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11
Jun

friday flashback, a poem, and an announcement!

Posted by Sandi in Hunter, flashbacks

Hold your babies tight

They grow up overnight

You may think I'm kidding

But soon they're out of sight.

That baby on the right is off to school this fall.

His acceptance letter came in and made this mama bawl.

Hunter is bound for Tennessee.

It was only yesterday he was sleeping with me.

You know I'm proud as punch,

But Lord Almighty, I'll miss him so much!

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Congratulations Hunter man!!

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16
Apr

friday flashback (brylee and hunter 2004)

Posted by Sandi in Hunter, Pickle, flashbacks

She beats the daylights out of him now, but for awhile there he could kiss on her without getting smacked.  

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11
Mar

I am not CHEAP and I get it from my father

Posted by Sandi in Random, family, flashbacks

There is a deeply ingrained thing in me.  It's DEEP and it's not going away.  I am not frugal. I am not thrifty. And I am sure as hell not cheap.  

This realization occurred today in Mcdonald's drive-thru.  We had to go to Mcdonalds today to get an ice cream cone for Parker, because for 53 minutes, he had on a shirt and shorts.  This feat deserved an ice cream.  

Anyway-

Brandon orders a sausage McMuffin without the sausage.  So I go, isn't a sausage McMuffin without the sausage just an egg McMuffin? We look at the menu and figure out that an egg McMuffin has ham, so he could in fact order an egg McMuffin without the ham, but it costs ten cents more than the sausage one.  He has been ordering his breakfast this way for years because it's cheaper.  

I called him a cheap bastard. I said it with love.

This isn't the first time I have called him that.  He is a deal shopper. He will buy things he doesn't need because they are ON SALE. His Ex is the coupon queen of Utah.  She has her own segment on the news and everything.  If that right there doesn't make us polar opposites I don't know what does.  Not the being on the news part, the coupon part. I think she may have rubbed off on him… but that sentence is so disturbing it makes me want to vomit.  

ANYWAY….  back to my story….

Brandon is a cheap bastard. 

I am mortified if I have coupons.  I feel like I have a note from the newspaper saying, "This woman can't afford full price so she'll need you to take a little money off the total."  When Brandon calls to order Pizza he goes, "any deals today?" and I want to die!  When we buy something expensive like all the furniture in our house and we hear the total, he always makes a comment like, "you better deliver it for that price."  Or  "Are you throwing in a TV with that?" And I want to die.  

My blackberry is TRASHED.  I want to go to the verizon store and buy a new one.  Brandon insists its cheaper to buy online.  I could go on and on and on with money stories. They are long and there are many and they happen daily.  We love each other in spite them. 

We have come a long way working through our money differences, but the McMuffin saga brought it front and center.  

I wondered for a moment where I had developed this strong opinion about getting a deal….

I remember being eleven or twelve in the mini-van with my three younger brothers and both parents.  We were sitting in the drive-thru at Arby's.  My mom was telling my dad what to order.  At the end of the instructions to my dad, she said, and you have to say, "I'm burned out on burgers" so we get a free roast-beef. To which my dad replied HELL NO.  I will pay for the roast beef before I ever say something so stupid. All of us kids, being the fools that we are, jumped on my mom's bandwagon.  If for no other reason than to hear dad say, " I AM BURNED OUT ON BURGERS."  

"Come on dad," we chanted…  and the more we insisted, the more irritated he became.  

Mom continued to harp on him and we continued to beg and when we finally pulled up to the speaker, against his better judgement, Dad said, "I am burned out on burgers." The voice in the speaker said, " I am sorry sir, we are no longer doing that promotion." 

My dad has a vein in his forehead, I have watched it my whole life to see how much trouble I am in, because when he is mad, you can see it pulse.  Not a pretty sight.  Well, Dad's vein was bulging in that drive-thru. It looked like he had a vienna sausage on his forehead. 

Dad was mortified.

Embarrassed, pissed off, and fuming mad he drove us home.  It was a very silent ride home with our curly fries. 

