It's right around the corner

Jakob's field day
muffins with mom
Alex's final curtain call

he has decided NOT to play in the band during high school.

I'm hoping that after a year off he will go back to it, only time will tell.

class room fun!

A snow cone break for Hannah's class during field day

my baby

me and my girl on Market Day

she decorated each cookie all by hand by herself

Alex's community during field day

this was as close as I could get without him noticing me taking a picture on my phone.

He did spot me trying to find him when I walked in the gym and he stood up and waved at me. My heart melted when I saw the smile he gave me. That was my stay at home mom raise for the year. A 14 year old actually happy to see his mom :)

What would the last weeks of school be without field days, band concerts, market day, muffins for mom, sundae parties for no good reason, multiply trips to the grocery for last minute donations and lots and lots of checks being written for gifts, parties and whatever else they need from me. Gotta love it! We just finished up with the last field day events today, next week will be the parties. T minus 5 days and counting friends.......

20 + 14 = 33 I mean 34

At the beginning of one of my classes this semester we had to right a little something about our selves answering specific questions and put them all together to make a biography flow. The professor picked two to read at the end of the semester and we had to pick who they belonged to. My paper was one that got picked. Of course they all knew whose this belonged to. I think my thighs gave it away :)



I have a soft spot for potato chips, any kind, doesn't really matter, as long as they are salty and crunchy. I'm also weak when it comes to frozen candy bars snickers, twix, reeses; there might also be a part of me that craves right out the oven bread or not right out the oven bread for that matter, as long as it's....bread.

I forget how old I am on a regular basis. Is it 33 or 34? I do the whole Alex is 14 and I was 20 when he was born, then I kick off my flip flops to count and forget what I was going to count! Today I am still 34, but for some reason my brain will say 36. I don't mind getting older, I just wish I could remember how old I really am, still 34 old lady. I do know how old my kids are, my dogs are, my house is and which day of the week is garbage day. That's gotta count for something.....RIGHT?

I try and be as true to myself and my upbringing as possible. Standing strong for my beliefs, while also being the best role model for kids that I can. I try to find the good in each person I spend time with. I don't like to surround myself with negative things, people, colors, anything. If you spend to much time around negative energy you become negative energy and for some reason my hair never looks right when I let my brain go to the dark side. So cute hair is staying and so is good positive fun.

I can't start my day without the kitchen sink empty, my bed made and the washing machine running; there maybe a little OCD going on in me but, what'cha gonna do.

I hate the top parts of my legs (thighs) but not enough to stop indulging in the treats in the first paragraph.

The most important lesson I've learned in life is: just when you think you've got it all figured out and your check list is done, God turns the page on you and you have to start all over again.
When that happens I think to myself, I'm too old for this shit!
How old am I again?

the pink kind please!

My second semester of college is a wrap. 3 A's, compass math test passed, and I'm off! The last month of school got a little crazy. Finishing projects,dreaded group projects, studying for finals, preparing for my Disney duties and keeping life at Casa Johnson's running smoothly took a lot of patience and a few Peroni's, but we made it through. The kids are in the home stretch of their school year and life is about to get all "old time lemonade" around here. Lazy days, mixed in with a little swim and track practice, Chick fil a lunches and afternoon peanut snacking at Ms. Lena's pool. During the summer our family gets to strip it all down to the simplest of things. 

I always give myself projects to do, sometimes they get done, but most of the time not. Keeping 3 kids (and their friends) happy, fed, alive and not have their brains rot from video games and T.V. should be a big enough project. I do enjoy a good challenge every now and again.

I have two books that I need to read for next year's classes and 27 tubes of bubbles that I plan on blowing with my daughter. The boys will each remind me (daily) of how much the other one gets on their nerves, and I will ignore them just like any good mother of 3 does.

The kids and I will do a Louisiana trip and then we will all do a beach trip with my family, after that it will be alarm clocks, back packs and a high school er (deep breath in). In 4 more summers I will be packing up my first born to start his college career. Maybe that's why this summer I don't want to rush anything, don't want a project, I just want to enjoy the long lazy days with my kids. We get to re energizes, drive each other crazy and then start over again. That sounds like the best summer job to me :)

Happy Summer!!

hair today, gone tomorrow

Not only has he grown as tall as me, losing his hair shows how much of a young man he really is!

