a few things i know

i was typing out another post, when i realized that it was super vague and i thought to myself: what is the point of this? why not just say what i'm trying to say without the allegory? so i'm going to try that. we'll see how it goes. call me, email me, leave a comment, whatever you'd like if you want to know more and or how i know, if that made any sense or if it doesn't make sense. i wold love to talk with you.

i know:
i would do anything for my family, they are the most important people to me.
my family does not just consist of my blood relatives (see my blog about family).
my siblings are my best friends.
i can count on my brother, sister, mother, and father.
the english alphabet.
that the bible and book of mormon are inspired texts and that by reading them anyone can find peace and increased joy.
i can make tasty foods.
that midst my doubts and confusion, i am doing what is right in my life at this point in time.
i was born with a privileged life and that i often complain about my first world blessing.
an attitude of gratitude leads to happiness.
i am not the best runner, but both my legs work and i can run if necessary.
i love people.
how to do basic math and some maths that are more complicated.
that Jesus Christ is my redeemer.
that Christ's atoning power can heal us completely and we can feel whole again and have peace in our lives by following Him.
Heavenly Father loves his children.
we are children of God.

my plane is boarding now.

i hope to add more to this list soon.
thanks for reading. :)

day watch

lately i've been spending my time working on another type of blog. its a bit of a practical joke. please check it out!
nikdaywatch.blogspot.com
nik is a good friend of mine and day watch is sort of his idea...one day he was joking about how i should start a stalker/fan club blog all about him. thus the idea was born and my roommate and i have been making it better ever since.

its been some time since i've posted. i assure you that my lack of published posts is not because i'm short of topics or interesting life stories, but rather that i haven't made the time to sit down and write. i apologize, the build up has been dull and this post will be rather long. i'm hoping that some photos will make up for things just a bit. 
to sum up: i've done a lot over the past five months...

driven thousands of miles

the grand canyon, it is really big!

flew to hawaii

helped babycakes get ready for prom

said goodbye to my baby brother
(he is serving a mission in brazil for two years)

got matching tmnt pj's
for my sister's 17th

saw water at flood stage 

went fishing with my g-pa

good thing i have favorite things.

so...you know that song from the sound of music, my favorite things? can you recall the verse: "when the dog bites, when the bee stings, when i'm feeling sad,"? well... i am certain that all three of those things shouldn't happen in the same week!
back in may/june i had several moments when i felt sad. mostly because i missed my brother (he's in brazil), i was loosing my tan and gaining pounds (an awful combination), i sorta got dumped (for the first time), a good friend from high school was basically ignoring me (thanks a lot mr. bergan) and i moved (the third major move in six months). 
then, one thursday, i got bit by a dog. not just a playful nibble, but a chopped down drew blood vicious bite from my brother and miss steen's dumb dog sophie. ok....so it might have been my fault, just a little bit...but it throbbed none the less. 
finally, the straw that broke this camel's back...june 4th, i got stung by a bee. not just any bee either...a dead bee with vengeance out for my wee little pinky finger.
so there i was sitting in my grandpa's truck trying to decide if the mass amount of swelling in my right littlest finger was something i should be concerned about, when the sun glared in from the window and distracted me. i couldn't help but think: oh of course! it would be a sunny day in june when i get stung by a bee! and of course i, jeannette, of all people would still have a dog bite wound that needs its bandages frequently changed. and of course i can't help but feel a teensy sad because my grandpa seems upset by the small number of fish we caught today. it is a freaking sound of music trifecta!
and its hilarious to me now thinking back about how my following thoughts went from sad to a sort of upset angry to sarcastic to making fun of myself and then to over joyed by the irony so quickly. said progression went something like this:
...how am i suppose to feel better when there are no snowflakes to stay on my nose and eyelashes? why are the roses not in bloom? what the freak is schnitzel?!? how come i have never ever gotten a brown paper package tied up with strings? are ten year old cats' whiskers as effective as kittens'? hehe. i knew i should have brought warm woolen mittens. this is like the best story ever! i'm totally gonna write my brother and tell him all about it, maybe this would be a good blog too. gosh it is such a pretty day. dang! my finger and bite wound really are throbbing...
i'm pretty sure at about that point my grandpa interrupted my internal monologue and i welcomed the excuse to get away from my thoughts and back into a normal conversation. 
over the following days i enjoyed telling my comedy bit about my life, the sting, the bite, the sadness of it all was really fun to laugh at. i just couldn't help, but shake the feeling that the list of favorite things from the movie weren't really doing the trick. 
then i realized the point of the song isn't to think of julie andrews' voice singing a list of someone else's favorite things...well unless you're like me and you really enjoy musicals and julie's voice...but rather to remind us to think of all the simple and wonderful things that make life better.
so...i started to think of my favorite things, and as always i want to share them with you-my loyal readers. cause well... i think they are an excellent collection of simply reasons that make my life worth living.
my favorite things might not rhyme or have the sing song rhythm, but they do the trick, they put a smile on my face. bonfires with mallows and roasted bursts. going to get the mail and finding a letter written to me. indoor plants. spending time with babycakes, darb, miss funkhouser or any of my other wonderful family members. bright colorful patterns. cinnamon apples. comments on my blog, facebook, photos, etc. cooking meals that are so good people ask for seconds even when they're stuffed to the rafters. my mommy's hugs. telling life stories that make people smile, laugh, think, etc. giving piggyback rides. radio stations that play the songs i can sing along to. boating on a hot summer day. things on major sale. lord darlington and i on a long stretch of road. simply orange juice. the smell of warm pine trees. dollar bill rings. and so many other things. 
i simply remember my favorite things...
and then i don't feel so bad!


