my meds.  I have been med free ever since….  well, almost ever since.  I had a 45 day run on Celexa after my brother-in-law committed suicide.  But that was short lived and more for anxiety.  

All of that is being said because……

None of that qualifies me to "know" how Bronson feels.  Nor does it qualify anyone else.  I can be sympathetic.  I can even be empathetic, but that doesn't mean I know exactly how he is feeling or why he is feeling that way.  So many of you shared your concerns about what a fragile place he was in, and what an 'unstable, unable to make rational decisions' place he was in.  While I appreciate how many friends, supporters and nay-sayers, left comments and shared stories, none of you "know" how Bronson is feeling.  Since the child is my son and he lives with me, in my home, 24/7,  I would guess that I have a better handle on him than most of you.  

What offended some of you in the post of suicide was that I was writing about me, not him.  Since I only know how I feel, I think that is a good place to start.  

Bronson called home yesterday and wanted to know if I had blogged yet.  I told him that I had and that there were 77 comments left wishing him well.  He asked if I would read the post to him because he didn't want to wait to read it himself.  So I did.  I read him every word and cried of course.  He stood in the hallway of the psyche ward with his head against the wall and listened and when I choked through every word he said, "awww, thanks mommy."  

I told him there were plenty of people that thought I had done the wrong thing by blogging about such a personal thing and putting it out there for the world to see.  

And he said, "Fuck 'em.  I told you to write it and I am glad you did.  You love to write and I love to read what you write and nobody else matters."  

Bronson was discharged shortly after that phone call.  He is doing well.  He is in an outpatient program where he goes for seven hours a day.  He is on a new med and his attitude is so much better than it was on Saturday.  He has found a new love, and that is for wounded spirits.  He has fallen in love with the people in the unit.  I am just happy to see him have a reason to wake up in the morning.  

We were at Borders  last night when I got another comment on the blog telling me what a sick person I was to share my child's issues with the world and Bronson got pissed.  He said, "I am going home and guest blogging."

I said, "I think that's a great idea.  Writing is theraputic.  I am so excited!!  I have been asking you for years to do a post for me."

Bronson said,  "All I am going to write is FUCK OFF!"

"Okay baby, I don't think so.  All my readers will say, 'see that child is still so unstable.' maybe another time when you have something eloquent and articulate to say."  

…and that's where we are right now.  I am mothering away.  I am blogging away.   It's just another day in the life.  But things seem a little brighter and stuff that I thought was important last week just doesn't feel as important today.  I am hugging all my babies a little tighter and holding them a little longer.  

Thanks for letting me get that off my chest.   

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04
Jan

One child takes all of your time, so fifteen children can only take up all of mine.

Posted by Sandi in blogging

When I was adopting my eighth child, the social worker told me she would NOT approve my homestudy if I didn't find a hobby outside of parenting.  I was convinced that motherhood was my hobby, my calling, my passion, and my job.  I shouldn't have to have one thing to do besides mothering. I thought she was nuts.  I was a mom.  PERIOD!  Isn't that what she wanted me to say? I argued that there are many jobs inside mothering that should make me that well rounded person. I was a cook, a maid, a taxi driver, a nurse, a friend, an enforcer, a comforter, a teacher, a referee, a coach, a tutor and on and on and on.  

She sat me down and asked my then husband to leave the room.  He had answered all her questions correctly.  He had many passions and hobbies outside of his job and family.  I was the one with the problem, not him.  I was told that NO mother can just be a mother.  I had to have a passion.  I had to have something that defined me and brought me joy besides my children.  She didn't care what it was.  She suggested gardening, I argued I was growing children.  She suggested reading, I told her I had devoured every adoption book published. She was getting more upset by the minute.  She wanted me to do ANYTHING that wasn't related to kids and I had to find something NOW, or Dalin would not be joining this family. 

I have spent eleven years thinking about that advice and a lot of time trying to find things that bring me JOY!  Friends, shopping, movies, concerts, work, writing, blogging, beaching it, reading, laundry, playing in the sun are a few things that I can think of, off the top of my head, that make me happy now, or have brought me joy in the past.    Some of them can be done with kids, others are not so fun when you add a crew of whining children.  Regardless, I have taken that Social Workers advice and made sure that I have things other than the kids that I find enjoyable.  Because, I have learned that she was right.  If I had nothing to do but change butts, wipe noses, and referee all day long, I would have checked myself into the mental hospital long ago.  

