Toothache from.....

I have had it. I have had a toothache from heck...from outerdarkness...from the pits of despair...from Lucifers quarters....okay..from HELL!! There is no other way to describe the pains I have encountered over the past two years and I am fed up with it. A few years ago my childhood dentist decided to retire...it was about that time I decided it was time to switch to Greg's beloved dentist and our children's dentist...it was also about that time that my rotten mouth decided to get more rotten. I hate the dentist...I despise going..and now two years later...I hate it even more. Let me explain. A few years ago I had a toothache. Just a nice simple toothache. I went and got my teeth cleaned and low and behold I needed another crown...(I should be serious royalty with all the crowns I have in my mouth.) I was puzzled though because that wasn't the tooth bothering me. The one next to it was bothering me. My nice dentist reassured me that that tooth was fine and proceeded with the work on the crown...the one not bothering me. And because Lucifer works for all dental insurances..it takes just about one crown to exceed my "yearly alotment. If only I could go drill through one of the head execs at the insurance companies face..with no pain killers than maybe just maybe they'd change that policy for people with rotten teeth such as mine. The story continues. About a week later that pain has turned to a pain I have never EVER experienced before. Seriously. I wish just for a second someone could feel that pain that I had..that's all it would take is a few seconds and they would fall on their knees pleading to help get me out of this pain. Now I haven't emphasized enough that i feel like I am normally a tough cookie. I have c-sections and I am up and going the second that epidural wears off. I don't want to have to rely on anyone to get me up to the NICU to see my babies...and as soon as I leave the hospital I can't take one pain killer because I always have to be back and forth from home to the hopsital to be with my little babies. Ever tried that? I'm tough. This tooth ache caused me to scream and cry like a baby. I wanted to die. In the end...like three long weeks of hell..the tooth got fixed(Root canal) with a promise that that would never happen again. It was rare. It never happens twice. Bull honkey. A few months later the tooth next to it decided to "flare up" so to speak. By this time I think the dentist is thinking I am crazy. I care more about what he thinks and being embarassed than getting out of that miserable pain. Let me describe the pain. You lay down in the road and a big semi drives over your face...that is the pain. It hurts in every part of my face and down the back of my neck and out through my ears. It is horrible. In the end...another root canal and another promise that forsure this will never happen again. Fast forward another few months. Toothache..different side this time. Not as bad as the first two but gradually getting there. I am so humiliated because as we know..."this will never happen again" and I put off calling the dentist for 6 freakin months!!! I finally call around Thanksgiving and they get me in and do an x-ray and tell me nothing is wrong...to try some sensodyne....and I think..."Um, how bout you go smash your head in between two very large boulders.." SENYSODYNE? You think that I am that big of a wimp that I am complaining about sensitive teeth? At this point I realize that it is true..the dentist thinks I am crazy and that there is no way I am feeling this pain. Now let me explain..this pain isn't all the time. It comes and goes..which is odd. But one day I will be completely fine and then next I will be planning my jump from the highest mountain I can find. It really is odd. I start panicking that maybe he thinks I am making it up...maybe he thinks I like my drugs(which is funny since I still haven't used all the medicine from last time..I am opposite I never ever take medicine)..Maybe he thinks I have a crush on him and like to frequent his office to see him....maybe he thinks I crave the attention!!?!?! Let me tell you one wish I have.....TO BE OUT OF THIS PAIN ONCE AND FOR ALL AND TO NEVER HAVE TO SEE A DENTIST AGAIN!!

So, I made it through Thanksgiving and Christmas praying that I could make it to Jan 1 when my insurance would kick in....and of course on New Years Eve the pain come on as strong as ever. In my ears...up my cheek, down my neck. The pain is paralyzing. My whole face droops and I can barely talk. At this point I think my dentist is as crazy as he thinks that I am. I can't decide if I should try another avenue and see another dentist. I call another dentist on Jan 2 and they are out of the office. Per Greg's request I call my dentist just to see if they are there.....THEY ANSWERED. I was so not expecting them to answer so I was caught off guard and started explaining to the secretary what I am going through and of course I burst into ball baby tears and make more of a fool of myself. I look even more crazy now. I decide to go see my mother's dentist. I went...I saw.. and he said that that tooth looks fine and that maybe the tooth next to it needs a root canal...here we go again. This is how we started. I know what tooth it is. I am starting to wonder if I'm not crazy!?!?! Where is this pain coming from? I'm at a stand still. For now..the pain has quieted..but I know it will come back and I am puzzled as to what to do next.