28. thinking about my favorite things. 


what are your favorite things? do you have any favorite memories of times we've shared together?

dearest readers.

a bakers dozen of you actually follow my blog and even less leave comments. i imagine this is probably because i lack the ability to post regularly. it is the possibly, that when i do post, my life stories aren't interesting to the masses. yet, for whatever reason (hi mom, hi dad) you continue to read my cheesy little blog....arg...i can't seem to think and type and express what i'm trying to say...basically...thank you. :)) thanks reading this here blog. 

my life has changed a lot over the past few months and i have about a bajillion things i've wanted to blog about so...dear reader there will be more posts coming to you soon. 

blog worthy.

this might sound vain, but i've always wanted to have a newspaper article about me. i guess this dream started when i was a wee tyke i thought the ultimate coolest thing was having your name appear in a newspaper article. seriously! that it is so cool! cause it means you witnessed something noteworthy, or did something other people would want to read about, and you can call up your grandma and be like: "grandma did you see the paper today? section x page x. pretty sweet, right?" big moments in a life can be shared and people can save that story forever and ever. 

in the 4th grade i got to be on tv and sure it was a couple minutes long, but that was not as cool as the newspaper. of course having the local news anchor interview me was kinda awesome, but your mom can't cut that out and put it on your refrigerator.

then in high school my dreams came true. my name was mentioned in a list for honor roll, a few press releases, a few community events, plays, sports teams, fundraisers, etc. i don't know that any of them ever made in on the fridge...to be fair my parents really don't put anything on the fridge.

i still thought having my name printed in a newspaper article was cool, but it never got in the paper for saving a baby from a burning building or witnesses a robbery. it seemed like i was just living my regular life and somehow a journalist found out about little ole me. 

overtime goals and dreams change, right? since i became a part of the blogging world (a couple years ago) i secretly wished that my name would crop up in a friend's post. so i could call my mom up and be like: "yo mom! check out this blog...i know sweet right?!? yup thats me, your daughter, being mentioned in a blog"

i never really thought this would happen, then a few weeks ago this post nothin but nettie was added to adventures of a flunking honor student. it is an entire post about me. i was shocked. i am very honored and humbled and a little bit embarrassed cause frankly this post shows off an interesting side of me. again it wasn't like i'd done anything special or blog worthy, just living. but mr. inman's blog it made me realized that wanting to be mentioned in a blog has a lot less to do with my vanity and is more a having validation that i'm living a life worth remembering. 

i am so grateful for the experiences and opportunities i've have in my life and especially grateful for all the people i've met along the way. thank you for remembering our time together xoxoxo. 

