7 Months

I have looked at these three pictures so many times over the last seven months that sometimes I see them in my dreams.  Every single time I see the picture of my dad walking away I think of the words to the song, 'This is where the cowboy rides away' and sometimes it hurts so bad I can barely breathe.   The day these pictures were taken was so precious to me.  I had some pretty deep, meaningful conversations with my dad as we walked around the desert, without realizing that 5 short months later his life would end here.  He was in so much pain.  Both physically and emotionally.  And I wonder why he didn't let us carry some of that pain for him.  I understand.  At least I think I do.  But oh, how things could have been different.  Oh. how I wish things were different.  Though I am not sure how I could have changed anything. I only wish I could.  What's more, I wish I would have been given the chance to try.

My dad was a cowboy you know.  A real cowboy.  The kind you find on a ranch, or a farm.  Doing cowboy things.  I wish I would have known that side of him.  He had long given up that way of life before I was old enough to know about it.  And enjoy it.  Because I think I would have very much enjoyed watching my dad do cowboy things, like breaking horses.  In my 'zone' room I have two horse shoes that my grandpa had used years ago... before I was even born.  I loved how proud my dad was of his dad, and how very much he wanted to make his dad proud.  I loved hearing about his dreams to be a rodeo clown.  Oddly enough I could really see him being a rodeo clown.  No doubt he would have been the best.  He would have probably made a name for himself, just like he did in mining.  I would have loved to see him sitting on his saddle that he cherished his whole life, with his spurs on.  The man lived and died in his cowboy boots.  I used to be a pretty fast runner.  My dad was faster.  Man was he fast!  And he always ran in his cowboy boots.  I see two of my boys in his boots now.  I catch my breath as I walk up to the door and see a pair sitting on the porch.  I will forever love a man in cowboy boots.  Because my dad was the first love of my life, and real men wore cowboy boots.  So was it any surprise when Thayne walked out of the office at the grocery store, and the first thing I saw was his cowboy boots, that I was hooked right then?!  How grateful I am that my dad was a great example to my husband.  How to be a dad, a husband, a Priesthood holder...

I think I am saddest that my younger kids will not really remember the great things about my dad.  Except of course the stories that we will continue to tell.... because a man as great as he was should always be remembered, should always be honored, and loved.  And he was loved.  I hope he knew that... I hope he knows now the hero he was in our eyes. 

I wish that there was some way that I could make a difference in this life.  That I could find a way to help others that are struggling.  I wish I could help those who are hopeless, find hope, and understand that the pain suicide leaves behind is relentless, and heavy, and leaves an ache that just goes on, and on.  I wish that never, ever has to be an option.  I read a blog post not long ago about how the person is just out of options to relieve that pain.  I agreed with many things she said in her blog, but I wanted to stand up and scream.... but what about the rest of us????  What about the guilt left for everyone to figure out???  What about the pain that simply never leaves, never lets up, never fades.  The what ifs are the worst.  What if?  What if!  The peace in knowing he is ok, and out of pain helps a little bit.  I am grateful for the knowledge of the Lord's tender mercy, and the gift of the atonement.  But that doesn't take away the thoughts that creep into your mind in the middle of the night.  That doesn't take away the fact that somebody had to find you, and deal with the scars that come from that.  That doesn't take away all of the decisions that must be made going forward.  It's true... I know the atonement is real, and true.  But the pain is still so real, and so raw.  And while you are trying to deal with the reality of the situation, you still have to deal with the pain your children and others are feeling. 

Mostly I wish I could make people understand that their actions matter.  How we treat each other MATTERS!  How we speak to each other MATTERS!  I think that we are very accountable for the way we shun others, or for the way we make others feel.  In the end we are all responsible for our own actions.  But what we do MATTERS.  Do we heap more pain on another, not understanding where their mind is?  Do we make their burden heavier because we choose to judge, or not be involved, or don't have time, or can't be bothered?  I have witnessed so much pain lately.  It seems our town has an exceptionally high suicide rate.  Too many.  Too much pain.  We matter.  We are responsible too.  As long as I live, I never want to walk away from somebody who is hurting.  I don't want to be too busy.  I don't want to think someone else will take care of it, and most of all, I don't want to miss the signs, or believe it won't really happen.  I mostly just don't want anyone to suffer this kind of pain.  I look around and wonder about the masks put on to hide ourselves from others.  Why do we do that?  Why are we afraid of being vulnerable?  I have struggled with a fear that nobody is who they appear to be.  For a while I wondered if anyone was 'normal'.  Though what is normal?  I don't think that is even real.  Normal.  Normal is a lie.  And lies hurt. 