My mom was a deal shopper and coupon clipper.  She is SMART with her money.  My dad is a money maker and a money spender. In my opinion just as smart.  He works to earn it, so he can spend it.  

While my mom will have money in the bank when she dies, I think my dad will have more memories.  I am clearly my father's daughter.  

I shared the "burned out on burgers" story with Brandon yesterday on the way home from McDonalds.  He laughed so hard he damn near ran off the road.  In fact, he laughed all day long about it.  Last night he couldn't contain himself any longer. He phoned my dad and asked him if he would mind stopping on the way home from work at Arby's.  He said something along the lines of, because we have so many kids to feed, I need you to get the best deal you can.  They have a promotion right now, all you have to say is I AM BURNED OUT ON BURGERS. 

And with his stern dad voice, my dad said, "VERY FUNNY BRANDON!" I know his vein was growing just thinking about it! 

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26
Feb

friday flashback 2001 Bronson and Ty

Posted by Sandi in Bronson, Tylon, flashbacks

They grow up too fast.

Bronson is ten in this picture.  

Ty is six.

 It seems like yesterday,  

but it was a lifetime ago…..

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12
Feb

friday flashback (1998 Hadley)

Posted by Sandi in flashbacks

Isn't she the cutest little pot?  The thing I love the very most about this picture is that she had to bring her bunny to the photo shoot, and she had to have her in the picture.  

Friends, meet "Bunny"

Bunny was a big part of our family for a few years. She traveled everywhere with Hadley, and then one day, she didn't.  She didn't need her to sleep with any more. She was DONE.   I'll admit, I was kinda sad when it happened.  I wasn't ready for the weaning of the rabbit, (say that ten times.) but Hadley was.  

I found these two pictures in a very old folder the other day. Because Hadley took bunny everywhere, bunny required washing often.  This little "operation wash the bunny," was absolute horror.  It brought on extremely strong emotions, as I am sure any of us mothers would feel upon seeing our "babies" in the washing machine.  I only made this mistake once, after this moment, bunny was washed at night.  

Poor Bunny.

Poor Hadley. 

Here's hoping you all have a great weekend and none of your loved ones end up in the washer.  

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15
Jan

Friday Flashback

Posted by Sandi in flashbacks

 

Parker and Hunter

My beautiful boys.

They grow up so fast.  

They are both still beautiful.  

They are just so damn opinionated lately.  

One or both of them could be the death of me.  

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21
Oct

Family story

Posted by Sandi in Brandon, divorce, flashbacks

Even though this is "our family" story, I have to go back when it was just "my story" so you can appreciate the meeting and the timing of it all. The timing was both a blessing and a curse. The meeting was nothing short of fate.

I left my marriage of almost 15 years on April 1st 2005. I wasn't happy. I had spent the majority of my marriage being mom and nothing else. Even with 13 kids in the house, a busy career and countless friends, I was empty. I made mistakes. BIG ones. I went outside my marriage to find my happiness. What I found was even more emptiness, more heartache and finally, myself alone in a houseful of kids.

The ex and I may not have had the perfect marriage, but we had history, and HISTORY is a powerful thing to ignore. So after six weeks of begging for forgiveness and begging for the ex to come home. I gave up and set out on the path of my new life. "Single parenthood". Single, Single, Single. I had never been single in my entire life. I had a boyfriend in Kindergarten. I always belonged to somebody. I didn't know how to do it alone.


I spent the weeks from April 1st through May 15th in the fetal position, curled up in bed.  My children and friends from the old life would all verify this and probably add a few more terrifying details that my brain has chosen to omit from my memory.  ( thank you brain for that merciful gift.) The ex was always to happy to tell me, "You shit in your bed, now sleep in it." It fits.  I caused all the pain and all the drama.  I didn't deserve to breathe, let alone function.  