27. having someone blog about me aka being remembered. 

walks with siku.

siku is my brother's dog. he is a hyper, strawberry blonde siberian husky.  like most huskies he is super hairy; i lovingly refer to him as mr. fluffy butt or seekers. the neighbor kids call him our fox (i have no idea why). siku doesn't really bark-he more like gargles roo sounds, but he guards our street with pride.

he loves to swim, eat, and go on long walks with scenic views, its no wonder that we get along so well.

he became part of the fam a couple years ago and i've been told his name means "ice man" and that seems to fit.

each year when i come home for a visit, siku and i go on walks. most of our walks are on the trails near the river 'cause siku and i love to get wet and splash about. at least a couple times a week, i grab his red leash and we set out on our adventures. sometimes we invite other family members to come along. ;)

besides the exercise, beauty of nature, and bonding time, my favorite part about walks with siku are the comments he brings about. once a pair of older ladies asked us for directions to the vineyard and then ask how i trained a wolf to be so well behaved. many folks let me know "thats a beautiful dog" which always fills me with pride. an older gentlemen once commented on how siku was walking me not me walking him, and chuckled to himself as we pasted by. yet, the best comment we ever got was last week.

i had just loaded seekers into the back of the pickup and had started to drive away from the trails just as the county's chain gang of litter-duty incarcerated males were waltzing into the area. i distinctly heard one say to another: "check that out! that is one fine (expletive) woman, she drives a truck and check out that sick-awesome dog!" 

i'm moving back to utah next week; i sure am gonna miss my time with that dog. 

26. walking the family dog: siku. 

aloha.

in the hawaiian language the word aloha has several meanings. we know that aloha is hello and goodbye; it is said often enough on the mainland. i remember friends coming back from hawai'i, tanned and on an aloha kick. they'd toss the greeting around seemingly just to remind me how awesome their vacation was. but as the tans faded so did the use of aloha. it wasn't until i came here: the island of oahu, that i learned aloha is more than a fun and different way of saying hi and bye. aloha is love, compassion, peace, and mercy.

how did i get to oahu? by plane of course. i came to be with my family. all five of us. we planned this trip a few months ago as a last hooray before my brother sets out on a mission to brazil. there is no way i could have imagined just how much i would need this trip. coming here happened at the perfect time.

at the dole plantation. 

the past month has been an experience (that's putting it politely). i have felt the depths of despair and true sorrow. i have failed in more than one way. i was overwhelmed, confused, and felt useless. any wonderful happy moments seemed fleeting. i questioned my reason for being. events that cause revolutionary changes of thought occurred almost too frequently for me to comprehend. i felt homeless and helpless. my soul ached.

i was like a child playing hide-and-go-seek without a good hiding spot. knots turning my stomach and whether i was ready or not, it was time for change. so... i travelled nearly three thousand miles across seven states, to get to my flight to paradise and arrived here a week and a half ago. it has been everything i wanted and hope for, but more importantly hawai'i has been everything i needed. the rain. the sun. the wind. the waves. the food. the pcc. the aloha spirit.

i learned that aloha literally means presence of life. it comes from alo meaning presence, and ha meaning breath of life. but in the aloha state, aloha is more than a word its a way of living. aloha has become a symbol of love and respect; a way of sending and receiving positive energy. on sunday, when i went to church i saw this positive energy being shared as each speaker greeted the congregation with "aloha" and the congregation lovingly returned "aloha". perhaps you have to be in hawai'i to feel the difference between an echoed hello or good morning, and a repeated aloha. it is also said that when you live the spirit of aloha you create eternal positive thoughts and feelings that multiply and effect others. the idea and feeling of aloha is that same truth that Christ teaches. love thy God and love thy fellow man. i believe i have felt the aloha spirit while being here.

parasailing.

it has helped bring me closer to my God as i marvel in all His many creations. the beauty of the islands and the kindness of His children. i have faith that God has a plan for each of us and that He constantly wants to bless us. we just need to turn to Him wholeheartedly and have the willingness to trust Him and be obedient. this experience has helped me to see just how immensely blessed i am. my time in oahu has given me a new appreciation for life and a fervor to become my best.

i am grateful that i could come to oahu and be reminded of the joys of living.
seeing chickens roam free outside a taco bell pizza hut. trying to get lost, only to end up where i'd been before. helping make a friend smile. appreciating beauty in all its many forms. reading. epiphanies! *pineapple grow on the ground, who knew?* trying new things. having my breath taken away and the sweet taste of the next gasp of air. burning my shoulders (not favorite). getting salt water in my eyes, nose, mouth, and lungs. forming blisters, sores, and bruises. getting a nice tan before summer. falling in love with loco moco. feeling pain, grief, and sorrow, yet feeling so much more love, peace, and happiness.
i have learned to take both the good and bad in life, but to be especially thankful for the good.