I never thought the song, "All I want for Christmas is my two front teeth" would mean so much to me...cause I think all I want for Christmas next year is some "dentures"....SERIOUSLY!!!

Now, I don't need any comments from people who would like to lecture me on my sugar intake. I do digest some sugary substances...a lot..BUTT OUT!!!

Um, and it doesn't help that Greg could be a tooth model. He has perfect teeth and he lets m e know it. I don't get it. I brush my teeth many times a day and there are times when Greg crawls into bed and I say..."Um aren't ya goin to brush your teeth?" And with a sigh he says.."I'm too tired" and to which I punch his lights out because one he's rubbing in the fact that he can have perfect teeth and not take care of them and also because now I get to smell his more unpleasent bad breath smell all night long!!! I recall a time that poor Greggy had a surface cavity...his first.. and he was terrified to get it filled. I wanted to cry for him...wa wa!! To bad so sad! We only had one vehichle at the time and so I dropped him off and I left to run some errands and when I came back to get him he was sitting on the front steps of the office and had his head buried in his hands. I rolled down my window to mock his "little" pain and he stood up and got in the car and informed me that he puked on the dentist. What the holy crap? I need not say more...

So, for now I sit in panic and wonder what will come of my poor poor mouth. Who will I turn to? Do I stay now at this dentist or do I go back to my old dentist? I don't want someone just to do unnecessary work just to try to please me...I really don't enjoy this. I just want the pain gone. To bad the tooth fairy doesn't come and relieve pain AND leave a little mula under my pillow!!

To my love, love, lover.....

Happy Birthday Gregory!! It is amazing that each birthday brings those feelings of nostalgia..the feeling as though we have made it another year...the feeling of reminisce..as we remember birthday past...the ability to recall all the birthdays we have shared together. We have continued to grow up together. I have been in your life for the last 11 birthdays...how the time flies my love!!! Oh, how I feel blessed to share these memories with you. I look forward to many more. I will remember your 33rd birthday as being a day to relax. We have been so busy this month and today we slept in late...(after a long hard night of working on your birthday present with Jeff.....the Sacred Grove painting)...I made you breakfast in bed because I am a Very VERY good wife. We got up and relaxed around the house and then we powdered it up on the sledding slop with the boys. It was a blast. We sent Colton down on his own...us laughing hysterically as our little son took a bad face plant into the snow...poor Colton..and then we turned around and sent him (kicking) down with Alex and he ended up with another great face plant into the snow. We came home and ate leftovers from last night and you took a little snoozer..because its your birthday and there is nothing like a snooze on your birthday. Tonight we will go to dinner and spend some one ON one time....(just kidding...I couldn't resist...if you didn't get it then congratulate yourself with not having a mind from the gutter...) I can't wait to be with just you. The best part about you Greggy boy is that you live for simplicity. We don't have to do anything but be together for it to be perfect. Our life is perfect and I have loved every second of it...good and bad. People are lying when they say they have had no bad...because every marriage has a weak spot..that is what makes the good times so GOOD. We have come a long way and on this day...I am grateful that you are mine...that I am yours...and that our marriage will last literally FOREVER!! Happy Birthday Sweet Cheeks!! Here's to you babe and a good slab of ribs tonight at the "Roadhouse!!!"

In the meantime...

While I am trying to figure this whole thing out..I might as well post something..right? I haven't even tried to explain my love for my "superman" husband who spoiled me rotten for our anniversary. Shock would not be a word to even begin to describe my feelings when he "showered me with his love." I understand that 10 is a big number and I am sure somewhere along the way I have made it clear how big "10" actually is....(of course I have..I wouldn't be me if I didn't) He has definetly heard the moaning and gnashing of teeth when a birthday has come and gone and I recieve nothing but a comment like this.."I told you I didn't have anything for you." and then the next year followed by me thinking he can't possibly be serious and yet again he suprises me with nothing but another......um...NOTHING. Okay, so I give him a hard time..there have been many times I have recieved great things too. It isn't that I want wordly possessions...just a little show of some lovin right? There are many stories good and bad that I can go into right now...but I'll save them for a rainy day.