On May 15th, I got up and decided it was time to live again.  I had to do this for my kids.  I had already destroyed their home and family as they knew it.  I at least needed to be a happy mom. I resigned myself to the fact that the ex wasn't returning.  (To add insult to injury, he was being comforted by my 21 year old nanny of three years, who I might add got fired and is now the step mom.)  What better way to comfort myself than go out and find a date?  So I joined the millions of crazy people on match.com.  I got myself a date and actually found a nice guy.  He thought I was cool and the ex hated him.  Bonus!  

Mr. Match.com and I enjoyed our short time together.  He met the kids and they liked him, he loved them and I loved his kids.  I met the ex wife.  She was cool.  He knew all my friends and neighbors from high school, another bonus. they verified he wasn't a freak. I still ran a background check on him. He passed. He was perfect on paper!  I however was still freshly out of a marriage, still grieving and not ready to jump in with both feet.  I was busy with attorneys and still fighting the ex for child-support.  And when I got into bed at night, it was the ex I wanted there, not Mr Match.com.  RED FLAG!

After a whirlwind two weeks I put on the brakes.  Things were moving way too fast and I wasn't ready for a new relationship.  I had only wanted to date a few guys, and maybe make the ex jealous.

The very day I told Mr. Match we needed to cool things down, I got into a car accident on I-15. It wasn't a big one. just early morning rush hour, and the car behind me forgot to slow down soon enough.  I was hit from behind and I hit the car in front of me and that car hit Brandon. 

Nobody got hurt.  But the three cars were smashed up pretty bad.   Brandon was in a land rover and it only had a cracked tail light.  We all got out of the cars and stood on the side of the freeway waiting for the UHP to come.  I was falling in love with the guy in the land rover.  We all exchanged info and enjoyed the morning sun on the side of the road.  The guy in the car that I hit was a basket case.  He had places to be and no time for this.  Brandon and I just filled out our police reports and grinned at each other.  Things I noticed…….He didn't have a wedding ring on, there was no sign of a female in his car.  He smelled so good and looked so good.  I sneezed, and he blessed me.  TOO cute!

The neurotic man in the middle of our vehicles decided I had better open the trunk of my very smashed in car to make sure there were no broken seals or leaks.   Important to note here, the entire rear end of my car was smashed in, of course there are leaks and broken seals. But being the blonde female that I am, I decided he must know what he is talking about.  So I open the trunk.  BIG MISTAKE!  Now the car that I could have driven away from the accident has an open trunk that won't close.   Duh!  

Brandon to the rescue.  He takes the perfect opportunity to play Macgyver. He had an old name tag with a string and he tied my trunk down with it.  I was falling in love fast!

I drove away with a secure trunk and a smile.  The bonus of crashing a car with someone you want to get to know.  Police report :)  I now had in my possession all of his information.  Name, birth date, address, DL number, insurance, make and model of car……. This is gold to me.  I can check this guy out without him even knowing.  I wasn't two miles away from the accident and my cell phone rang.  

"Is your trunk staying down?" 
"Yes, thank you so much."
"No problem. Have a good day."
"Thanks again for tying it down."
"Your welcome. Bye."

I hung up with heart pounding.  Why did this guy make my tummy twirl and my legs shake?

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After the car accident, I went about my busy day.  I came home that night and had a very short email in my inbox from Brandon.  He had sent me pictures of my car for the insurance company and a quick hello and to see how I was feeling.  I also had about ten emails from Mr. Match begging to continue our relationship. He promised we could take it down a notch and even see other people, he just wanted to remain in my life in some way.  

 
I remember sitting there at my desk, mind boggled at why Brandon made me weak in the knees and Mr Match did nothing for me.  Mr.Match really was the perfect guy for me.  I had been dating him, kissing him and spending a lot of time with him, talking for hours and I really felt like I knew him.   Brandon was literally a stranger on the street, that I had only shared brief conversation with about the accident and the weather.  I knew nothing of him other than what I had on the police report. 
 
I responded to Brandon's email with three lines.  "Thank you for the pictures. Thanks again for tying down the trunk.  You were the best part of my day. Sandi"  That was all it took, the dialogue began.  We went back forth with emails for most of the evening.  I learned he too was going through a divorce.  I confessed to all my wrongs, and all my children.  It didn't scare him away.  
 