there are a few people i want to especially thank for the experience i've had here.

mr. and mrs. sopu: thank you for your  kindness and for sharing your home, bike, and delicious food with me.
mr. mander: thank you for sharing a priceless experience (everyone should go parasailing!) with a broke college student.
miss cox and friend: thanks for ruby tuesdays, long drives, illegal activity, and jamming out to great tunes.
my friends in texas: thanks for encouraging me to take this detour ;)
gladys at pcc: thank you for sharing your wisdom.
mommy, daddy, darb, and babycakes: thanks making this possible and thanks again for all our excellent memories (noni, lobster skin, etc.). 

you: mahalo! for reading my blog :) and aloha.

25. finding the meaning of aloha in hawaii. 

if you're facebook friends with me, almost all of you are (since only about a dozen people read this blog), you can check out my slight detour album to see more beautiful photos. 

musicals.

musicals might be the most wonderful thing. growing up i would watch the sound of music, the play version of peter pan, and singing in the rain as often as my family would let me. i was mesmerized by camelot and my love for richard harris began. i liked south pacific, the music man, and especially my grandfather singing along with fiddler on the roof. when i was at byu, the best show i saw was a musical: thoroughly modern millie. i also saw seven brides for seven brothers, and newies for the first time while at byu. then there are disney movies which are basically musicals (chitty chitty bang bang, mary poppins, all the classic cartoons) and i've seen broadway's touring the lion king twice, and the phantom of the opera. it is cheesy but completely true: i love musicals!
recently, i was introduced to another musical into the woods and at the end of may i'm going to see wicked :] at the imb performing arts center (aka the opera house). miss steen and i are so so excited!! 
anyways i thought i would share my love with ya all. below is a list of some of my all time favorite musical songs. enjoy these tasty earworms :))

Beauty and the Beast, If I Can't Love Her (Beauty and the Beast)
Camelot (Camelot)
All that Jazz (Chicago)
Finale, Agony, Agony Reprise (Into the Woods)
I Dreamed A Dream (Les Miserables)
The Circle of Life (The Lion King)
Chim Chim Cher-ee, Feed the Birds (Mary Poppins)
Oklahoma, Oh What a Beautiful Morning (Oklahoma)
The Music of the Night (The Phantom of the Opera)
I Won't Grow Up (Peter Pan the Musical)
Maria, Something Good, Edelweiss (The Sound of Music)
Singin in the Rain, Good Morning, Moses (Singin' in the Rain)
You'll Be In My Heart (Tarzan)
Gimme Gimme (Thoroughly Modern Millie)
Popular, For Good (Wicked)
Over the Rainbow (Wizard of Oz)
Go the Distance (Disney's Hercules)
Kiss the Girl, Part of Your World (Disney's The Little Mermaid)
Once Upon a Dream (Disney's Sleeping Beauty)
Blue Hair by Joe Iconis

what you think of my list?  also, If you have any musical songs you think i should listen to, prease prease lemme know! thanks! :))


24. singing and dancing along, to my favorite musical songs.

on to texas.

it has been a few weeks since i last posted. life has as gotten really busy. well...maybe busy isn't the right word choice, lets just say things are changing. in the last few weeks i had fall semester finals, they went better and worse than expected. i cleaned my apartment and packed up my things. i went home for christmas. i got a new haircut! and i now have bangs or fringe as my auzzies would say. tomorrow i'm going to place all my possessions into lord darlington (my beautiful ford focus) and get ready to make my next big move.
my brother and i are driving from central utah to texas because i'm moving to there for the next five months. why? you might ask. i'm going to be a nanny. that's right i'm gonna nanny in texas. the family is great, parents and two kids: girl age 5, boy age 2. i'm really excited for this latest chapter in my life and i've decided that for these upcoming months i will be keeping a separate blog filled with my texas adventures. you can read up on my experience as a nanny on my other blog http://nannyintexas.blogspot.com/ which will be up and running in two weeks.
i wish everyone the best of luck in the new year. :]

23. moving to texas and doing something completely different with my life.

family.

