tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-76388298128300498382024-03-19T13:11:56.452-06:005 Girls LaterKathleen/Katie Johnsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09539374840996316846noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7638829812830049838.post-74252264338652667082013-03-19T17:56:00.003-06:002013-03-19T17:56:55.227-06:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I wonder who taught him that? When his mother was younger and use to do that she said it meant I Love You!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I Love You too, Henry!</span></div>
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<br />Kathleen/Katie Johnsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09539374840996316846noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7638829812830049838.post-82895940475231588952013-03-19T17:52:00.002-06:002013-03-19T17:52:43.225-06:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I am so in love with my little Henry. We talk all the time. I even babysit him. Well, I call Jes on the phone and ask her to put the iPad in his crib so I can FaceTime with him. We have so much fun together! I make all kinds of crazy faces and sounds just to get him to laugh. I love the new technology we have now. The only problem is that Henry is going to grow up thinking I live inside the iPad. He will really be in for a shock when one day he realizes I am more than just a silly face on a screen. Love you Henry!</span></div>
Kathleen/Katie Johnsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09539374840996316846noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7638829812830049838.post-83015863244150547422012-10-25T20:45:00.000-06:002013-03-19T17:45:27.793-06:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;">I finally know what it is like to be a Grandma! Henry David Farrow is the cutest grandchild ever! Well, so far. I was lucky enough to be there while Jessica was in labor and for the delivery. It was an amazing experience. I have to say that it is hard to watch your daughter go through this experience. I had a knot in my stomach the whole time knowing what lied ahead for her. But I came away from this whole experience with so much love and respect for her and her ability to stay focused and committed to delivering that cute little boy naturally. That was what she wanted to do and she did it. I could never do it! I also gained so much love and respect for John. What a great husband he is. So thoughtful, loving and kind. He gave Jessica the support she needed to make this incredible sacrifice of herself in order to give birth to cute little Henry. They are going to make the most wonderful parents! I loved my time there being with Jessica and John, sewing for the nursery, but most of all snuggling with my very first grandchild. Hopefully there will be lots and lots more of the precious babies in our family. Thank you Jessica and Johns for letting me be a part of this very special day!</span></div>
Kathleen/Katie Johnsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09539374840996316846noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7638829812830049838.post-76081488965497147072012-10-07T22:24:00.000-06:002012-12-21T09:12:05.117-07:00My Little Girl is having a Baby!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="background-color: #a2c4c9; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">It is hard to believe that MY daughter is having a baby. Not only a baby but my first grandchild. In the past I knew this day would come too fast . . . and yet in the past couple of years it could not have come soon enough. Thanks to all of my friends who have bragged about how it is the most wonderful thing in the whole world. So while I waited patiently I just stalked other peoples little kids and begged their parents to let me watch them. I would even put pictures up on my fridge of them and when people would ask about my cute little friends I would tell them they were "My Fake Grandkids." But not any more. My very first real one is coming in a week or so! I look forward to that moment when I see my daughter hold that brand new baby in her arms for the first time and see those tears of the most amazing joy and love one could ever feel for another human being. A feeling one could never find words to explain except that you fall in love like you have never done before.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #a2c4c9; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I remember feeling that way towards Jessica and never wanting it to end. I could not love on her enough. My days were spent holding her constantly. I never wanted to put her down. I knew once I did, the day would come when I would have to let her go. I was never one of those Moms who was excited for their kids to go back to school. I wanted mine to stay home and play with me. Over the years I offered to build on to our house so that each of the girls would never have to leave. They could stay there with me forever along with their families. But they never liked that idea quite as much as I did. My last ditch effort was to have their boyfriends sign a contract stating that if they were to get married he would not be able to take her out of state. Blah! I failed that one too.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Art project in Design from Spring 2012 Semester. Took this picture of me and . . .</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">This is my Goal! No matter what is going on in my life - I will be Happy!</span>Kathleen/Katie Johnsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09539374840996316846noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7638829812830049838.post-67262693853684140442012-05-28T00:49:00.002-06:002012-07-01T19:05:41.601-06:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I have started a new chapter in my life. At the young age of 53, I decided to go back to school and study graphic design/multimedia. I was at first excited and scared at the same time. Mostly scared that my brain would not function the way I needed it to and at first I was a little freaked out trying to remember what classes I had, at what time, and on what day. I loved all my classes and felt like a sponge that just sucked it all up. I could hardly wait the for next class to learn more. I had no idea how competitive I was with myself in trying to get good grades. I would stay up every night almost, until 2am working on homework. It paid off in the end as I got 3 A's and 1 B+. Not too shabby after 35 years.</span><br />
