In case you are wondering why I would post such personal information about myself, WELL, I created this blog so that anyone that knows me, particularly my children and grandchildren would know what my life was like when I was growing up. I never sat down with my mother to ask her about her life and I regret not knowing more about her or my dad. My dad never talked about his childhood and some of the things I learned about him were learned after his death. Still, I have many questions about both of them that no one will ever be able to answer. All of the stories now are from what any of my siblings or I have recalled and may not be accurate. This blog comes from me. Everything in it is true. I kept a journal for only a short period of time and the form it is in, could be destroyed or lost easily. So long as I keep this blog and then perhaps get it saved to disc or whatever, I will have a record of my life's experiences, good or bad. My goal is to continue with various facts about me, some interesting, some just everyday normal childhood things for my posterity. Wouldn't it be awsome to be able to read your great grandmother's journal? I would have loved it.Tuesday, April 29, 2008
Why, you ask?
In case you are wondering why I would post such personal information about myself, WELL, I created this blog so that anyone that knows me, particularly my children and grandchildren would know what my life was like when I was growing up. I never sat down with my mother to ask her about her life and I regret not knowing more about her or my dad. My dad never talked about his childhood and some of the things I learned about him were learned after his death. Still, I have many questions about both of them that no one will ever be able to answer. All of the stories now are from what any of my siblings or I have recalled and may not be accurate. This blog comes from me. Everything in it is true. I kept a journal for only a short period of time and the form it is in, could be destroyed or lost easily. So long as I keep this blog and then perhaps get it saved to disc or whatever, I will have a record of my life's experiences, good or bad. My goal is to continue with various facts about me, some interesting, some just everyday normal childhood things for my posterity. Wouldn't it be awsome to be able to read your great grandmother's journal? I would have loved it.
Sunday, April 27, 2008
The Story Continues
As I mentioned at the end of the the post "How it Started", Brent and I broke up every couple of months. I don't know why. I think it might have something to do with him needing to "find himself" or whatever you want to call it. He was a typical guy. Didn't share his "feelings". I think that only happens in movies, where a guy will actually tell a girl how he feels. There were a few occassions that he did though. The following was after a breakup that I thought was definately the end. My journal reads:
March 15th 1976 Chris and I went to Steve's house last night. (Chris was a friend of mine that I fixed up with Brent's friend Steve). Then we went to pick up Brent at his grandma's house. We went to Trolly Games. I was a bit uncomfortable being with him but I wanted to have fun. We weren't there as a couple, just at friends of Chris and Steve. The only problem was, Brent kept looking at me funny and everytime I asked him why, he said, "I'm not looking at you". He told me he'd called me the night before but I wasn't home.
March 17 1976 Brent called me tonight. Im so excited. He told me that the reason he kept looking at me when we were at Trolly Games was because he "just wanted to hold me". I asked him why he didn't and he said he thought maybe I would get mad or that I was being cold to him because I liked somebody else. SHOOT, there's nobody else! He kept telling me all these sweet things.
March 18, 1976 I talked to Brent again tonight. He makes me feel so good. He said he wished I was there with him.
March 21st, 1976 Brent came over last night. We are back together!
My final journal entry was April 29, 1976. A lot of things have happened with me and Brent. But last night I got fed up with not knowing if he still cares about me. The last time I saw him was on Easter (Apr 18th). He has only called me about 3 times in that time and in the 4 days he has had off since then, his mom would not let him come out. then he would go motorcycle riding with Steve even though he knew I would probably be able to come see him. It's OVER. He said he still wanted to see me and call me when he had the time.
I remember feeling so lost without Brent. I had great friends and even had a couple of guy friends that we'd hang out with. but because my girlfriends didn't have boyfriends and didn't understand, I had very lonely summers. Brent always seemed to get restless in the spring and by the time summer came, we'd be apart. I think he always thought that if we broke up for the summer, he could have his fun and know that I was all alone, not being in school to spark up any relationships with guys from school. All the guys in my neighborhood were just friends and Brent knew that.
August of 1977, I had my Senior pictures taken for school. I remember that Brent and I were not together at the time but of course, I was always looking for opportunities to start things back up. I put one of my pictures in a frame and went to his house without calling. It was a Saturday afternoon and he was home. I handed him the picture and after he looked at it for a minute or so, he said "who is this?" He was serious. He didn't know it was me. I said "It's me, who else would I give you a picture of?" He said "Wow, it doesn't look like you". UMMMM was that a compliment? This is the only picture of me that he still carries in his wallet today.
