Tuesday, November 18, 2008
F.Y.I.
O.k. so i guess my mom has been getting the credit for this blog. And apparently she says i say ditsy things on here so just to clarify to anyone who reads this blog.......it's Hannah posting. i may be the forgotten child but most of you know me. :) Mom does not want any part of this blog haha. so just for the clarification.
Hannah's brainfart at Walmart!
So this story is a little confusing. You have to really focus to stay caught up. So i (hannah) was shopping with Danielle in mesquite the other day at walmart. i was pushing macy in one cart and danielle was pushing the grocery cart. I needed hair dye so i got some and threw it in MY cart. The whole time we were at walmart people kept on telling me that i had the CUTEST baby ever. i was getting really tired of explaining she was my niece. so i told danielle i was going to start claiming macy as mine. About a half hour later ( it was the longest shopping trip of my life) i had ran back a couple isles to get something. An older lady stopped me and was oohing and awing over macy. Then all of the sudden she said "what hair color you going with?" i forgot i had hair dye in my cart and i looked at macy and said "brown? " she replied "it looks a little red to me" i looked at macy again and said.."well her dad has brown hair to so i'm thinking it will be brown" the lady just looked at me for a second and said "well are you going darker?" i was really confused by her wording and replied "i dont know" after about two minutes of sitting there in dead silence "OH!!! no! i was talking about your hair" she said pointing to the hair dye. I sat there for a minute recalling our conversation and then i believe my faced turned bright red. without saying anything the lady started walking away and without turning around she said "have a good day." Now my journalism teacher always says "parents should have to take and IQ test before they have children" and i do believe that's just about what that old lady was thinking that night.
Crazy lady in Utah!
So our rental house in Layton had some bad luck with tenants and we had to kick them out. When we went in to do the cleanup work the place was thrashed. The rules on our rental houses are you arent supposed to have animals and you arent supposed to smoke. Well these people broke both the rules. They had a non litter box trained cat and they were smoking a whole truckload of stuff other than cigarettes. It was NASTY beyond belief. So for the past month every weekend we have been up there cleaning and painting, ect. So this past weekend we started to show it to some potential renters. We didnt realize the crazy one's lived in Layton. We had some of the weirdest people come see the house. One of the weirdest was a crazy, rather large lady with a new york terrier came to see the house. Mom and Dad were thinking she was a nice lady and a potential renter until the question came up rather large lady: "do you allow dogs" mom and dad: "no" rather large lady : "THIS IS A 3000 DOLLAR DOG! HE IS WELL BRED!!!!!!" mom and dad: "ok crazy! thanks for stopping by"
Thursday, November 13, 2008
The truth about the broken leg!!!
As some of you may know Hannah broke her leg when she was a little over a year old. Everyone thought the sweet angel had fallen down the stairs. Typical story right? WRONG! Today the truth about the leg was revealed by Danielle. I would tell the story but she blogged it so much better. So for those of you who havent read it, here is Danielle's life long secret.
Okay, I am so nervous to actually be putting this is writing let alone posting it on my blog for everyone to read, but it's time. I have thought long and hard about how I was going to confess this secret that I have kept for 14 years, and I finally decided to blog about it. But to actually build the courage to do so has taken me several weeks. So here it is...When I was nine years old I was babysitting my little sister, Hannah, who was not quite two years old at the time. We were having fun playing hide and seek with each other. This particular round she was hiding and I was the seeker. I knew that she had gone into my room and hid under my bed, so I went into the room calling her name pretending I didn't know where she was at. I jumped onto the bed, not realizing that she was laying on her back with her legs stretched up pressing her feet to the bottom of the bed. As soon as I jumped on there she let out this most terrible scream and I knew she was hurt. I called my parents and told them that Hannah got hurt and they said they would come home. However, then the thought entered my mind that I might get in really big trouble for not being more cautious and for hurting my sister. So I picked Hannah up and placed her in the middle of our spiral staircase and talked to her... "Hannah, remember how you just fell down the stairs and hurt your leg?" "Hannah, I'm really sorry that you hurt your leg on the stairs" "Hannah, when mom and dad ask what happened to you, tell them you fell down the stairs" "Hannah, tell me how you hurt your leg" she responded... "stairs" "Good girl, make sure that's what you tell mom and dad because you didn't hurt your leg when we were playing in the bedroom you hurt it when you fell down the stairs." I spent the next half hour until my parents got home convincing her that she fell down the stairs... I totally brainwashed the poor child. My parents finally got home and asked what happened and I told them I didn't know I just found her in the middle of the stairs crying and I was guessing she fell down them. She played right into my story. Thankfully because she was so young and crying so hard she didn't say much. They looked at her leg and from the amount of pain she was in, wondered if her leg was broken. They decided they better take her to the Dr. The whole time they were gone I was terrified the the Dr. would tell them that this kind of break could not happen on the stairs, but could only happen if someone jumped on the bed she was under. But my parents told the Dr. she fell down the stairs and he bought the story too (to my relief). Turns out she did have a broken leg and home came this sweet tiny little girl with a pink cast from the bottom of her foot all the way up her entire leg. That girl had more signatures on that tiny pink cast than I have ever seen on a cast before. Every time I would her her hobbling around on her cast I feel this terrible pang of guilt come over me and I was so tempted to tell the truth, but every time I came close I chickened out... I knew I would be in the worst trouble of my life. So my secret remained for 14 years. The only person I had ever told was my husband whom I swore to secrecy.But before I decided to post this publicly, there was one more person I had to tell face to face... Hannah. I told Hannah this story a couple days ago and she didn't believe me. She thought I was pulling her leg (no pun intended). The funny part was that about a year ago she had a dream that I pushed her down the stairs when she was a child, so I think subconsciously she really knew that I was involved in her breaking her leg. I was so nervous to tell her what really happened, but she thought it was hilarious and she forgave me. I told her she had to keep it a secret until I blogged it and she has been begging me ever since to blog so that she can finally tell someone. So here it is Hannah...I would also like to apologize publicly first to Hannah for hurting her and brainwashing her as well. Second, to my parents who I lied to about such a serious thing... please don't ground me. And third, to all who heard the story about Hannah falling down the stairs because my parents have told so many people that story. I ask forgiveness of all of you.Wow, I feel better already finally getting this off my chest...such a relief. Now if I can just bring myself to push the "PUBLISH POST" button. Okay, here goes...
