I won!

I forgot to tell all of my bloggy friends that I am a winner of a "major award".

As of next February, I will be the proud owner of a new pair of boobs. Yes, you heard me...BOOBS! I won a pair of boobs in a radio auction. Okay, it's a breat augmentation for those of you who can't handle the word boob. I have wanted my ladies to be pointing upward for some time now (since I gave birth to my first child at 16...who I placed for adoption and then my little girl who I breast fed for a whole year!

I deserve this. So don't rain on my parade. If you don't have something nice to say about my boobs. Don't say nothin' at all :) But if you have words of wisdom about breast augmentation...please share!

By the way, I did get that tattoo on my stomach. I have yet to take a picture, but I will work on getting one posted soon. It turned out beautiful.

Bad Utahn!

While I was trolling the Utah blogs today...I started to feel a little guilty. I ran into women who were making gingerbread houses, taking trips to temple square to see the lights, blogging about how to wrap a Christmas present...and it goes on and on and ON.

All of the above things are the type of activities my Grandma would love me to do...but it's not me. I have tried to be a good Mormon girl, but I'm not. Morally...I'm about a 6 1/2 and Stepford wife stuff isn't for me. I prefer to see the ligts from the road, my Christmas presents look like hell. Why take the time to make them pretty when the cat is just going to scratch it right?

I don't know how these women live week to week. I admire them and I think it's great...but it's way too much energy just to get my 3 year old to ballet class once a week and get dinner on the table for the family when I can, and of course...run the business.

Maybe there's something to the Dr. Laura theory of stay at home Mom's. But then there's the world that I live in...and you know what? I like my world without gingerbread houses, temple square, and fancy wrapping paper.

Thanks for reading!

She's home!

Four days ago, I went with my family to attend Jenny's graduation from the Ark. It was the coolest, most emotional thing I have ever experienced. Her counselors talked about the day she arrived. She was high, skinny, smelled of smoke, and all the color was washed from her face.

On graduation day, she was eight months prego, pink full cheeks, and her eyes were twinkling. She is back! While in rehab, she learned how to crochet. Almost everyone in the room was proudly wearing a scarf that she had made them. She had taught all of the women in rehab how to crochet...it was the men's job to roll the womens yarn into balls...I guess it makes crochet easier.

Anyway, I hired her to work my reception desk for the holiday season. On her first day, she was 1/2 hour late. I have to give her slack...it was her first day in the real world. After work, she went to Michaels to buy some more yarn for the scarfs she is making the whole family for Christmas. She was to report home by 5:00pm. At 6:30, nobody had heard from her. We all panicked and expected the worst...a relapse.

But shortly after 6:30 she arrived at home sobbing. She had locked the keys in the car at Michael's. She only knew two phone numbers (it has been 115 days since she has used a phone). Nobody answered at those two nubmers (her mom and sister Jodi). She had a brief panick attack and then she pulled it together and asked someone for help. This kind man brought her home to get the spare key and then took her back to unlock the car.

I'm sure Jenny will have many days like her first day of sobriety...and I hope she handles them just as well. It would have been so much easier to call a drug friend, but instead she took the long way.

I did a photoshoot with Jenny yesterday to celebrate her pregnancy. I'll try to get them edited and posted soon so you can see how beautiful she is!

Over 100 days clean

Jenny has been in treatment well over 100 days at the Ark of Little Cottonwood, and she is coming home! Her graduation ceremony is this Tuesday. I can't believe the things that have gone on this past year. The TV show, the intervention, the 1st rehab, the runaway, the pregnancy, the second rehab... And now, her drug use is finally over (cross our fingers). Now her new life is ready to begin and I have faith in her. It's a newer, healthier, happier chapter in her book.

If you personally know Jenny, please reach out to her once she is home. Keep her busy. Take her to a movie, visit with her, bring dinner...whatever you can do.

The baby will be here in 50 days!