family. such a common term, but far from simple. it seems obvious that we would all know what family is...but my sociology class today got me thinking about what family really is. 

my church defines family in a  proclamation that is a little over 600 words consisting of 9 paragraphs which i think is a bit much to quote in a blog. ( for those of you  interested in reading about the church of jesus christ of latter day saints' beliefs on family please read the family: a proclamation to the world  https://lds.org/study/family-proclamation ) the key points it covers are: a definition of marriage, our relationship to god, the importance of gender, sacredness of procreative powers, the responsibility of fathers, mothers, husbands, and wives, and we learn that "happiness in family life is most likely to be achieved when founded upon the teachings of the lord jesus christ." all in all it states important aspects of a family and our belief of eternal families, yet it does not state plainly what a family is. 

so i was forced to search further and look up the term family in my handy dandy macbook dictionary. i thought it might make things more clear legally or i don't know easier to understand. but no! it says that family is 
"1. a group consisting of parents and children living together in a household" or 
"2. people related by blood or marriage" or 
"3. a person or people related to one and so to be treated with a special loyalty" or 
"4. people united in criminal activity." if that doesn't clear things up for you, well it didn't clear things up for me either.

basically based on this dictionary to be a part of a family one might be treated with loyalty by a person or people, and they might be living in the same house, and they may or may not be related, and perhaps be involved in the same criminal activity.  i imagine if you are at all a sarcastic person you are thinking the same thing i am: oh! ya... umm... hmm... that's my family summed up in one ambiguous statement, for-sure!

if you would like a more clear definition of family olive garden has the only straightforward definition i've heard, you may be familiar with it: "when you're here, you are family." sooo- if you want family or to know who is your family just go to olive garden. but, then that makes my date last saturday and all those strange italian food loving restaurant patrons  my family and i don't know how i feel about that. 

so... when restaurant chains, the dictionary, and my religion can't seem to clearly define what a family is, i'm left to come to my own conclusions...maybe they are similar to your ideals of family, maybe not. (i'd love to read your thoughts about family and your definitions of it please feel free to leave comments)

what is my family?

my family is obviously the relatives i've lived with and who know me the best my mommy and daddy, brother and sister they have seen me in my greatest and worse moments and yet somehow still love me. and yet my family is so much more. 


it has extended family members that are easy to identify because they are blood related. they're the one's we have titles for. aunts, uncles, cousins, gparents, basically all ancestors and their brother's mother.


also, there are the family members know lovingly as: the in-laws. people related by marriage, or have been related by marriage, or will be related by marriage a.k.a. my aunts' and uncles' spouses, the children of my relatives' spouses: step cousins, my cousins' dad whom i call  uncle, cousin's fiance, those that come to holiday dinners and are invited to special occasions. 


the people who taught me and cared for me since i was a small child: my church family. 15th ward (now west valley ward) is where it is at. 


my other church family at byu: 2nd ward (now the 181st), fhe 10, sunday fhe


those that i grew up with and who practically lived at my house: friends. da quatro. ms. pacheco. ms. deakins. ms. daily.  


a boy i met by the ocean and have buried chicken with many a times.

the girl that became so much more than just a roommate: my rfl and her husband. 

those that i share meals with on an almost weekly basis. 

teachers who became in a way my school parents.

my non-related family: barlows, batmen, myers, and trebor.  

my royal purple family sisters of the sash and purple mama. 

this is my family. 

it's not simple. i can't map it out in a tree-like pattern how we're connected, and i doubt they would all like to be at the same reunion, but that doesn't matter because they are my family none the less. 

they are the people who love me without apparent reason. those that i have shared a special bond with. people that no matter how often we see each other or talk to one another, we still care. they are the ones who are always there for me and who i hope know: 

i will always be there for them.