I realized, after reading journals, that there were demons in my dad's mind, and I am amazed at all he gave to his family to give us 'normal'.   Again, I wonder how things could be different if so many people weren't afraid of anything not in their 'norm'?  I wonder how different the world could be if we understood the silent pain, and were willing to step out of our comfort zone and help each other.  Why so judgmental?  Why are we so caught up in expecting people to be better than they are... and more important, why do we expect people to be better than we are ourselves?  I have someone that I once considered to be my best friend, a sister, I love her still... yet she judged a situation and demanded action that she herself was not willing to give when she found herself and her child in the very same situation.  At church, she stopped my daughter and asked her how I was doing.... and I was standing RIGHT NEXT to my daughter.  The pain was still fresh in my heart, and I felt like she plunged the knife in and twisted... and does so every single week, and I wonder, what is causing her so much pain that she would treat another person so badly, in a place where there should be love and acceptance and a hand up? 

I don't know... there are so many emotions and so much pain wrapped up in this whole thing that I wonder when I will ever feel 'normal' again.  I have said over and over that this seems to be our normal... that nothing is EVER normal, and that we just keep going forward, breathing, hurting, aching, but standing upright.  I don't ever, ever want my children to think this is an option.  We lost another family member the same way not long ago.  Who lost his dad the same way.  I want to scream STOP!  The kids have hurt enough.  Recently Kami's friend told her she wanted to kill herself.  She was NINE.  Nine years old.  Why???  Thankfully Kami told us and we were able to talk to her teacher, who with the principal and her parents were able to help her.  But why in the world does a nine year old feel like this is an option?  What can we do to change this?  My heart hurts so bad... so, so bad!

31 Sundays

Thirty one Sundays.... And every one, every single one, I think I am going to go about the day, get ready for Church, enjoy the entire day and not cry.  Yet here I  again.  Crying. Feeling the pain.  Wishing things were different.  Wishing the phone would ring.  Wondering how long it will take to stop feeling the gut wrenching pain because I will never hear my dad's voice again in this life.

Thirty one weeks ago yesterday our world changed.  Thirty one weeks ago today we planned a funeral and tried to figure out how to make sense of anything.  Yet the one thing that hurts the most is knowing that every Sunday from now on is another Sunday without talking to him, laughing, trusting that all will be well in the world because of him.  And my heart continues to break. 

I think it's added upon because of all of the heart ache and losses we, and others have experienced lately.  It seems like the world is out of control.  Spinning, and I don't know how to stop it, to get some kind of control back.  Not that we ever had any to begin with. But I struggle feeling like I am waiting for the other shoe to drop. I don't like feeling this way.  I have faith.  I have even felt tremendous peace.  It still hurts. I realized something that I've always known, yet had to be reminded again, that even though we have perfect peace in a situation, doesn't mean we are free from feeling the pains of mortality.   It is how we gain empathy, sympathy, and a greater understanding of what the Savior suffered for us.  It makes us better.  It softens us. It allows us to lean on The Lord.  

I suppose the thunder and lightening and gloomy skies didn't help today.  It probably doesn't help me to come home from church and try to nap listening to the Merle Haggard radio station. I want to cry though.  I have to be tough but I don't want to be.  I want to feel the pain. I want to feel it until the tears bring me fully to peace.  I want to cry until the hurt is cried out and only joy in the life he lived is left.  I want to forgive.  I want to let go and no longer feel alone even in a room full of people.  I want my broken heart to mend.  

Thirty one Sundays.  It seems like so many.  Except it feels like it just happened.  I wish there weren't so many other emotions attached to my dad's death.  I wish there weren't so many other issues all wrapped up in it... But then that would be easy wouldn't it?  I wouldn't have so many opportunities to grow, and stretch, and trust, and believe. I wouldn't have to use my faith to know that it really is ok.  We are ok.  And one day all of this will be ok.  So for now I will allow my heart to feel everything it needs to feel, cry every tear and count the Sundays and miss my dad.  Because truly, everything really will be ok.   

March birthdays

I am ever so slowly catching up this year! 

Yay me!

March is a busy birthday month.