That is a confession in itself. Now one thing Danielle missed, is when mom and dad took Hannah to the hospital, everyone at the hospital thought there was some serious child abuse taking place in our home. They couldnt believe i broke my leg by falling down the stairs. And they were right, it was child abuse, from my own LOVING sister! But i love Danielle. When we were deciding the punishment, we told Danielle, she just couldnt be mad at us the first time we ACCIDENTLY drop Macy!
Okay, I am so nervous to actually be putting this is writing let alone posting it on my blog for everyone to read, but it's time. I have thought long and hard about how I was going to confess this secret that I have kept for 14 years, and I finally decided to blog about it. But to actually build the courage to do so has taken me several weeks. So here it is...When I was nine years old I was babysitting my little sister, Hannah, who was not quite two years old at the time. We were having fun playing hide and seek with each other. This particular round she was hiding and I was the seeker. I knew that she had gone into my room and hid under my bed, so I went into the room calling her name pretending I didn't know where she was at. I jumped onto the bed, not realizing that she was laying on her back with her legs stretched up pressing her feet to the bottom of the bed. As soon as I jumped on there she let out this most terrible scream and I knew she was hurt. I called my parents and told them that Hannah got hurt and they said they would come home. However, then the thought entered my mind that I might get in really big trouble for not being more cautious and for hurting my sister. So I picked Hannah up and placed her in the middle of our spiral staircase and talked to her... "Hannah, remember how you just fell down the stairs and hurt your leg?" "Hannah, I'm really sorry that you hurt your leg on the stairs" "Hannah, when mom and dad ask what happened to you, tell them you fell down the stairs" "Hannah, tell me how you hurt your leg" she responded... "stairs" "Good girl, make sure that's what you tell mom and dad because you didn't hurt your leg when we were playing in the bedroom you hurt it when you fell down the stairs." I spent the next half hour until my parents got home convincing her that she fell down the stairs... I totally brainwashed the poor child. My parents finally got home and asked what happened and I told them I didn't know I just found her in the middle of the stairs crying and I was guessing she fell down them. She played right into my story. Thankfully because she was so young and crying so hard she didn't say much. They looked at her leg and from the amount of pain she was in, wondered if her leg was broken. They decided they better take her to the Dr. The whole time they were gone I was terrified the the Dr. would tell them that this kind of break could not happen on the stairs, but could only happen if someone jumped on the bed she was under. But my parents told the Dr. she fell down the stairs and he bought the story too (to my relief). Turns out she did have a broken leg and home came this sweet tiny little girl with a pink cast from the bottom of her foot all the way up her entire leg. That girl had more signatures on that tiny pink cast than I have ever seen on a cast before. Every time I would her her hobbling around on her cast I feel this terrible pang of guilt come over me and I was so tempted to tell the truth, but every time I came close I chickened out... I knew I would be in the worst trouble of my life. So my secret remained for 14 years. The only person I had ever told was my husband whom I swore to secrecy.But before I decided to post this publicly, there was one more person I had to tell face to face... Hannah. I told Hannah this story a couple days ago and she didn't believe me. She thought I was pulling her leg (no pun intended). The funny part was that about a year ago she had a dream that I pushed her down the stairs when she was a child, so I think subconsciously she really knew that I was involved in her breaking her leg. I was so nervous to tell her what really happened, but she thought it was hilarious and she forgave me. I told her she had to keep it a secret until I blogged it and she has been begging me ever since to blog so that she can finally tell someone. So here it is Hannah...I would also like to apologize publicly first to Hannah for hurting her and brainwashing her as well. Second, to my parents who I lied to about such a serious thing... please don't ground me. And third, to all who heard the story about Hannah falling down the stairs because my parents have told so many people that story. I ask forgiveness of all of you.Wow, I feel better already finally getting this off my chest...such a relief. Now if I can just bring myself to push the "PUBLISH POST" button. Okay, here goes...
That is a confession in itself. Now one thing Danielle missed, is when mom and dad took Hannah to the hospital, everyone at the hospital thought there was some serious child abuse taking place in our home. They couldnt believe i broke my leg by falling down the stairs. And they were right, it was child abuse, from my own LOVING sister! But i love Danielle. When we were deciding the punishment, we told Danielle, she just couldnt be mad at us the first time we ACCIDENTLY drop Macy!
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