So anywho...we actually went on our cruise last spring for our anniversary so really we weren't supposed to be doing anything for each other. But, my sweetypoo decided differently and WHAT A DOLL....lets just say he gets what he wants for awhile. He originally told me not to look in his email because there was an email I wasn't supposed to see. OH,...Um...Okay...RIGHT!!! Do you know who you are dealing with? The impatient child who had to unwrap and rewrap christmas presents...or the child who waited for her parents to leave so that she could bombard their closet and seek out her treasures....!! I am not up for surprises and I am very VERY impatient. I am the person who reads the back of the book and then enjoys the book so much better because she knows the ending...I'd much rather know!! Anyhow, I gave it a few days..I was brave and I was strong and patient....and then I wasn't. I just had to peak into his email...and I found an email to his mom asking to watch the boys while he sent me out shopping. (there is always a little bit of a letdown when you ruin a suprise). I was shocked. I thought I knew the whole secret...but low and behold I didn't. Here's how our anniversary surprise went.....

I woke up in the morning with flowers...(okay he got a poinsetta instead..!?!?) and a card with some COLD HARD CASH explaining that I was to go and buy a new outfit for dinner that night and maybe a little outfit for latter..(hubba hubba)...um too bad I spent all the money on the dinner outfit..Let's face it...you don't have enough money to buy a birthday suit like mine.......you'd have to pay some serious dough for these stretchmarks baby!!) I went to lunch by myself....LOVED IT. It was a nice day but went by too fast. That night we went to dinner and in the past we always go to a hotel in SLC but I hate spending the money when my bed is way more comfortable. I know boring...but seriously. So, Jeff and Kerri had our boys and we came back to Hotel Johnson....kid free. Enough said. I thought that was it but boy was I surprised. When I woke up in the morning he had a big envelope he handed to me. Inside were a bunch of different envelopes with different times on them...like 9:30 or 10:30..ect. ect. I wasn't to open them until those specified times. Let's just say I spent my first hour getting a facial...the second hour getting an ice cream pedicure...the third hour having a candlelit lunch with Greg and the fourth hour enjoying a couples massage. It was the most amazing morning...I swear to it. I was so proud of Greg that 1st he planned this all and 2nd he finally gave into my wishes and got a massage with me. So heres the lowdown on the rub:

Greg was a little nervous to get a massage. I didn't know he was coming so I had a few minutes to brief him on his behavior during the massage. I have had massages before and when I come home and discuss it with him he just says he would never want a massage...just a tickle. What the heck? A tickle? You want to pay someone to tickle you? Are you kidding me? One time after a massage I thought since he treated me to the spa I would give him a massage. I tried to use my best massage manuvers....you know..I was trying to remember what felt good during my massage. All I got was an,.."Ow..that hurts...oh, that is really uncomfortable....ahh. don't touch my feet that tickles." Dude, shut up..just be glad I am touching your feet..( I despise feet so you must understand my love for Greg must be intense seeing that I'd be willing to not just touch...but rub his feet.)

It wasn't a pleasant experience so I anticipated what this was going to be like. I said,...."don't ask for them to just tickle you. Just try a massage and see if you like it." ...."okay and please no sound effects when you are being rubbed...yes it feels good but it is better to not have sounds effects..." (enough said.) He was so unsure about having a girl rub him but he was not having a dude rub him forsure. I have only had a girl give my massages so I wasn't sure I wanted a dude either. Sure enough we see two people approaching....one boy...one girl. It is amazing that in that brief 15 seconds of them walking over to us the type of conversation two people can have back and forth. "Crap...is he rubbing you or me? Um....what do we do?...um do you feel uncomfortable...dude I don't want a dude rubbing my back...."and so forth. They approached us in our little white robes and we were off. Low and behold Greg was relieved and unrelieved. He got the girl but then again..I got the boy. I decided this was fine and just to go with the flow. Until introductions began and he introduced himself as one of Greg's old students!!! AHHHHHH! Obviously Greg hadn't made the connection. What do you do at that point. Um, okay little boy....you aren't rubbing my big body. It was akward to say the least. If anyone has ever had a massage..you are mostly covered up but you are pretty out there too. I had to go to the good place and I'll admit..once he started rubbing I was able to go to the good place much quicker and it was the best massage ever...but akward. I try not to think about it too hard....because then I feel humiliated.