Kassi turned 20 this year and Tanner turned 24.

They weren't able to celebrate together because Tanner was gone,

so she insisted that Wyatt take his place for their 'fridge' picture!

Of course Wyatt took full advantage of the situation.

We had Tanner and Chris share their day at work.

Chris works for our company now and will be Jace's brother in law in October.

He is marrying Caitlyn's twin sister.

Tanner and Chris have the same birthdays.

Of course we didn't get to celebrate with Kimi (turning 25) because she was too far from home...

and Caitlyn had a birthday party at our favorite pizza place for Jace, who turned 26.

Everyone is getting too old and have grown up way too fast!



Snapshot of March 2014

March found us busy with a few remodeling projects.  We were finally getting new carpet for the upstairs bedrooms.  We turned one room into my zoning room and another into an office and all of the kids are moved downstairs now.  Big changes.  For a few days it looked like hoarders had taken over our home.  It also looks like all Noah does is climb on things and sleep... oh wait, that's pretty much all he does!

We took the tv out of our bedroom and moved it to the zoning room.  I must say it was a wonderful thing to do, and our bedroom feels like it's only little retreat from the world again.  Now if I could figure out a way to get the kids to stop using my bathroom as their own personal place to do hair and make up, and to borrow my toothpaste and lotion, life would be nearly perfect!  Okay, maybe that's not true.  As much as it completely drives me crazy that I have provided them with everything, I suppose one day I will miss having them come in and invade my space.  Be careful what we wish for, right??? 

We also got to spend extra time with Mae Mae while her mom was preparing for finals and finishing up her schooling in preparation for graduation.  It was so fun.  She is a grandpa's girl though, which is really fun to watch.  He ends up packing her around almost the entire time they are together. 

The other two pictures in the collage.... well, I always get teased that I am preparing for the invasion of aliens because I always have water bottles around.  Some of the kids and I went to Delta with a friend to practice foot zoning and as I gathered up my water bottles I realized I probably needed an intervention.... that, or you will all be wishing you were around when the invasion finally happens.  (Signs)   And the feet... well, they are shoes.  I went to work one day and looked around the office and realized Thayne had three pairs of shoes there!  As much as he teases the rest of us, it was nice to have something to bug  him about!

So there we have it.  March 2014.  Hard to believe how fast the months are flying by this year.  It feels like the world is just spinning out of control some days!

Willie is 17

Willie turned 17 in February and I felt like he deserved to be bragged about,

just a little bit!

Because I am his mom and it is my prerogative to brag when I want!

 

This kid is amazing.

He is a hard worker.

He has worked, either for the video store, or the pizza place

since he was about 12 years old.

He also does side jobs for people,

doing yard work.

His work ethic is really quite amazing and his zest for life is, well, exhausting!

Exhausting to me that is, because he is in constant movement!

He has such a huge heart and cares so much about others.

Always has.

But sometimes he just goes above and beyond,

and I am humbled by his goodness.

 

Willie was very concerned about my mom after my dad died.

We all were.

But he put his money where his mouth was and truly gave his all for her.

I have no doubt my dad is very proud of him.

He was worried that my mom wouldn't have much for Christmas,

so Christmas eve he went to town and cashed his paycheck,

and spent the money on gifts for his grandma.

He worries about her a lot and tries to get to town to take her to lunch.

At his brother's wedding, when they played the song for the parents and grandparents to dance,

Willie knew that grandpa wouldn't want her to sit out,

so he made her get up and dance with him.

That is who he is.

That is the kind of young man he is.

His heart is so soft, and so kind.

I love him, and am proud to be his mom.

I can't believe he is 17.

The time is going so fast and before long he will take off

and live out his dreams.

I wish I could turn back time...

hold on to the precious moments.

Why do they have to grow up so fast???

 

 

So This Happened In February

So yeah...

This happened!

Crazy last minute decision to marry in February,

instead of in May.

Which is a good thing.

It was just a mad dash to get it all done in time.

We had a great time.

My sister was even able to come from Montana.

It was nice to have something positive to look forward to

and I wish them the very best life together

as husband and wife.

Tanner and Jalene...

Mr. and Mrs.

 

 

Boys Rule

It seems that the boys are pulling way ahead in our family... or continue to keep the comfortable lead.  Jace and Caitlyn found out they are having a boy.  No name yet.  I hear they have girl names.  So, we are excited and waiting to see how amazing this little man will be!!!