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It feels like it is the longest night of the whole year just waiting for the ball to drop. The funny thing is that I stay up way past midnight almost every night. It is only on New Years Eve that I struggle. When our kids were little we use to fake them out and set the clocks forward a couple of hours so we could go to bed earlier. It didn't matter to them that they were the only ones outside with their pots, pans and wooden spoons making lots of noise in celebration of the New Year. They believed our neighbors were all crazy partiers who couldn't tell time when they started making noise two hours later.<br />I guess I am just getting too old to party on New Years! Good Night!Kathleen/Katie Johnsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09539374840996316846noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7638829812830049838.post-39014387348665605232008-12-14T19:06:00.003-07:002008-12-14T19:48:27.035-07:00I Have The Sweetest Girls in the Whole World!<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I have the most wonderful girls! They are so sweet and thoughtful. </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Yesterday they successfully pulled off a surprise I will never forget. My 50th Birthday was on Monday and my only request was to stay home and watch a movie with a warm fire burning in the fireplace. It was a perfect night. Lacey is planning to have a formal Christmas Dinner Party on Tuesday and announced to everyone that she had a very busy week and the house needed to be cleaned on Saturday. I had not been feeling well so I slept most of the day waking up occasionally to some yelling from the cleaning Patrol. We had plans to go out to dinner at the Pagoda with Todd's Mom and Dad for my Birthday. All Day I kept asking if we could change the date and go another time, but the family insisted that I would feel better after I ate some Pagoda. We picked up Maga & Papa and went to dinner. It was great as usual. We took them home and as we walked in our back door I was so ready to go back to bed, when I heard "Surprise"! I looked in the family room and saw many of my sweet family & friends gathered. I was in a state of shock and then I felt so humbled that these wonderful people took the time to come see me on a cold snowy December night. Wow! I hope they know how much they touched my heart with their love. All night long came visits from those I love dearly. </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">What a special night. The girls had everyone write on a card about a special memory they had of me. Their thoughts and this night will be treasured forever. I Love My Girls!</span>Kathleen/Katie Johnsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09539374840996316846noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7638829812830049838.post-64947831525531237702008-12-14T16:54:00.004-07:002008-12-14T20:42:43.362-07:00I Love Christmas!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgubarTDni-vm7l0PMpcYxRigqdy0C86AyAagglchruJnFRD2isUbEV8Ba2OwzK6QUV2GAxFlKOkjt76_iFeY2DKkvUSzHLcsjMMqUlP8PRow5Bw658RUg5_10vEla3-vHJN2VqJ4zMS8o/s1600-h/nativity.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279857164066608930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 221px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 247px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgubarTDni-vm7l0PMpcYxRigqdy0C86AyAagglchruJnFRD2isUbEV8Ba2OwzK6QUV2GAxFlKOkjt76_iFeY2DKkvUSzHLcsjMMqUlP8PRow5Bw658RUg5_10vEla3-vHJN2VqJ4zMS8o/s400/nativity.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBvoe2Uep4baDxpUXN5yTWrw46czWiAgCSiZ-KHu8mqKBQ1r7PA1gQDkfTe-5BPJS3g7DQ4oQ-d5gdoav56aOYvGWMClrUQJiGc3pIdtSvW5ykBjLizyvPoZA3d2HulLjtJ5h_m_HXGK8/s1600-h/Gold+Star.jpg"></a><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I am a Christmas Junkie! I Love Christmas! I have always said that Christmas should be two months long. Halloween should be in September so Tick-or-Treating can be done when the fall nights are still warm and coats are not covering up those cute costumes. Thanksgiving should be in October, when the harvest has ended. That is what the celebration is about. And Christmas should be celebrated November and December. It is hard to get excited about Thanksgiving when all the stores have already got you hooked on Christmas. I am always ready to put my tree up before the Turkey Dinner is served but my family keeps telling me I can't. So you know what I do the day after Thanksgiving? Put up the Tree and all the other Christmas Decorations. I decorate almost every room in the house, put garland up the stairs, and lights in every window. I love lots of white lights. When I was little there was a house close to our neighborhood that had millions of little white lights everywhere. Even the trees and bushes outside were covered. I remember dreaming that someday I would have a house like that. I still have not seen that dream come totally true but every year I keep getting a little closer. I need to get a cherry picker to get to the top of my trees. I still believe it will happen! </span></p><br /><br /><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Despite that fact that I love to decorate for Christmas. What I love the most about this time of year is The Spirit of Giving that seems to be contagious this time of year. We all seem to take a closer look at those around us and realize there are many who need our love and support and we then we do something about it. I have always thought it would be such a different world to live in if we could feel that way all year long. I believe our hearts desire to give this time of year because of our focus on Christ. We celebrate His life and remember the great sacrifice He made. It is a time we feel loved and blessed. And because we have been given much we want others to feel those same feelings. Everyone deserves to feel loved and blessed! </p></span></div>Kathleen/Katie Johnsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09539374840996316846noreply@blogger.com0