I have been under attack these past few days from nasty readers accusing me of spending my time on the internet INSTEAD OF parenting this brood.  While the sentence itself cracks me up, I do not feel the need to defend the time I spend writing or reading other blogs. Because honest to God, if people think I can parent and blog, I would like to invite them over.  If I sat here at this computer and blogged while the kids were running crazy, and I was actually trying to mother, or supposed to be mothering, somebody would be flipping their ever-living lid, and it would be Parker. And the house would be trashed, and the babies would be typing right on top of me.  I have a wireless keyboard, Parker picks it up and walks away with it.  End of post.  But my kids nap, they go to school and they go to bed at seven.  SEVEN!  If I choose to sit here and blog all night long instead of sitting in front of the TV is that so wrong?  It makes me sane, so I am going to continue doing it.  

Please tell me I am not the only mom out there that makes damn sure they have "me" time.  What do you do?  What are your guilty pleasures and how often do you get to do them?  I refuse to believe that just because we are mothers we lose our identity and have to do nothing but parent.  

Spill it!

PS- This post took me one hour and ten minutes to write, edit, and publish.  Now, what in the hell am I going to do with my free time? My teenagers make fun of me when I go to bed before 8:30….

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31
Dec

2009 over and gone just like that

Posted by Sandi in Random, blogging

Last year I didn't do the big "year in review" post.  This year, Dave did half of it for me and shined the light brightly on all my craziness.  Dave is always good at stirring up the trouble!  Let's just say, he won't be finishing the second half of the year that's for sure.  Once I write these posts, I usually forget about them.  So, I had as much fun as the rest of you reading about the insanity.  We really are an exciting family to read about if you like this kind of CRAZY.  

2009 has been an amazing year.  We are happy and healthy and pretty stable, but that's all relative.  This has been a year I would do again if I had to.  It was filled with way more positives than negatives.  More laughter than tears and a whole lot of fun.  But, without the pain and heartache, I would never have been able to appreciate the JOY!   2009 was a joyous year!  (except for all the shit that was pointed out by Dave in last weeks post.) 

Last year at this time, I had 74 daily hits on my BEST day. (and most of those hits were probably Brandon)  Today, I have over 3,000 daily readers.  But on my WORST day this year, I had 14,000.  Thank you Dooce for linking "the nasty one who shall not be mentioned's" true identity on the same day that I did.  All google searches came straight to me.  

I love my blog.  I love writing. I do this because I love it. There will never be ads on these pages.  I do this to vent, to share, and so my kids can someday read the everyday stuff that went on in this family.  There are things I am not so proud of.  I have my moments.  But I believe in being honest about them, and for me, that means sharing.  

We are a NORMAL family, doing normal family stuff, just on a larger scale.  We are nowhere near perfect.  We scream and yell on occasion.  I cry every now and then.  I pray daily I didn't bite off more than I can chew.  I wonder if I can do enough for all these little people. I get overwhelmed. I have days I contemplate buying a one way ticket to Cancun never to be heard from again.  But I remind myself I can't go to Vegas without freaking out about leaving my kids.   I struggle with demons and skeletons, but you all know about them…..  They certainly don't live in the closet.  

This blog has brought tons of positives.  I have made so many friends through this journey.  I now have a connection to the outside world that I was so craving.  Since leaving Utah I felt so alone.  Thankfully this has provided many wonderful friends both near and far that have made that empty pit almost go away.  It has also allowed me to stay in touch with many of my real life friends in Utah. It has allowed me to sort through a lot of yucky stuff.  It has been awesome to hear from so many of you that have also survived a divorce, a blended family, and a new life.  I hate that any of you know the grief, but am so happy to hear from you that choose to share your own demons with me.  This blog has been an adventure.  

This blog has brought it's share of negatives to my life FOR SURE!  I was such a pollyanna prior to living out loud on the internet. I thought people were nice and the world was tolerant of differences and tolerant of blogging.   WOW did I ever get a wake up call. Did it change the way I blog?  NO.  Have I gotten tougher and developed a thicker skin? NO. But I am smart enough to know when to stay away from the HATE.  That doesn't mean it doesn't still come oozing over here. But I am getting better at hitting the delete button instead of engaging.  "Don't feed the trolls" has taken on a whole new meaning in this house.  This past year, I have had two trolls try and fuck up my marriage. I have had CPS called on me.  I have been the talk of the nasty blog on a number of occasions because "I don't love my kids.  I only like them when they are babies.  I ship them off to boarding school when I am tired of them.  I am a home wrecker. I am old and ugly. I am a gold digger.  I am stupid and unable to care for so many children.  OH OH Wait wait, AND I am an irresponsible pet owner.   