Buzzed driving is STILL drunk driving!

Another reason I detest drunk driving.... besides the obvious!  I got one of 'those' phone calls on April 9th.  The ones that you dread, hoping you never get and then praying like crazy that every person you love and cherish are okay and not injured!!!

We had dinner that night, with most of the family here and our missionaries and a friend's son, Arik, that just moved here from Arizona.  Thayne needed something from the shop and I thought we could just run there after everyone left.  But Wyatt, with his brand new learner's permit in his hand, asked, no, he BEGGED to get some night 'minutes' in.  He asked his dad if he could take Josh and run to the shop.  I didn't really want him to go, but mostly for selfish reasons, because Thayne had been really busy and I had several things I wanted to talk to him about, and running to the shop seemed like a nice time to do that.  Next thing I knew, I heard that they were leaving and taking the little kids.  I stopped them and told them I knew that the car seats were not in the car so they better not take the little boys.  The boys wanted to go with them, so they put the car seats in and left.  4 miles to the shop.  That's it.  4 miles there, and 4 miles home.  No problem.  No worries.  We make that trip numerous times a day.  Wyatt is a good driver, I wasn't really worried, yet I felt nervous.  But, I started cleaning the kitchen and didn't think another thing about it until my phone rang and I missed the call trying to get my hands dried.  As I was redialing Wyatt's number, Thayne's phone rang.  And I could tell by his voice that things were NOT okay!

Thayne and a couple of kids left immediately and Arik drove me a couple minutes behind them.  Wyatt had told us that everyone was okay, but that the car was totaled...  but still... my BABIES were in that car!  I NEEDED to see them and know that they were alright. 

We made it to the intersection and see a big, extended cab, older truck.  And my car.  Airbags had deployed.  Kids were out walking around but pretty upset.  Wyatt was in tears, sorry about my car.  I admit seeing my kids were fine, I did look at the car and think.... ARGH!!!!  But that's the after thought, knowing that everyone is just fine AND that it could have all been prevented!  You see, a man didn't just run the stop sign.... he sped up trying to get through it!  An older guy.  Thankfully Wyatt has great instincts and he slowed as much as possible and knew he needed to somehow turn into the wreck so that the damage wouldn't be any worse (to the kids in the car).  The police said if he hadn't done what he did, the man would have t-boned the kids and probably done devastating damage!  He would have hit right where Noah was, and likely the car seat wouldn't have prevented some serious injury.  After impact, Wyatt quickly kicked open the door, ran around to check on the babies, and then ran to check on the man who ran the stop sign.  He knocked on the window and gave the man a 'thumbs up' asking if he was okay.  The guy didn't get out but finally gave him a thumbs up and shook his head yes.  It seems when the police went to talk to him... he lit up a cigarette.  Interesting don't you think?  And then when Thayne went to talk to him, he also lit up another cigarette.  I wondered what in the world would make this man speed up at an intersection like he did, and asked if he was drinking.  The cop said he thought maybe he smelled something but he lit up a smoke and well, the cop didn't do anything.  Until the EMT's got there.  When the EMT checked him out, she came back to the cop and told him he better go check to see how much he had drank because he HAD been drinking.  It kind of bothers me that they didn't do things the right way in the first place, because if it goes to court, just the breathalyzer won't be admissible because they didn't do the field sobriety first!  However he blew just barely under the legal limit.  Which my son in law says they want to lower anyway!  Matt said that in the county he works in, they would have immediately arrested him because running the stop sign AND being barely below the legal limit proves he is impaired!   Not once did he try to check on the little kids, which is very telling to me.  Whether he felt embarrassed or if he was just too buzzed to care, I think it was pretty cowardly to behave that way!  Also, we had to wonder how much he really had to drink, because it is likely that he hadn't registered the actual blood alcohol level! 

Thankfully Arik was able to take the little boys home and got them settled watching a movie.  We had to wait for the EMT's to check Wyatt, Josh and Hyrum, because the airbags deployed and because Hyrum hit his eye pretty good on impact.  They checked out fine... well Hyrum got pretty serious whiplash and over a month later he is barely starting to feel relief, but it could have been SO MUCH WORSE!!!

I was counting my blessings and thanking our guardian angels.  Also, thanking our earthly angels who happened to be there at the exact moment.  Three of our friends who are nurses or work in the hospital were right there, and ran to offer help, but when they saw who it was, they stayed and comforted the kids until we got there.  So many tender mercies and small miracles.  So many blessings!