22. my family:  bonds that are deeper and messier than blood or words can define.

dec. 1st

      this post is mostly for ms. fisher, my best friend that i have yet to officially meet. 

i have no idea what to type. when i sat down to write this i felt like there was so much i could blog about.  ms. fisher and i talked for nearly an hour, but now that it is nearly midnight the emo noodle joke seems like one of those you-had-to-be-a-part-of-the-conversation-to-understand type stories and so i don't know why i thought i should blog about it. and we both know that i am not about to discuss last month's challenge for the whole wide world to see. so...with all that being said. i'm sorry for those of you who are not ms. fisher and who are for some insane reason still reading this post. i would like to take this moment to wish ya all a very delightful december (for some of us it is more joyous that today is dec. 1st than it is for others) and a very merry christmas. 

hours and hours later.

i'm typing this blog post under the most strange and marvelous conditions. first of all it is 1:48am. secondly, i'm sitting in 15C my assigned seat on a detla flight, enjoying a fizzy cup of ginger ale and gourmet center biscoff cookies (which are wonderfully delicious i highly recommended them). thats right! i'm using the internet in the sky. i'm pretty sure if this were a different day and age, i might been shun for writing such blaspheme and at the very least scoffed at for talking about writing something people can see instantly while flying.

it's interesting when i notice just how ungrateful i am. seriously, how many modern conveniences are taken for granted or no longer even sees as a convenience. i know that i catch myself complaining about slow internet on an almost daily basis, but i rarely am overjoyed when i can share videos and pictures with my family instantly. i'm quick to forget just how blessed my life is. 

the situation in-which i am even making this post is an excellent opportunity for me to reflect on the wonders of life. i'm flying home for thanksgiving. i get to spend a week with my family and all i had to do was show up at the airport. sure, it wasn't the easiest flight experience i've ever had, but really?!? all i had to do was get a ride to the airport, take off my shoes walk through a metal detector, wait in some lines and try to be patient as the members of my flight and i waited 7hours to be able to board. it was really hard not to complain about boredom, orange juice prices, inopportune snow fall...but i was warm, nor was i hungry or thirsty, and i was still able to get on a flight and by the time i land in my beautiful home town it will have taken me only 9hours. 

if i had to walk home it would take a modern girl like me a year. driving the trip takes 12 hours on a minimum, so i'm still getting there sooner and safer than that option. 

plenty of my friends aren't going home for thanksgiving this year because of the blizzardous weather or cost or lack of mode of transportation. i get to. 

many people are starving and parched. i am neither. 

well...we are started into the descend. so i'm afraid that is all i have time to write.

21. blogging in the sky. 

my mommy.

this an extra special post in honor of the day my grandmother gave birth to my mother...aka...HAPPY BIRTHDAY MOMMY!!

reasons why,

I LOVE MY MOM 

she has loved me all twenty plus years of my life.

my mama dealt with me as a baby, and lets just say both she and i aren't really baby people. although rumor has it i was pretty chill.

she cared for me even when i ignored her because she left me for Hawaii. Mom you can’t just up and leave and expect things to be the same duh?

she enjoys re-telling the diarrhea/pillow chocolate story, and other equally awkward baby stories. 

the fact that she didn’t name me or consider naming me sally.

my mom was brave enough to let me try things myself even when she could have done it a bajillion times better, like painting my room.

her gift for adding color  to a room changing  a hideous green living room a lovely shade of Pink and the rest of the Farm house wonderful colors. The MacArthur white with hints of apricot. Our house Raspberry when Dad was away, Burgundy when he decided color was ok, and for all the future awesome changes for the walls of this place. The bright blues and teals. 

she lets me help her paint. :D Thanksgiving is going to be so much fun!

taught me how to put on make-up.

informed me when I put it on way way too much. 

her curly hairstyle that she found in her twenties and never gave up on. 

she isn't in love with country music. How else would I have found Queen?

but she has an appreciation for all types of music. Camp-cheer, tone-deaf, lyric-off, and all other genres. 

my mom was a patient parent leader for DI and that whole fishy thing.

 no one else would have made costumes for the many many events and such i was apart of. 

doing laundry, she is awesome at it! i know thats what every mother dreams of hearing their children say. hehehe

doing all my lilac laundry (cause we both know that was a whole other job).

taught me how to do laundry, long before i left home.

reminding me how to make grandma’s lipton rice, even when i called way past her bedtime.

my relief for relief society.

spilling icy cold water on dad and letting me -in her baby bump- have some cred for that awesome prank ;) we both know it was carefully planned.

the softness and hairlessness of her skin.

bbq's like her dad. 


bbq-ing in the rain cause we be from washington!

our christmas tradition. she gives me a book every year and
 those books are the presents i am most excited to get, even if i don’t show it.

she comes from dog-town.

she waxes my legs and lets me paint her toenails.

we tried that crazy candle business.

she always encourages me to try. 