Things moved pretty quickly from that point. Although I didn't intend on really getting back together with him that quickly, it happened. My 18th birthday was a memorable one to say the least. Brent was supposed to come over for cake but he'd been in an accident the night before. I immediately left to go see if he was OK. He got in my car and we drove to Memory Grove. He said "I have something to tell you". The accident was his fault and he totaled his car. There were girls in the car with him and his friend. The second I heard that, I jumped up and ran to my car. I got in and started it up. He was pounding on my window and pleading for me not to leave. I opened it up and said "I'm pregnant".
I'm a true believer in "things happen for a reason" but I've always known that Brent was my destiny. We've been married for over 30 years now. It's not always been a bed of roses and some of the things we've been through would make many give up. Brent tells people that if it wasn't for me, his life probaly would have taken a much different course and most likely, not a good one. I can't even imagine my life without him. I love you Brent.
March 15th 1976 Chris and I went to Steve's house last night. (Chris was a friend of mine that I fixed up with Brent's friend Steve). Then we went to pick up Brent at his grandma's house. We went to Trolly Games. I was a bit uncomfortable being with him but I wanted to have fun. We weren't there as a couple, just at friends of Chris and Steve. The only problem was, Brent kept looking at me funny and everytime I asked him why, he said, "I'm not looking at you". He told me he'd called me the night before but I wasn't home.
March 17 1976 Brent called me tonight. Im so excited. He told me that the reason he kept looking at me when we were at Trolly Games was because he "just wanted to hold me". I asked him why he didn't and he said he thought maybe I would get mad or that I was being cold to him because I liked somebody else. SHOOT, there's nobody else! He kept telling me all these sweet things.
March 18, 1976 I talked to Brent again tonight. He makes me feel so good. He said he wished I was there with him.
March 21st, 1976 Brent came over last night. We are back together!
My final journal entry was April 29, 1976. A lot of things have happened with me and Brent. But last night I got fed up with not knowing if he still cares about me. The last time I saw him was on Easter (Apr 18th). He has only called me about 3 times in that time and in the 4 days he has had off since then, his mom would not let him come out. then he would go motorcycle riding with Steve even though he knew I would probably be able to come see him. It's OVER. He said he still wanted to see me and call me when he had the time.
I remember feeling so lost without Brent. I had great friends and even had a couple of guy friends that we'd hang out with. but because my girlfriends didn't have boyfriends and didn't understand, I had very lonely summers. Brent always seemed to get restless in the spring and by the time summer came, we'd be apart. I think he always thought that if we broke up for the summer, he could have his fun and know that I was all alone, not being in school to spark up any relationships with guys from school. All the guys in my neighborhood were just friends and Brent knew that.
August of 1977, I had my Senior pictures taken for school. I remember that Brent and I were not together at the time but of course, I was always looking for opportunities to start things back up. I put one of my pictures in a frame and went to his house without calling. It was a Saturday afternoon and he was home. I handed him the picture and after he looked at it for a minute or so, he said "who is this?" He was serious. He didn't know it was me. I said "It's me, who else would I give you a picture of?" He said "Wow, it doesn't look like you". UMMMM was that a compliment? This is the only picture of me that he still carries in his wallet today.Things moved pretty quickly from that point. Although I didn't intend on really getting back together with him that quickly, it happened. My 18th birthday was a memorable one to say the least. Brent was supposed to come over for cake but he'd been in an accident the night before. I immediately left to go see if he was OK. He got in my car and we drove to Memory Grove. He said "I have something to tell you". The accident was his fault and he totaled his car. There were girls in the car with him and his friend. The second I heard that, I jumped up and ran to my car. I got in and started it up. He was pounding on my window and pleading for me not to leave. I opened it up and said "I'm pregnant".
I'm a true believer in "things happen for a reason" but I've always known that Brent was my destiny. We've been married for over 30 years now. It's not always been a bed of roses and some of the things we've been through would make many give up. Brent tells people that if it wasn't for me, his life probaly would have taken a much different course and most likely, not a good one. I can't even imagine my life without him. I love you Brent.
Weekly Bowling Scores 4/26/08
Terrie 127 / 85 / 116 / 158 Whoo hoo!!! My highest score EVER with THREE strikes in a row!