So what is it going to take to STOP drunk driving???  Why do people continue to do this?  What will be a tough enough consequence that people will just not do this anymore???  How many lives have to be touched by this?  It is bad enough that they get caught once, twice, but three, four and more times... how many times do they drive buzzed or drunk that they do NOT get caught!  Just STOP!!!  Do not let others get behind the wheel when they have been drinking, and for heaven's sake, if you are going to drink, let someone else drive!!!

Do you look away? Or take action?

Yesterday gave me a great opportunity to decide if I will take action, or look away.  I think far too many look away, decide not to get involved, or believe that there isn't anything you can really do to change the situation.  The result of that thinking?  Sometimes nothing.  Sometimes it's true, nothing really changes so everything stays the same... But sometimes it really matters that you stand firm and take action.  Maybe you won't see the results, maybe you will... but at least you know you did something!!!

Kailee and I took the little girls to town to babysit.  We were craving popcorn and hot tamales so we stopped at the theater to grab our treat, and were headed home.  A white jeep was in front of us and right before a stop light I see a woman climb over the seat and open a cooler.  I could not comprehend what in the world I was seeing, and asked Kailee, "ummm... is she naked???".....  She was BUCK NAKED, climbing over the seat, grabbing a beer from the cooler and swaying all over the seat as she tried to climb back.  The driver meanwhile is swaying across the lines, almost into oncoming traffic.  I am ABSOLUTELY CERTAIN that the cars around them HAD to have seen her naked self climbing over the seat.  The windows were not really tinted and there was several vehicles, with children in them.  It was obvious they both had open beer cans in their hand, and that they were both intoxicated.  HOW MANY PEOPLE HAVE TO DIE before people learn to stop drinking and driving????  We just had an accident up the road from us that killed four people, including children, and alcohol was involved!!!  ENOUGH already!!!

Kailee grabbed my phone and called the police.  We continued to follow the jeep.  Naked woman was back and forth trying to get sat back down and they finally pulled into their driveway, under a carport.  Thank heavens for the carport.  An ice cream truck was right on the road by their trailer, with several little kids standing around.   The man got out first, with a beer in his left hand.  Kind of swayed but shut the door and went into the trailer.  The woman sat in the jeep a little longer than him.  When she got out she almost stumbled and fell.... yes STILL naked.  She stumbles to the porch, tries to put her leg over it and kind of flipped over (yes, it was hilarious watching, sorry!) and went into the trailer.  I backed the truck up and sat talking on the phone with the police when the man came out and looked at us.  He then gives me a thumbs up mouthing, "everything ok?".  I gave two thumbs up, with the police on the phone and smiled, thinking it would be way more ok when the cops got there!  Thankful we had popcorn and hot tamales to go with the show!

One officer finally showed up and we told him what was going on.  He told us that it was likely that nothing would be able to be done because they were home and that the people could lie about the whole situation, and we would have to decide if we wanted to do a citizen's arrest to cite them for open container.  I asked if there was anything to be done about her nakedness too! :)   We told him that we are sick and tired of the accidents caused by alcohol and YES we would sign and make a citizen's arrest!  He went to the front door and of course nobody answered.  We told him they went through the back door so he went around to that door.  He came back and told us that she was indeed drunk AND said that her husband was gone, and said that she was the one driving the jeep.  By then a second officer came.  The woman came outside, with what looked like a fresh shiner on her eye.  She sat on the step howling not to ruin their lives.  Begging us not to ruin her life.  I WAS DONE!  I asked her exactly how we would ruin her life?  I asked her if she had any idea how RUINED their life would be if her husband had killed somebody, including her because of his drunk driving.  I asked her how many other lives would be ruined because they were so irresponsible!  I told her that her husband was a coward by hiding and making her take the rap and maybe, just maybe if she tried to get some help maybe she could save herself and the lives of others!  She continued to cry.  The officer that had just showed up seemed to know this woman, and her husband, who happened to be on parole, with two prior felony DUI's!!!  I told the officers that if they looked in the back seat of the van they would see the cooler that she had gotten the bear from.  Sure enough, it was there.  Since the man was on parole and since they had probable cause they looked, and found the man hiding in the shed.  He did not want to cooperate, but ended up failing the field sobriety test, blew over the legal limit and his parole was revoked and he was arrested.   The poor wife was distraught and crying and screaming very loud not to take him away, that it would ruin their lives.  People.... this is his THIRD felony DUI.... ruin YOUR life???  I wanted to scream!!!  He has also, on several occasions, beaten the tar out of this woman, both before and after she married him!  She was crying that she would never see him again.  Kailee and I bust out laughing when the officer said to her,  "You can visit him in prison!!!"  :)   I told the cop I wished there was something to do to help her.  He explained that some people choose not to have help.  Seems this woman has had the opportunity to go to rehab, on the state tab, for months, only to go right back to this man.  Dysfunction at it's finest I suppose!  It made me sad, but it made me MAD!!!  Do NOT risk the lives of others because you choose to feed your addictions!!!!!

