i misunderstood this at first... thinking he wanted a reward for being good at wrestling... but after being reinformed i realized my babe was being honest with good ol' saint nick about giving a kid a bloody nose during one of his wrestling matches, and he wasn't sure if it would count as being bad or not, so he wondered if he'd still get anything for christmas....

how cute is that??

love this kid.

merry christmas friends.

Merry Christmas Friends

Because i'm late, lazy and cheap, i didn't mail out as many cards as i wanted to. so i'm posting them for you all to see.

But really, i hope you all have wonderful & happy holidays this year. i'm sure any of you who read this are more important to me than you realize. i am terrible at showing, but i'm working on it, just how much i appreciate all that i have.

i have an awesome kid that i love tons and work my tail off for. drey keeps me going. that boy is my life, don't know what i'd be doing with out that handsome little bugger.

My amazing family, i love them all so much. they do more for me than they can imagine and i'm so grateful for everyone of them. (Especially my two naughty 2 year olds that give their mom and dad grief... he he he). my friends are the best. my co-workers are pretty much my life savers. my school friends have become like my second family to me with all the time we spend together. i could go on for days about each person that pops into my head, but we all know how pressed for time i am ;)

anyways.. i don't want to get to sappy on you all, because that would give everyone the impression i myself, am sappy. love you all.

merry christmas!!

jami & drey

whats important

i just love to hate this time of year.

nothing like happiness, joy, and bliss surrounding you to remind you how ungrateful you are.

i have been tested as a parent recently... this is nothing new, but its taken on a whole new level for me since Thanksgiving.

i can't even imagine how many times i fought with my parents thinking, ok KNOWING, that i was always right... but i can remember, and VERY specifically the few times i heard these words come from John or Jana;

"i'm so disappointed in you."

and it hurts. it hurt bad to know you've caused that.

Enter my 7 year old.

Drey is a great kid. i love him more than i can even describe. but recently, he has acquired traits that i am not fond of. he's done things that he shouldn't, and hurt some other people.

the way that makes you feel as a mother and person is indescribable.

knowing someone you have taught better and raised, has hurt someone else hurts me more than i can express.

its a hard lesson, very hard, for a 7 year old to wrap his head around, but hopefully we can learn it together.

its the time of year John got really bad, and left us missing him. its hard to remember how amazing my dad was before he was sick, but he was. seriously... he was THE BEST.

so i'm going to try hard to remember how lucky i am to have such an awesome boy, greatest family and friends and co-workers, my health, and the opportunity to go to school to learn how to help others.

so luckily... its a break for me until January. I will not even look at a nursing book, or online quiz until Jan 10th and focus on whats important.

my babe.

you gotta be kiddin me...

this wasn't the only play i said that either... but.... a wins a win. i'll take it. and i think it was the best birthday present for my brother. go utes!

(oh.. and i better not steal: the pic is from the SL Trib)

Top 10 on why to be a nurse?

Found this and thought it was funny....

10) Pay is better than McDonald's: though the hours are not.

9) Comfy shoes & Uniforms.

8) Its better to give than to receive... needles.

7) Being able to reassure people that all bleeding stops.... eventually.

6) Opportunity to be exposed to rare, exotic, and exciting diseases.

5) Interesting Aroma's.

4) Admittedly... its alot easier than med school.

3) Celebrating holidays with all your friends... at work.

2) To see just how big you can stretch your bladder and how long you can hold it.

1) Comfort in knowing people usually survive... no matter what you do to them.

i love my child....

this conversation took place between Drey and myself last night... after i decided to try and remove a mole off of my face (didn't work so well by the way.)

Drey: "whats on your face?'

me: "a new tattoo."

Drey: "of BATMAN!?!?!"

me: "ya..."

drey looked a little closer at my face

Drey: "No its not! its a bandaid!!"

me: "well aren't you master of the obvious."

Drey: "i don't even know what that means!"

me: "it means you're master of the obvious."

Drey: "I KNOW!"

me: "then why did you say you don't know what it means?"

Drey: "Cause i was seeing if you knew!"

so he turned to walk away... and walked right into the door.

it was classic.

love this kid.

english sucks. i like nursing school though.

the start of this semester has been interesting to say the least. i'm in english 2010, and anyone that knows me, knows how bad i loathe typing papers. i can talk for days on end if i needed to, but to put my thoughts into sentences that make sense is difficult and frustrating for me.
so here i sit, starting my personal essay about a word of our choice that is due next week.
as of a few hours ago, i still hadn't decided what my 'word' was going to be.
i've been thinking for weeks what would be easy for me to talk about. and what i could use that i could later just add research to so i could use it for my research paper.

alzheimer's.

it always comes to mind. papa john can always help me in so many aspects of my life.

so as i got to typing this damn paper it started coming easier and easier, but the more i typed the more one word kept popping up on the screen.

Birthdays

for those of you who knew john well, you might have got a dozen roses on your birthday once too. my family always did. but it was my birthday (25th remember) a few weeks ago, and i missed my roses. I did find a box will all the little cards that said, 'Love John' on them that always came with the roses though. it was bittersweet.
john was also diagnosed with Alzheimer's right around Drey's birthday. all the repressed memories from the whole slew of events in my life gradually come back, but i do remember every single thing papa john said to me the day he met drey.
papa john also died the day after my moms birthday. i know he knew. he wasn't 'there' but i know he knew to wait. jarret reminded him of the day, just to be sure.

if i were to type a paper on papa john, it would never stop. there are always so many things that i remember, so many things he did, so many ways he helped so many people.
it sucks.
i'm sorry.
but i think its unfair.
i hate that my dad was so amazing, and his time here was so short.
maybe... if it turns out decent. i'll share some of my birthday paper with you.