Oh the joy that is Jeanne B.

Today's post is dedicated to the woman that has made the biggest difference in my life, no not Wonder Woman though she did have a smashing outfit....my mother, Jeanne B. I love my mother with all my heart. She has really been there for me throughout my life. I owe all my success to her and the support she has given me. I would not be were I am today without her behind me pushing me and cheering me on the entire way. So, to celebrate the joy that is Jeanne B, I am compiling a list of memories that I have of her. Feel free to leave comments about memories that you have of her and her brilliance!

Jeanne is never "Sans Apron". May I submit this photo as evidence #1. A 2 day road trip to Utah and she never took it off! True dedication to the cause.

Snuggles in bed while she would "pet" my face.

Sewing us clothes all the time: first day of school outfit, Easter dress, Christmas jammies...the list could go on.

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Rubbing medicine all ove my chest (I was like 5) when I climbed over the fence and scrapped myself all the way down on the barbs.

Friday night homemade pizza.

Saturday morning waffles.

The smell of homemade bread when we came home from school....scones!!!!!

Hearing mom play the piano while you were trying to sleep....I miss that. (not at the time though)

Seminary early mornings...ugh.

Being threatened to be removed from the ice cream list.

The horn honking...which everyone knew meant, get your keester out here and help haul in all these groceries.

Nursing me back to health when I had a concusion. Mind you I got the concusion because she sent me to my room and I did not want to go. So, I snuck out the front door on my way to the bedroom. Jumped on my bike and took off. However, I was a little out of control and crashed. My siblings found me and took me home. I did not even know my own name.

Special cards in the mail full of confetti that exploded every where when I opened them. Always arriving just after she had received a phone call from a sad red head.

"Shh....don't tell your father."

Mom was so mad at us little hellyons once that she slammed the ketchup bottle on the table exploding it all over Rachel. Instantly life was not so serious any more.

Tie-dying to the point where her fingers were permanently multi-colored.

Jeanne B always referred to everything as "fun". "Oh it is so much fun." And it was crazy random things that you normally would not associate with the word fun.

Talking with her hands...always always always. (thanks for letting me inherit this trait)

"Be Good!"

I remember mom always giving herself a perm and stinking up the house.

I remember watching her put her makeup on in the bathroom mirror.

Mom always having these craZy odd jobs while we were kids so she could stay home with us. Like the time she sewed dolls for a company. Strange to get doll parts in a box....seemed like a mass murder.

Loving us while we hated one another...making sure that we felt love.

Luke warm hot cocoa and toast for breakfast every day.


Tying a string around a loose tooth and yanking it out of our mouth! OUCH!

Making us swish with warm salt water after the tooth was yanked out.

Supporting me while being a foster mom, student teaching, and dealing with a crazy husband.

Fixing our favorite meal for our birthday and always making a cake...never a nasty store bought cake.

Magically flying up the stairs in the middle of the night while I was in the bathroom sobbing and puking. How did she know?

Telling us for the hundredth time to clean our rooms.

Pushing me to get my education because she knew how important it was!

Fixing cabbage stew with red cabbage so the stew was purple....HELLO!

Staying by my side while I was in the hospital getting my appendix out. Changing the dressing on it even though it almost made her puke.

Being the greatest seamstress and quilter ever known to man!

Sending me flowers at school after we got in a fight on the way to school and making me cry in the office because I was still mad at her...and now I felt bad!

Listening to me cry on the phone a million times in my life when things just seem like they can not go on.

Supporting me through my divorce and letting me make my own decisions.

Laugh so hard we both pee in our pants just a little bit.

Loving me to the bitter end no matter how craZy I have been in this world.

For all the times that we played capture the flag and trashed the entire house. For all the scraps and boo boos you kissed and stuck a band aid on. For all the stop bugging your brother or sister. For all the I love yous....Mom, Happy Mother's Day. You take the cake!