Cast away

Got a sweet little tender hearted child. Tonight Luke showed cast away, with Tom hanks to the kids. Not all of it, but 95% of it. It always brings a tear to my eyes and a lump to my throat when it shows his and Wilson's relationship...especially when chuck loses Wilson in the ocean. Also, of course when he finally finds his love at the end married and moved on, somewhat. The kids didnt watch that part. But we also didnt show then the ending, how chuck finds life again and delivers his angel winged package. All of that, oh and the tooth pulling, left my lil beans crying sad in her bed tonight and now on the couch in my bedroom. She said "that movie was so sad, I get emotional over the dumbest things". It broke my heart. I don't like to see my kids cry over something like that. It's to much for their little hearts to take.
I love that sweet girl. She's a lot like me....emotional, tender hearted, thin skinned.
Heart you shelbs!

texting can be a joke!

One fine day I sat along my mother learning about my forefathers. We sat and looked through photos and stories and put names with faces and names with families.
My mom talked about how her grandfather was killed when he was at the bottom of a well sending up his tools and one of them fell from the bucket and fell down the hole, striking him on the head.
She told me about how my namesake Grandpa Junius Nielson/Nelson/Neilson/Nielsen was a hobo and traveled around on a train for many years...starting at the age of 13.
She walked me down memory lane while telling me the story of how my  Grandma and Grandpa started the Dairy in Richfield.
She showed me the lineage of how I am a direct descendant of Pocahontas and Ethan Allen the revolutionary. 

While going through some of these photos and stories...I came across a photo of a little girl,  that I have been told many times looks like me as a child.
I can see it.

At that moment I saw it..I could also see my little niece...Kaia.

So I sent this message to my brother to let him in on the secret I just discovered.

When I sent it...I immediately got a response and it was: 

 So the texting continues...Me feeling all inspired because of these amazing photos I am coming across and getting less and less inspired as the messages come through my phone.
I then come across a photo that my mom says resembles Dusky(with out the beard)
So I send it to him...thinking it's totally a compliment.

And the message comes back right away with a response like this:

I couldn't help but laugh out loud and yet be totally offended. So I send back a photo of a young baby that has lost his teeth and is nuts looking in the nicest way to see if I can bring the messages back around. This is from me to Dusky.

My Brother has lost his mind...yet me and mom are cracking up!

And of course he ends the texting on a high note.
Oh Brother...only YOU!

Pistachio time

"Spit bath" was branded into my mind for a few days as I stayed with my parents in Utah.
"Spit bath" is my moms really disappointed, mad, sickened, disgusted word.
She's a potty mouth, what can I say.

She used it over and over as she saw her and my dads pistachio production this October.
I have never been able to participate in the great pistachio harvest that takes place every fall during general conference weekend. Always wanted to..but can never get there.

I have heard about all the fun that takes place.
The nut fights.
The slinging of the tarps.
The beating of trees with a 10 foot pole and all the pistachios that rain down onto the tarps.

The nuts that get a bath and a roll.
The sitting around water basins to pick the duds and the winners.
The salt water brine and then of course the drying process.


Oh, they have all reminded me of all the different sentences or phrases they all come up with that has "nut" in it.
And how all the children are running and playing and frolicking about having fun working.

It seems dreamy.

But not this year!
Although it was dreamy to me!

Spit bath!!

Wouldn't you know it! This year, out of the 40 trees and all the nuts...maybe 5 trees got good nuts...the others not so much.
Mom and dad worked hard with a few hours from me, bug and Robbie. We had the harvest completed in a matter or two days. Normally it takes a week and a few days.

Spit bath!!

When normally they fill up 15-18 tubs of nuts....this year 2!

Total spit bath!!

I was looking forward to this heavenly work with the family, but not this year.

To much water they say!
Not enough water some might argue.
Just the off season this year?

I must of brought my bad luck.

We will try again for next year and this year sit disgusted, sickened, disappointed and mad in our spit baths!

Til next oct!

General conference

I missed being with my sweet family for general conference!
However, I was with my parents and a few siblings in Utah after the marathon. It was peaceful and wonderful and I was exhausted. But enjoyed every minute.
I will say that it sort of brought back memories from when I was young...most everyone was sleeping in the second Sunday session.
Wonderful talks!
Wonderful spirit!
Wonderful week!

Mom language

I love it when I used the word "fart" tonight in front of my girls and lainie says to me.."mom, what? You don't use that kind of language".
Made me think about that for a minute. She's a doll.