Brent 145 / 147 / 189 / 174
Jenny missed it this time. She was in Idaho. I've decided two things when it comes to my performance in bowling. 1st, the music they play has a lot to do with it. When they play rap crap, I do badly. The first game, they played disco, then into the second game, they started playing the crap. Then came the oldies. Much better. 2nd, if I overthink, I do poorly. The fourth game I was getting a little tired, my hands were swelling and my thumb kept sticking but when I didn't think about it and just threw the ball, I did great!
Brent 145 / 147 / 189 / 174
Jenny missed it this time. She was in Idaho. I've decided two things when it comes to my performance in bowling. 1st, the music they play has a lot to do with it. When they play rap crap, I do badly. The first game, they played disco, then into the second game, they started playing the crap. Then came the oldies. Much better. 2nd, if I overthink, I do poorly. The fourth game I was getting a little tired, my hands were swelling and my thumb kept sticking but when I didn't think about it and just threw the ball, I did great!
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
How it started
Photo taken November 9th, 1975. Me 16, Brent 17. Look what a geek I was and how CUTE he was! I made these shirts for the both of us for a dance we went to. The fabric was a western print, cowboys and bucking broncos. Brent's comment about this photo? "Don you wish we had those bodies again?"
Way back when, the summer before I turned 13, I went with my friend to learn how to square dance. The moment we walked into the door, I saw Brent sitting on top of an upright piano. I knew from that very moment, even without knowing who he was, that I was going to marry him. Crazy, you say? Well, never tell a teenager (or preteen) they don't know anything about love. They just may prove you wrong!
Brent's uncle was new at teaching square dancing and so Brent's mom made him go to support his uncle. I went because I thought it would be fun. Even though I knew Brent was always the one for me, I had to play the game. I pretended to have crushes on other boys but they never lasted long because I knew where my heart was.
Because we lived so far apart, me in Rose Park and he on 8th south and 4th east, we only saw eachother once a week at square dancing. One week he would like me, the next he wouldn't. Typical 15 year old boy. When I was 14, just before the end of 8th grade, we moved to Bountiful and that made it impossible for me to see him.
Exerpts taken from my journal:
In October of 1974, after I'd just turned 15, I got a call from my girlfriend in Rose Park. She told me that Brent wanted to know if he could have my number. Of course I siad "yes" but then I didn't hear from him. After a week, I called him. Of course I did, did you think I wouldn't??? He asked me if I could go to a haunted house with him and his friend. I hesitated only because I was "seeing" someone else. I went anyway and we had a great time. A couple days later he called me while I was at my friend's house in Rose Park. I told him not to call me anymore because I still liked this other guy. He got mad and hung up. Later I found out from a friend that he was so angry that he ripped his work shirt to shreds. He can't confirm or deny that now.
The following March (1975) I was at the Deseret Gym taking a class. My friend and I were waiting for our ride and I jokingly said, "wouldn't it be funny if Brent was here" and no sooner had I said that and here he came walking up the steps. He took one look at me and headed for the door. Of course I went after him. I tried to apologize to him but he didn't want to hear it. A couple weeks later, I broke up with that "other guy".
The story picks up again in August of 1975. I called a mutual friend of ours (Steve), pretending to want to fix him up and Steve asked me if that was the only reason I was calling. He knew I was calling to ask about Brent and I admitted it. Steve told Brent and Brent's reply? "Alriiiight!"
We got together three days later. On November 10th, 1975 my journal entry reads:
"Tonight when Brent called, he asked me if I would marry him in three years. It was the neatest thing. He's told me millions of times that he loves me and we were gonna get married but tonight he was really and truly serious." As I read through the rest of my journal that ends in April of 1976, between Feb and April, we broke up about 5 times. Each time we got back together, it was because I was the one who called him. For the next year and a half, we broke up every couple of months. Check back next week to see where we went from there.
Way back when, the summer before I turned 13, I went with my friend to learn how to square dance. The moment we walked into the door, I saw Brent sitting on top of an upright piano. I knew from that very moment, even without knowing who he was, that I was going to marry him. Crazy, you say? Well, never tell a teenager (or preteen) they don't know anything about love. They just may prove you wrong!
Brent's uncle was new at teaching square dancing and so Brent's mom made him go to support his uncle. I went because I thought it would be fun. Even though I knew Brent was always the one for me, I had to play the game. I pretended to have crushes on other boys but they never lasted long because I knew where my heart was.