The Johnson's got talent

When Brian is out of town for more than 2 days the kids and I have a deal, we try a new restaurant NO MATTER how crazy the evening is. I must of been in a Claritin induced coma when I agreed to this, but never the less, I agreed so a eating we will go. We had dinner a few weeks ago at Carrabba's, besides for the fact that it was SUPER yummy, it ended up being a beautiful evening to eat outside and a laugh fest for the kids and I. After dinner the kids had a dance off in the parking lot and I was glad I pottied before we walked to the car because I laughed so hard I couldn't breathe. It was one of those evening's that I wish I could bottle up and carry with me, just another day in paradise :)

 

M I C K E Y M O U S E

me and my boy ( that fake smile didn't last very long)
Alex made a new friend

our group

there's a real smile

there's always a Coke moment!

Alex and his bud Andrew (the 2 goof balls)

right before their band performance

Gina and I (the two best looking chaperone's in Disney :)

I love this spot in Epcot

Gina and I and our boys

Gina and I with our girls



Mickey Mouse of course!

our band and chorus teachers excepting an award

Alex has been a busy young man in the past few weeks. Besides for all the regular everyday stuff ( school, track practice, band practice, growing 4 inches in 6 weeks). He has also been a traveling man and Brian and I were crazy enough lucky enough to get picked to chaperon. Alex and I spent 4 days at Disney World for his band's competition. I had another chaperon that I roomed with and between us we had 15 kids. It was a little tricky keeping everyone in one group and also keeping the peace between the different groups, but it all worked out and I got to meet and befriend some great kids. Oh yeah and I also got some one on one time with my boy.

and then there were 5

~This post has been sitting in my drafts for over a month. It has been sitting there just as patient and quietly as would the little lady that I wrote it about. Not complaining, no hands raised going OH OH ME ME YOU FORGOT ABOUT MEEEEEEEE!!!! Yet just another reason I adore her the way I do~

Once upon a time (April 5th 2002 to be exact) Brian and I added another precious moment into our lives, a baby girl. Eight years later I still look at my angel faced girl, and wonder how on earth did I get so lucky. Hannah Marie looks like a carbon copy of her father; from her blond curls, blue marbled eyes, and perfectly kissable lips. Her heart is made of gold, finding the right in everyone. I don't think she ever learned how to walk, she went straight from crawling to skipping. She dots everything she writes with a heart, and puts sparkly earrings on everyone she draws. Hannah dreams in colors, and hopes that one day she can have a rainbow house. She leaves her father and I little notes when we're not looking, that sometimes take our breath away. My baby shoots hoops with the boys one minute and is playing makeovers the next.
When we were told we were having a girl, I honestly didn't believe the doctor. "Look again", I told her, "there's a penis in there somewhere!" We put off painting her room until the very last minute, just in case, you know they found the missing penis in my last ultrasound. Then one Sunday morning I woke up and told Brian, "we're having a girl and she needs a pink room." We happily painted a beautiful pale pink color, it was a color that neither one of us ever thought we would paint. Since the moment I met my daughter she has been changing my life. I wanted to be a better woman for her, a better friend for her, a better teacher for her. In hopes that one day she will look back and say, I had one hell of a momma. Each day that passes brings more and more joy into our lives. Our babies are growing into remarkable human beings, and each one of them have personalities that will one day help change the world.
There is a line in a country song that pretty much sums up what this little creature means to my hubby and I......................... "she's her daddy's girl and her mommas world." More perfect words have never been spoken. I look forward to the future for so many reasons; one being to watch my girl continue on growing into the beautiful lady she is and another reason to tell her the story of how our family of 4 became a family of 5 and we ended it on a pink note :)

Happy Birthday Hannah Marie, you are my skipping little ray of sunshine, and I am truly blessed to be able to call myself your momma.