The Secret Life

By far the best line on “The Secret Life of the American Teenager” on Monday night’s episode came from Amy’s (the main character) dad. Amy’s parent’s are getting a divorce and so Amy’s Mom is out interviewing for jobs. Oh, and Amy is 15 years old and pregnant. Her Dad came into the kitchen, saw her Mom in a suit and said:

Just because you have a pregnant teenage daughter doesn’t mean you can be Governor.
Ba ha ha. I laughed forever. It’s a first for that show. I mostly watch it hoping that Amy places her baby for adoption. If she doesn’t, I’m never watching that show again. This is just my little thought to add joy and merriment to your lives. Good night.

Ode to the Man I love

In honor of Valentine’s Day…I dedicate this Ode to Casey, the studmuffin hotcakes of my dreams.
Ode to Casey

You are so tall
That I’m able to wear
All my high-healed shoes
With lots of flair.

Your kisses are sweet
And hugs are so good
That I know I will always
Want you in my ‘hood.

You are such a geek
That I’m not able to resist
All your geek boy charms
In fact, I tend to insist.

You make me happier
Than I ever thought I could be
And I’m ecstatic to exclaim
“Yay! He picked me!”

I love you, my dearest
With all my heart
And that will never change,
No matter how often you fart.

Being Mormon

Occasionally I have defend myself for being Mormon, or a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. While I have a deep faith in the truthfulness of what I believe, I ask those people who criticize, “so what?” Why do you care so much what I do and do not believe in? My sister sent me a funny quote, from an episode of “South Park,” no less, that pretty much sums up how I feel.

A new Mormon family moves to South Park and Stan wants to beat up the son, Gary, for being so perfect and polite. Gary tries to befriend Stan, and Stan acts like a jerk and criticizes Gary’s faith. This is was what Gary says:

Look, maybe us Mormons do believe in crazy stories that make absolutely no sense, and maybe Joseph Smith did make it all up, but I have a great life, and a great family, and I have the Book of Mormon to thank for that. The truth is, I don’t care if Joseph Smith made it all up, because what the church teaches now is loving your family, being nice and helping people. And even though people in this town might think that’s stupid, I still choose to believe in it. All I ever did was try to be your friend, Stan, but you’re so high and mighty you couldn’t look past my religion and just be my friend back. You’ve got a lot of growing up to do, buddy.
He also tells him to go do something that is basically a kiss off, but I won’t quote that on my blog.


Procrastination, in general, is not a good thing. Or so I’m told. For me, putting things off until the last minute usually works to my advantage. I study better and write better when I’m under pressure. I like to say that I’m slow to start and quick to finish. This is evidenced by the fact it took me 11 years to graduate from college. Sure I dropped out twice when I had children, changed my major 3 times, and only went part-time some of the time. At least I did it. And now I have a great job that wouldn’t have been available to me back when I should have graduated because back then they only hired Masters level Social workers. So there! Ha!

The only time in college that I remember not procrastinating on something was turning in my Senior Thesis paper a full week before it was due. Frankly I just wanted to get it out of my life so I could concentrate on other things. Like those two people who follow me around and call me “Mommy.” Turning it in early did have an advantage to me of the vindictive variety. There was a guy in my graduating class that was always turning things in late, asking for extensions on deadlines, and basically wouldn’t have graduated from college unless me and another friend weren’t there to help him. The day our Senior thesis papers were due, he asked my professor for an extension. This was the final straw. My professor lost it on him. He said something to the affect of, “Marisa turned hers in a week ago and she has a husband, two children, and works just as many hours as you at her practicum. All you got is excuses and a dysfunctional relationship with your girlfriend.” This was a year and a half ago and I still laugh about it. I know it’s mean, but this kid really did use me in order to graduate and then his psycho non-girlfriend (it’s a long story) got in the way of him really working hard on a lot of our projects.
So procrastination can be a good thing, but it can also be a very, very bad thing. My friend and co-worker has been reminding one of her clients for weeks to turn in their background checks. Well they dragged their feet. Unfortunately their baby was born before their background clearances came in and now the poor birthmother has to look after this baby while they wait to be cleared. It’s ridiculous! This puts the adoption in jeopardy because they procrastinated and didn’t do what they were told. I feel sorry for them, but they have no one to blame but themselves.
And look at me, procrastinating doing any housework because I’m typing on my blog. In this instance I think it’s a good thing. I hate housework. I think I need to hire a wife.