What amazed me most was that the officers kept asking us if we were sure we wanted to sign the complaint because you know, it would mean we would have to show up for court.  Did we want to have to do that?  To be inconvenienced???  Oh yes, we are SURE!!!  There are many times doing the RIGHT thing is not convenient, but we really MUST do it anyway!  He won't spend any time in prison.  The system is too backed up and too full.  But I sure hope that some day he learns the damage he has, and could cause if he continues in this way!  Maybe that woman will wake up and realize that she does not deserve to be abused!

The officers were telling us that our county has THE HIGHEST alcohol rates in the state.... above even Vegas!  They have no idea why, but they said that DUI's are happening daily and that we all need to keep a look out AND call in when we see drunk drivers... it might be a child next time!!!  The officer told us that one vagrant had a blood/oxygen level of 6.0.... SIX!!!  Not .06. 0r .6, but 6.0!  They said one time he had a 5.8 and an aneurysm... and lived!  UGH!!!

Stand up!!!  Take action.  If you see a drunk driver... call... wait for the police and make sure you press charges.  It may save a life!!!!

9 Months Ago

 I know I have so much to catch up on, and I am going to get around to it... someday!  Just not today!  I have had the hardest time keeping up with things like blogging, laundry, cleaning kids' bedrooms... little things, like that!!!  Mostly because of what I decided to do 9 months ago!

Nine months.  I was recently thinking about the fact that most of my adult life has been planning for the next nine months.  Most of the time those nine months resulted in counting little fingers and toes.  This time however, I mostly have been concentrating on the toes.  Foot zoning has become my new way of life!!!

I received my first foot zone a few years ago... and I LOVED it.  Then one of my best friend's took the classes and became a foot zoner, and I loved it more.  I wanted to take the classes so bad!!!  So when I got a call from Jeri asking if I could take part in the class they were having in Tooele, Thayne and I had a long talk, and while it would take a huge commitment, he told me I really should just do it!  So I did!

Every month, I packed up far too much stuff and headed to Utah for a weekend of learning amazing things, with amazing women.  I gained 4 new friends that will always mean so much to me.  Who become like family.  Who I am going to miss more than I ever thought possible.  More than that though, I learned a new way of thinking, and a new way of healing.  I feel like I was being spiritually, mentally, emotionally, and physically fed during our classes. It was incredible.  Our zone instructors, Jeri and Jaclyn, taught me so much.  They are the most wonderful women, who sacrificed so much to teach our classes. They taught me to trust myself and to believe that I could do this.  Nine months later, I am a foot zoner.  I love it.  I love helping others.  I love watching lives change, simply through the feet!  I love getting to be the tool to help others see that they can change their lives by letting go.  I love how it has blessed our family.  That alone would be enough... but it is so much more!!!  I am so excited to see where this will take us!  I am proud of myself, for making it through.  For not giving up when it became hard, and learning for myself that I can do things that I never believed possible.

I am grateful that each and every time I work on some one's feet, I think about the Savior washing the feet of the apostles, and I can see that person through the eyes of Him, and I learn to love others so much more. I did it! 

We were asked to give a final presentation, about anything we wanted.  I decided to do mine on questions.  Change your questions, change your life.  One question is, when you tell your life story, are you the victim, the survivor, or are you the superhero?  Everyone has a story... the women I got to spend the last 9 months with are superheroes!  I am determined to be the superhero when I tell my life story.  This class has given me so much, and I look forward to giving as much back as I possibly can.

Interested in what foot zoning is?  Check out www.wedofeet.net  There is nothing like it!!!