Even with all the negative shit we deal with.  I AM GOING NOWHERE!  

Thank you Brandon for allowing me to expose our insanity on the world wide web.  Thank you for supporting my blogging and encouraging me to write and purge and let it all hang out.  I love you.  I am undeserving of your greatness!  Thank you for the adventure.

And now, this is where I will lose readers, because I am married to Edward Cullen people.  Brandon is the most amazing man you could even dream up.  He sends me love notes.  He tells me daily how amazing I am. And how beautiful his love blind eyes think I am.  He holds my hand and opens doors and never takes his eyes off of me. He waits on me hand and foot.  He talks to me. He has emotional yip yap all the time with me.  He rubs my back NOT just my front.  He cooks and cleans and changes butts and smiles the entire time he is doing it.  And then, he loves up on me and gets me a diet coke and says nice things like, "Lets go shopping."  Or  "How about I take you to dinner?"  He runs my tub every night and lights the fire and sits on the edge to talk about the day.  It's nauseating isn't it?  I am so freaking lucky I can't even wrap my brain around it. He puts me first.  Above everything and everyone.  We have an amazing love.  I wake up every single day and stare at his face and count my lucky stars that he is mine!!   This has been a ride that I don't ever want to get off of.  And just so the trolls have something to chew on, The SEX IS FABULOUS!!

Being a mother of fifteen children couldn't be better.  It also couldn't be harder.  This job is not for the weak or weary.  Maybe writing a paragraph about parenting this brood while they have ALL been home for two weeks straight on Christmas vacation isn't the smartest idea.  But, when do I ever do anything smart?  I love being a mom.  I love my kids.  Each and every one of them are totally unique.  There are some that make me want to pull my hair out daily.  And some that I have to make it a point to touch base with every day because they are so easy and independent that I am afraid they will get lost in the shuffle.  Our family dynamics are ever changing and the squeaky wheels last year will be the independent ones next year.  I heard a saying a long time ago that read, "A mother is only as happy as her saddest child."  I have to agree.  Everyday is a balancing act.  Everyday is a new drama, a new booboo, a new success and a new adventure.  There is never a dull moment but the chaos is controlled.  I am doing what I love to do.  How lucky am I?

I am blessed beyond measure for the opportunities I have.  I am proud of my family.  I am grateful I have the opportunity to share them with all of you in this small way.   I hope I get to continue this blogging for decades!   But for now, I will shoot for this time next year.   

Thank you all for being part of my life in this way.  Your comments and friendship have been priceless to me.  I miss the old days of responding to each and every comment and email, but damnit, I don't have time!  But please know that every comment and every email is read and either makes my day, or ruins it.  I love you all to bits.  

FAREWELL 2009!  

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30
Dec

Blogging with Baby

Posted by Sandi in Sailor, blogging

And that's how we roll these days.    

And this is the last baby EVER, so I am cherishing every moment!  

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17
Dec

guest blogger

Posted by Sandi in blogging, guest blogger

Dave Barnes is a friend from high school.  He sent me a text yesterday to see what he could do to help me, and offered to write a post.  Since I just got the internet fixed, just found my camera, and barely got my man home, this blog is on the bottom of my list of "things to do."  We have moved and are still unpacking and looking for things.   Thank you Dave for writing this for me. Thank you Heather for doing all the links!! I will return with pictures and stories by Monday. 

 

Year in Review

It has been almost a year now since my last and only guest post.  In that year I have been fortunate enough to reconnect with Sandi and get to know Brandon and their beautiful “little” family through means other than just the blog.  I read the blog but I rarely comment so I will use this opportunity to comment on some of my favorite posts and pictures of 2009.

January

1/04/09 – The entry on this day simply read, “This Blog is closed until further notice.  My life is unraveling at the seams. “   I like this post because, like most of you, I enjoy the occasional drama that pops up in the blog now and again.  Unlike most of you I can call Brandon up when something like this gets posted and get a little bit of the inside story.  I remember calling Brandon right after I saw this post and he said something like “We’re fine, I’m fine, Sandi’s fine, the kids are fine.  I love my wife and I am pretty sure she still loves me so we’ll be fine”.  In her next post on 1/07/09 (the blog was closed for 3 days) Sandi says “Brandon and I live in a perpetual state of crisis all the time.” The interesting thing about this statement to me is that if you only know Brandon and talk to Brandon you would never believe something like that because the guy simply stays calm and loves his wife.  He is as cool as the other side of the pillow, there is definitely a ying / yang thing happening between those two, the more I get to know Sandi and Brandon the more I understand the uniqueness of their union and the more I admire it.