Because we lived so far apart, me in Rose Park and he on 8th south and 4th east, we only saw eachother once a week at square dancing. One week he would like me, the next he wouldn't. Typical 15 year old boy. When I was 14, just before the end of 8th grade, we moved to Bountiful and that made it impossible for me to see him.
Exerpts taken from my journal:
In October of 1974, after I'd just turned 15, I got a call from my girlfriend in Rose Park. She told me that Brent wanted to know if he could have my number. Of course I siad "yes" but then I didn't hear from him. After a week, I called him. Of course I did, did you think I wouldn't??? He asked me if I could go to a haunted house with him and his friend. I hesitated only because I was "seeing" someone else. I went anyway and we had a great time. A couple days later he called me while I was at my friend's house in Rose Park. I told him not to call me anymore because I still liked this other guy. He got mad and hung up. Later I found out from a friend that he was so angry that he ripped his work shirt to shreds. He can't confirm or deny that now.
The following March (1975) I was at the Deseret Gym taking a class. My friend and I were waiting for our ride and I jokingly said, "wouldn't it be funny if Brent was here" and no sooner had I said that and here he came walking up the steps. He took one look at me and headed for the door. Of course I went after him. I tried to apologize to him but he didn't want to hear it. A couple weeks later, I broke up with that "other guy".
The story picks up again in August of 1975. I called a mutual friend of ours (Steve), pretending to want to fix him up and Steve asked me if that was the only reason I was calling. He knew I was calling to ask about Brent and I admitted it. Steve told Brent and Brent's reply? "Alriiiight!"
We got together three days later. On November 10th, 1975 my journal entry reads:
"Tonight when Brent called, he asked me if I would marry him in three years. It was the neatest thing. He's told me millions of times that he loves me and we were gonna get married but tonight he was really and truly serious." As I read through the rest of my journal that ends in April of 1976, between Feb and April, we broke up about 5 times. Each time we got back together, it was because I was the one who called him. For the next year and a half, we broke up every couple of months. Check back next week to see where we went from there.
Monday, April 21, 2008
Weekly bowling scores Sat 4/19/08
Jenny 102 / 118 / 99
Terrie 85 / 130 / 127
Emily 84 / 55 / 73
Brent 128 / 146 / 155 / 136
Zach 73
Shawn 113 / 132 / 156 / 156
Emily is Brent's sister's daughter. She is 16. Zach is my grandson. He's 5. Shawn is Zach's daddy, my son in law.
Terrie 85 / 130 / 127
Emily 84 / 55 / 73
Brent 128 / 146 / 155 / 136
Zach 73
Shawn 113 / 132 / 156 / 156
Emily is Brent's sister's daughter. She is 16. Zach is my grandson. He's 5. Shawn is Zach's daddy, my son in law.
My Inspiration
I miss my Mom and Dad. Dad's been gone for 10 years and Mom has been gone for 6 1/2 years. I still get the urge to call my mom to tell her things. I hear Dad answer the phone and when I ask, "Hi dad, is mom around" and Dad says, "No she's square". I want to tell them all the things I am sure they are already watching from heaven. "Oh mom, you should see Zach play the guitar on the video game. He's so good at it. Jase is cutting teeth and trying to take a few steps. Aubrey is a little stinker for her mommy but she's such an angel for me. One of her favorite movies is "Annie" from the Lil Orphan Annie character. I made her a little red dress just like Annie's for her birthday."
My grandkids call me Oma. They call Brent Papa. Before I had grandkids, I imagined them calling me Granny. I wanted to have them call me something different from their other grandparents. When the time came for the grandbabies to come along, missing my mom horribly and feeling like I couldn't share this most important event with her, I decided I wanted to make sure my grandkids had an Oma in their life, like my kids had. The most wonderful sound I've ever heard was the first time my first grandbaby called for me; "Ohmaaaa". Oh mom, I only hope I can be half the Oma that you were.
Wednesday, April 16, 2008
Weekly Bowling Scores Sat 4/12/08
Three games:
Brent 173 / 139 / 121
Jenny 122 / 97 / 108
Terrie 111 / 99 / 135 Yippee! I finally beat him!
Brent 173 / 139 / 121
Jenny 122 / 97 / 108
Terrie 111 / 99 / 135 Yippee! I finally beat him!