the craft room chamber.

her patience.
  

costco trips....and chicken bakes.

she can simultaneously task, like watching knights tale and sewing.

our shared love of heath, (both the actor and candy bar). 

my mama can gut and will gut a fish. 

if you can’t say something nice...don’t say it. 

she took me to piano lessons and listened to lessons and umm music for endless hours. 

she is often my inspiration. 

my mom knows how to relax and have a good time.

all our vacation memories.  

her billion hobbies and interests.

she’d give up chocolate, but she is no quitter.

if i ever need help, she is my go-to person, and she always at least tries to help.

mom you’re funny. Where do you think I get it from?

 i just liked this photo sooo much!

when I am away at school, she sometimes sleeps in my bed. when dad is out of town she lets me sleep in her bed with her and sleeping there feels like the safest place on earth.

FLINCH

she loves animals. 

i love her morning phrase: “wakin’ upin’ sugar lumpin’.”

that one  time she pinned michael and all the other 8th grade trip stuff.

check out our garden, she is an awesome gardener when she wants to be.

DOVE you.

she is silly. 

she is so flippin’ punny! :D

my mom is compassionate: especially with tammy.



this woman is a killer rummy player.

the endless hope she has for the world and her children’s lives in it.

my mama can listen to me for hours and understand my super fast talk (very impressive).

she can make sweet crafty stuff. the aprons, my rug, my favorite mount saint helen's mug. 

i love her selflessness. 

the fact she likes icky stuff and makes me try it, but then doesn’t make me like it. (the last part is key)

she came and ate “hot lunch” and then never made me eat it again.

she was always involved with my education and didn't let me skip grades and  insisted i start school when i did.

class mom and made awesome treats! like nessie the cake.

she styled my hair and we both know it is ridiculously thick. can anyone say afro?

mama loves my drama. ( http://jnets-reasons.blogspot.com/2010/11/drama-for-yo-mama.html )

she taught me to read and love it! the big hill

her love of reading, especial historical stuff.

she read to us all of narnia. we sat on the pink couch and she made the adventures seems so real. 

i love her for listening to harry potter on cassette (ya we’re that old school) with me, while she fixed up the farm house and i stayed at home sick. 

she took me to the doctor countless times. 

umm...watching the countless “doctor visit jeannette-ism/spaz attacks". remember the karen info-merical?

she talked me through throat bleeding, school stress, and my first strep experience and not acting scared when she was probably more scared than me.  

everything that she lets me “borrow”.

her smile :)

her laugh.

i love her because of all the support she gives her chillins, especially emotional. 

and for all the support she gives me.

i love her eyes, brown just like mine.

our shared love of Mika and Big Girls.

my mom answers late night calls.

she was always there to pick me up from school or to let me stay home.

she teaches us about bible scriptures.


she even made me a queen ester halloween costume because that's who my childhood heroine was. 


my mom encouraged me to be creative especially with halloween costumes and helped me become an awesome rhinestone wearing sideburn rocking:  elvis, a linen wrapped mummy, an elegant peacock with a full tail, a jewelry saleswoman, a happy clown, miss scarlet from clue, a m&m and i few others. 

her HUGS!

she waked up every morning to see us, especially painful seminary mornings.

sandwiches: she makes the best. 

in her twenties she joined the church of jesus christ of latter days and raised her family in it.

'cause she reminds me to pray.

i love spending time with her. 

she gave me her middle name which happens to rock!


she gave me fun nicknames like loulou. seriously, mom, who else calls me nettielou? well...actually a few people do

her olive skin that doesn’t burn too easily and tans very nicely. 

she married a crazy mormon-salesman, 
with little idea why or 
what the future would hold.

being the mom everyone else who’s not your kid loves. mr. bergan, mr. gordon, miss cox, miss pacheco, etc. 

this woman suffered through childbirth and all the pain before that day even arrives two more times. i couldn't imagine life without darb and babycakes.

she is accepting of both my successes and kind-of-not-really-anywhere-near-successes.

mom- you've let me be one of your best friends and you've always been mine.

being an example of how to have christlike love. 

she loves me, which makes all the difference in the world for eternity.

mom- 

i know you've seen a version of this list before and i probably could have put a billion other reasons why, but i just wanted you and everyone who reads my blog to know----I LOVE YOU.

jeannette