1/19/09 – By far my favorite picture from the month, Bronson in blackface as MLK in the 5th grade.

1/30/09 – My favorite feel good post of the month, Ty winning the Jersey from the Orthodontist.  Once you meet Ty you will never forget him.  It just takes once, he is so full of love with absolutely no guile.  If we could all be just a little more like Ty the world would be better for all of us.

February

02/01/09 – Sacrifice.  I cannot make any comments about this post that would in any productive way add to it.  It is beautiful; everyone should take a minute and read it again.  One of the best quotes of the year comes out of this post, “Love is Sacrifice”.  If Sandi ever wants to rename the blog I would suggest “Love is Sacrifice”, simply amazing.

02/10/09 – Happy Birthday Jayden.  There were several real tuggers in the February posts, as in tug at your heart.  The Jayden post is one of those.  These posts where Sandi pours her heart out and reminisces about one of her children are some of the best on the blog in my opinion.  These are the posts the haters should read when they heap silly accusations and criticisms on Sandi for have so many children.  I believe Sandi may just have a greater capacity to love these special children and for some reason some people don’t like that.  I do not want to ever be around those people. (See 02/07/09 These people suck).

2/11/09 – The girl messing with the marriage in this post sucks too.

2/19/09 – This is one of the more comical posts on the blog, Sandi’s “I am getting fat”  post.  Really Sandi?  I know it is all relative but Really?  You think you are fat?  I am not buying what you are selling here.

March

3/04/09 – How do you not love a post where a woman writes an open letter to her libido.  Classic stuff here Sandi.  No one does TMI like you do. (See 3/02/09 if you want another example.)

3/13/09 – That tramp Mandy pops up again in March, always makes for a good post, that is if you like the drama.

3/18/09 – These are some of my favorite pictures because they are of Sandi back in the day when I first knew her.  Classic big hair, that didn’t last long did it.

 April

4/02/09 – Fools.  This is a good post.  Most people can’t be this honest with themselves in their own internal dialog let alone sharing with other people.  Sandi can bring the honest truth, which is refreshing, always.

4/14/09 – The Utah visit posts are a favorite of mine because they remind me of all the cool things Sandi and Brandon did for us while staying at our home.  Let me give you the short list, they fixed the wireless internet, fixed my daughters tub that wouldn’t seal, and several other things that my kids still talk about.  Sandi and Brandon are two of the most generous people I have ever met.

4/14/09 – Kate’s Happy Birthday post.  These posts are the best. 

4/16/09 – TMI as only Sandi can.

4/22/09 and 4/23/09 – This kind of thing just blows my mind.  I have no idea how you guys do it.

4/24/09 – Best picture posted that month even though it is 4 years old.

May

5/01/09 – I have learned more about women’s fertility issues from the blog then I ever cared to know.

5/08/09 – Brandon makes the rest of us (men) look bad.  Not his fault, he is just that good naturally. (5/11/09 – Works for this too.)

5/24/09 – I am not sure but I think Sandi is really into Brandon.  If only she wasn’t so shy and would share more we could know for sure.

5/29/09 – Best TMI post on the blog.

5/30/09 – So many good pictures in May.

June

6/07/09 – Dalin’s Birthday Post.  Don’t ever miss these.

6/10/09 – Best blog post title ever.

6/13/09 – First pictures of the new house.  Now you are in it.  Congratulations.

6/19/09 – Another must see birthday post for Coco.  These really are your best posts Sandi.

6/30/09 – This one is a classic.  Bronson, make your Mom happy, hide the stupid shit you will do better. 

That is it for now.  Writing a post is much harder than you think.  I will have to finish the year in a follow up post.  Thanks for all the sharing and honesty on the blog Sandi, I know it helps others and I hope it helps you.  I am really glad you have the blog, without it I don’t think I would have ever reconnected with you or been able to get to know Brandon and meet your wonderful kids.

Thanks again Sandi, 

Dave Barnes

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14
Dec

sound familiar?

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Hunter and his friend Jason alerted me to the fact that I was the HOT topic at the "blog that shall not be named."  They found this little video on youtube and thought it resembled the comment section over there.  If only it sounded as musical to my ears….

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