Tuesday, April 8, 2008
True Love
Everyone has struggles in their jobs, I am no exception. I've been with this company for 2 years, practically since the day they started this business. I've worked really hard but recently that just isn't enough. I've really struggled to keep my cool and there have been days when I've totally broken down. One day, I came down to my desk and the love of my life had left me this note. Because of this, it's been easier to get through each day. I keep it on my wall in front of me to remind me of what is really important. This is true love! I love you too Brent!
Saturday, April 5, 2008
Bowling
Brent's parents bought him a bowling ball when he was about 8 years old. They used to bowl all the time. I've never been good at bowling or any sports for that matter but I've always liked to bowl. For years, Brent has said, "we need to buy bowling balls for everyone so we can go more often". So... last Christmas, I finally bought myself a ball and shoes for me and Brent. We've been going every Saturday since then. I even bought a ball and shoes for Jenny so she could go with us. Kim decided to wait until after she has her baby before we get her a ball and shoes.
You'd think that after bowling once a week for 3 months, I'd get better. Not a chance! Jenny and I have been pretty close in our scores and Brent always beats us. He used to be pretty good, averaging around 175 and one game a few years ago, he even got 7 strikes in a row! Since his shoulder surgery last year, his balance is a little off. He's been averaging about 145. Friday, Brent and I went bowling. On our second game, I was ahead every single frame. I thought this was my day but low and behold, Brent got three strikes in the 10th frame and beat me by 3 pins! He just couldn't let me have my glory! Today we went with Jenny, her family and Kim and her family and guess what? Jenny beat Brent by 1 pin. I guess she may be getting better! Brent was happy for her, really. And Jach and Aubrey beat me!
You'd think that after bowling once a week for 3 months, I'd get better. Not a chance! Jenny and I have been pretty close in our scores and Brent always beats us. He used to be pretty good, averaging around 175 and one game a few years ago, he even got 7 strikes in a row! Since his shoulder surgery last year, his balance is a little off. He's been averaging about 145. Friday, Brent and I went bowling. On our second game, I was ahead every single frame. I thought this was my day but low and behold, Brent got three strikes in the 10th frame and beat me by 3 pins! He just couldn't let me have my glory! Today we went with Jenny, her family and Kim and her family and guess what? Jenny beat Brent by 1 pin. I guess she may be getting better! Brent was happy for her, really. And Jach and Aubrey beat me!
Thursday, April 3, 2008
Papa's song
When this song "Remember When" from Alan Jackson was first played on the radio and the video came out, Brent recorded it on the DVR. Zach was only about 2.5 years old and Brent would play it for him whenever he came over. It soon became known as "Papa's song". Anytime Zach would be in the car with us, we had to listen to "Papa's song". One day, before Zach was even 3 years old, we were in the car and of course it was playing for about the 3rd time in a row and as it finished, Zach said, "Isn't that the most beautifulist song, Oma?" My heart went into my throat.
Just starting
Ok, so I've decided to jump on the blogwagon. Since I have never been one to write a journal, perhaps this can serve as one for my posterity.
Although I have been collecting scrapbooking materials for over 10 years now, I have very little to show for it. A couple of years ago I asked Jenny to put Jeff's scrapbook together for him. She made a couple of pages and gave up. I don't blame her. All she could do was put the photos on the page. She couldn't add any journaling because she didn't know anything about the pictures. Afterall, they were all of her big brother and I am the only one that can describe why I took those photos. I finally jumped in and started. I am proud to say that I have 4-two page spreads completed, journaling and all. It's a struggle because Jeff is now 28 and I have quite a few pictures to try to remember his age in. But I've started and that's what is most important.
My advise to all young mothers, keep track now! Don't let it build up until your children are grown. That's one of the good things about technology today. You can add to your blog anytime and it's there for all to see.
So, here I go... It's mostly for me.
Although I have been collecting scrapbooking materials for over 10 years now, I have very little to show for it. A couple of years ago I asked Jenny to put Jeff's scrapbook together for him. She made a couple of pages and gave up. I don't blame her. All she could do was put the photos on the page. She couldn't add any journaling because she didn't know anything about the pictures. Afterall, they were all of her big brother and I am the only one that can describe why I took those photos. I finally jumped in and started. I am proud to say that I have 4-two page spreads completed, journaling and all. It's a struggle because Jeff is now 28 and I have quite a few pictures to try to remember his age in. But I've started and that's what is most important.
My advise to all young mothers, keep track now! Don't let it build up until your children are grown. That's one of the good things about technology today. You can add to your blog anytime and it's there for all to see.
So, here I go... It's mostly for me.
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