We emailed and IM'd the next day too.  We spent the next week getting to know each other and falling in love.  It sounds absurd even now as I write the story.  But honestly, it was love at first sight.  I wish that was the end of the story.  I wish I could say it has been a blissful road and everything has been roses.  But because we both had a past and we both were "by law" still married.  It was nothing but Hell!  Not all of it was Hell, just overall.  We laugh still that those first few months we must have been high on the Love Drug.  That must have been the only reason we stuck it out.  
 
On June 1, 2005  Brandon stayed the night, and never left.  Most of our friends and family did leave.  They left us alone to either sink or swim.  They couldn't condone our behavior by being friendly.  They were disappointed in our poor choices and we were on our own.  In some ways that worked well for us.  It became Brandon and I against the world.  In other ways,  it put a strain on life long friendships and family relations.  We are still the black sheep, the outcasts and the ones that chose each other over everything and everyone.   In my camp, Brandon was the bad guy.  In his camp. I was the wicked woman.  
 
We were both still trying to get our feet on the ground and not only adjust to being divorced, but begin a new relationship as well.  (I do NOT recommend this to anybody.) We struggled,  I spent most nights crying silently in my pillow because I was now in a bigger mess than I could get out of.  I loved Brandon.  Even if we had only been together a few weeks or a few months,  I felt terrible grieving my past in front of him. I loved him and didn't want to lose him too. But on the flip side of it, I was so grateful for his comfort and devotion.   I think the first year of our relationship was a nightmare.  I have blocked out so much of it.  How sad.  I should have been relishing in the honeymoon stage and enjoying every second.  But not me,  I was dealing with all my own personal demons.  
 
My divorce was final in August.  I sobbed the entire day.  A chapter of my life was over.  It was surreal to know that it was done.  I was no longer the person I had been for fifteen years.   A few days after the divorce decree was issued I went to the Dr for a brief check up.  I checked in at the front desk.  
 
"Is everything still current?"  
"Yes."
"Still living in Layton?"
"Yes."
"Is UHC still the Insurance?"
"Yes."
"Is Mr EX still your spouse?"
 
I couldn't even breathe, let alone answer.  He wasn't my spouse.  In the event of an emergency, who would be contacted?  What would happen if I died?  Brandon couldn't even call the shots. I remember telling the poor woman at the front desk through my choked back sobs, that I was single.  The rest of the month was and still is a blur.
 
The first week in September we ran off to the Beach.  The beach has always been my place to escape, my answer to every problem, and my sanctuary.  When life is hard, go to the beach.  So with only pennies to our name, we loaded up the van and took the kids to Newport.  It was there at the beach that we agreed it was time to get married.  
 
I wish this was the fix all.  Belong to somebody else and you are whole again.  But my past was not going away.  You've heard the saying?  "The best way to get over somebody is to get under someone else." Doesn't always work.  Once again,  Don't try it!
 
I felt I needed the ex's blessing before we went to Vegas.  The ex and I went for a ride and talked.  He said things in that talk that haunted me for years.  It didn't help the pain, but it did motivate me to move on.  He wasn't coming back.  He had forgiven me, but he was falling in love with the nanny.  That was all I needed to hear.  For those of you that don't know me, or my story.  This was the hardest of all to deal with.  The nanny was my dear friend, almost a sister, my confidante and an employee.  I was heartbroken by her betrayal most of all.  Another word of advice to my readers.  Don't fall in love with your boss/friends spouse.  BIG NO-NO
 
September 17th 2005.  Brandon and I against all odds, had survived 109 days together.  We were in love and starting our life together.  We both had ghosts from the past that stood by and witnessed our exchange of vows.  We both pretended they didn't exist and since then we both have worked hard to take care of them.  We have tried not to ignore them, we have tried not to dwell on them, we have tried not to welcome them at the dinner table.  But the first year, we could barely breathe without the past creeping in.  
 
to be continued……
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