These girls

Echo (and her baby India), Brandee, Rachelle, Lauralee, Celeste, Colette, and Me

You see those girls in the picture above? Those girls (plus many more not pictured) have been in my life for the past 12 1/2 years. We were sorority sisters at Weber State together. Yes, OT sorority was/is the best! People would make fun of us in the Greek System and say that we were just buying our friends. I guess because we had to pay dues. I never minded paying dues because the dues paid for our activities together.
These girls. They have been there for me every step of the way since I was 18 years old. The three years I spent as an active in my sorority were some of the most fun I’ve ever known. We were and are true friends. We had a saying in OT – “sisters by chance, friends by choice.” I can’t even tell you how many hours we spent laughing and crying together. Those three years we spent together every day were amazing. Our lives revolved around the sorority, college guys, and school (in that order). These girls are part of what made me who I am today. They taught me to have self-esteem, to stand up for myself, they brought me out of my shell and turned me into an out-going person. They taught me not to judge others for our differences and to instead embrace and celebrate those differences. I love them all. They are my soul sisters.
And they have been there every step of the way for me. Through one of the darkest times of my life, when I met and married my husband (the only boyfriend of mine they ever liked), when I had each one of my children, and most importantly they all showed up for me when my Mom died. Every single one of them that still lives in Utah came to her viewing. I don’t think they’ll ever know how much that means to me. One of them, Shupee (we call her), flew all the way from her home in Atlanta, GA just to spend 20 minutes at my Mom’s viewing, and then flew back the next day. She writes me an email every Sunday and supported me through my Mom’s entire sickness and death. I love her.
I wrote this post as a tribute to these amazing women in my life. My sisters. Though passing times may take us each away, our sisterhood will never die, crossed arrows tell the reason why, for what we’ve got, won’t turn to yesterdays.

Justice for Riley Ann

(CNN) — A Texas woman accused of killing her toddler daughter and dumping the body in Galveston Bay has been found guilty of murder by a jury in Galveston, Texas.
Kimberly Dawn Trenor received a life sentence without possibility of parole in the murder of her daughter.

Kimberly Dawn Trenor received a life sentence without possibility of parole in the murder of her daughter.
Kimberly Dawn Trenor, 20, showed no emotion as the verdict was read late Monday. Trenor had pleaded guilty to tampering with evidence in the case, but pleaded not guilty to the capital murder charge.
She received a life sentence without the possibility of parole.
The body of Trenor’s daughter, Riley Ann Sawyers, was found in October 2007 in a large blue plastic container on an uninhabited island in Galveston Bay.
Two-year-old Riley Ann’s case drew national attention after a fisherman found her body. Authorities didn’t know her identity, and police dubbed her “Baby Grace.”
After authorities distributed composite sketches of the girl nationwide, Sheryl Sawyers, the girl’s paternal grandmother, contacted police from her Ohio home to say the drawing resembled her granddaughter. DNA testing confirmed the child’s identity.

According to an affidavit, Trenor told police Riley had been beaten and thrown across a room and that her head was held under water before she died on July 24, 2007.
Another piece of evidence shown to the jury during the trial was a page of Trenor’s journal where she talked of beating the child, according to CNN affiliate KTRK.
“I just kept hitting her with the belt again and again. I don’t know how long, but I remember her trying to get away and me knocking her back down,” the journal said.
Trenor’s husband, Royce Clyde Zeigler II, 25, also faces capital murder and evidence tampering charges, but is being tried separately.
A court date has not been set in that case.

This is a follow up to a story I posted on January 26, 2009. I am still sickened and saddened by this case. My only comfort is knowing that Riley Ann is in Heaven and at peace instead of continuing to be abused by her mother and step-father. It still makes me angry that people (and I use that word loosely) like Trenor and Zeigler can have children at will, while there are incredible people in the world who would be loving, kind, amazing parents, who can’t.