It was all in all a wonderful day and I love Greg for treating me like a queen. 10 years! It is amazing how fast time goes by. I'm not a mush but I love Greg more every day and every year. My love for him now is so different then when we first started. We have been through so much in ten years and he is my rock. I couldn't live without him. Its such a different kind of love and appreciation. I miss him when he's at work and I love to be around him when he is home. We can laugh at each others jokes like no other..(okay so most of the time we are laughing at our own jokes but the other one thinks we are laughing at their joke...) We got laughing so hard the other day in the car I thought we were going to crash. I couldn't breath and I was on the verge of tears. No one can do that to me like Greg. When we'd have our babies and he'd have to go back to work I missed him like crazy as I sat in the NICU watching our new little creation. He was my rock through each of my babies....he had all the faith in the world. Greg is spiritual and uplifting. He knows how to solve problems by teaching through the scriptures. My patriatical blessing described him...and without a doubt when I met Greg I knew he was who my blessing described....problem solved....questions answered..it was him. I love you Greg and I'm so thankful that we have eternity because ten years hasn't been close to enough time with you!!

Here's to my true love!!

confused..??

So it is not the first time my thoughts have confused people. Lets just say sometimes it sounds right in my brain. The plan is to start a new without using our names on a not so private blog. I think....but now my brilliant plan is going to be hard because then I have two blogs to keep up with. It would be too hard to go back through my old blog and erase all of our names. Its Christmas people...give me a break...new year...new posts...new blogs.......RESOLUTIONS AH? Oh, and I still haven't written about so many good..funny,...things. One day...I promise..it is coming...for now..I'm too tired!! If you are still confused too bad.....

My new Family!!

Okay, so I have had such a hard time with going private. Should I?...shouldn't I?....... and finally I decided the answer is BOTH!! Now I know that YOU know that I am a woman of many many talents and so it is possible for me to come up with the impossible...(if you weren't thinking that.....then click the X up at the right hand corner of your screen and go away!!) I've decided that I want this actual blog to be private because let's face it...I've aired my "personals" for the world to see...which actually feels quite nice...it's not the stories I mind being out there...it is the names and the details..and since this is for more of a "personal history" of sorts than we must assume "Private" status!! But our story will continue on a new blog for all to read. We just may have different names. Like Diego for Dallin or Kermit....for my Greggy. Just know it is us all the same. It will be like living out a fantasy..using names I never would use but would love to have...(just assume my name may be something along the lines of "Barbie, or Candy, or Sexy Momma...or 'Hot Mamma'...that's what my boys call me.....or sexy long legs" I am assuming my name will change quite frequently to be able to touch on my many characteristics. So stay tuned. The new blog is under construction...(which actually means I just thought of this five minutes ago and I will be attending to it sometime in the next week.) I still want to tell Greg stories and I want to share our crazy life...and I will share pictures...I just want to get our names and cities out of it...make sense? So, if you could please pick a hot sexy new name for me or an outrageious last name for our family and put it on your sidebar instead of our real name...I'd really appreciate it......just please don't include the words "Big, ugly, unslender, or words having to do with my body being over the size of 2" in your description of me.

The invitations for the old blog are in the mail....the email that is....(okay so they will be soon) and the new blog is underway....Maybe now I can start keeping up my blog now. I just have felt like not blogging since I didn't know which direction I was going.....I've found my direction!!!! I promise the new blog will retell stories of old...from the Greg and Becky archives......really I don't need to describe that any further...those who know us can only understand what that intells!!!

Stay tuned.....

Okay, Okay...here's one with me in it!!!

This is the Christmas Card one!!

This is a random one where I am showing off Mia's prives...poor dog but she had just pooped in her cage and stepped in it and you know I wasn't having any of that!!....but you can see my cute red shoes in this picture....get over it...there is no place like home!!!

Family Picture Time

Here's some of the pictures. I have kind of played around with them and added borders and writing so this isn't the completed ones but you get the idea!! These are some of my favorites.