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home alone.

sigh.

So I am sitting here 2 hours before church starts reading blogs and looking for other versions of the lesson I can just copy and not put thought into. Thank you Google.

The thing is, who puts their Sunday School lessons on the interweb for others to “borrow?” Only the nerdiest, nerds. Yes that is a judgment. I imagine these guys are so holy I would not even be allowed to attend their lessons while they teach with bow ties and parted hair. And than their nerd friends leave comments like the following:

Given that the story of Alma and the Zoramite poor in effect forms a bridge which facilitates their crossing over from being members of a heterodox to a more authentic form of “Nephite” society in Jershon one can question the breadth of Dan Vogel’s interpretative brush. There is no hint of a rejection of organised religion – Alma was the head of both church and state at one point, and you can’t get much more organised than that without a Franklin diary! Rather Alexander Campbell’s interpretation seems closer to the mark, and for my own part have long recognised the very Anglican “liturgical tone” of the passage in Alma 31. If you don’t believe me just try reciting it in your best Rowan Atkinson-style vicar’s voice!

I had skimmed through this guys lesson and read this comment. Um. Yes. I will not be copying that lesson. Cause I am cool and I teach a roomful of teenagers, which is not unlike teaching a roomful of chickens and roosters, all fighting for attention of the other. In fact if we put the razors on their feet I am pretty sure of the outcome.

I had my mom write a guest post for me today, my birthday. Thank you.

This is the story of your birth. Vernal and I were happily married and so anxious to have you come and be part of us. Please look at this from the rosy glasses at that time in my life.

I planned to have you with the midwives in Kaysville, but we moved to a little town by Craig, Colorado, about three months before you were born because Vernal couldn’t find work in Salt Lake, but we still planned on the midwives.

You were due on August 7th, 1980. When you didn’t come that day, Vernal took me for a bumpy truck ride on August 8th, thinking that might help move me into labor, which it did.

I woke up about 2:00 am on August 9th, knowing that I was in labor and hoping that we could make the long ride back to Salt Lake before you were born.

We hurried and packed up and we had a Jeppson van at the time, that Vernal threw a mattress in the back so that I could lay down.

When we got to Vernal City, we stopped and I threw-up and I knew I was really in labor then. We drove to Roosevelt and I thought I was never going to make it to Salt Lake so we stopped in the Roosevelt Hospital, where you were born.

The doctor was an idiot. I told him that I wanted to have you without any medication, and I was very stubborn on the idea. I also didn’t want a lot of intervention. They would come in and check you and me off and on and most of the time, pretty much ignored me, because I was such an oddity to them. I have read many books. I had been to a class on natural childbirth and I knew what I was doing. I wish I had been brave and strong enough to drive to Salt Lake in labor, but I needed someone with me in the back holding my hand, but Vernal was driving, and I didn’t know how bad it was going to get and I thought it best that we stop in Roosevelt. I don’t remember what time of the day it was when we stopped in Roosevelt, I think early morning, like about 8:00 am, but Vernal called my mom soon after and she was there when you were born.

I was very adamant about not taking drugs because I wanted you to get the best start you could. I remembered all the women in the past that never had anesthesia, and I was such a trail-blazer in my own right, that I wanted to be a pioneer woman and have you in the most natural way possible.

You were born at about 2:00 pm. When you came out, there was meconium on you, and the doctor didn’t suction out your face. If he had suctioned out your head before you came completely out, we wouldn’t have had the problems that came later. When you came out, they laid you on my chest and you took a big deep breath and then quit breathing. I said in a loud voice “she is not breathing.” The doctor grabbed you and hauled you into the other room and we didn’t know for a long time if you were even alive or not. I prayed to Heavenly Father to please let you live and have a wonderful life. I was mad at him for awhile and said if she doesn’t live I am not going to church again. After about a half hour I took those words back and said, no matter what happens, I will always be involved. Part of the reason that I am still involved is because of the commitment I made to Heavenly Father, the day you were born. The nurse kept coming in and saying that “it didn’t look good”. Vernal was out with you in the other room and the doctor asked him if he wanted to give you a blessing. Vernal was so choked up he couldn’t talk, and so the doctor anointed your tiny head and gave you a blessing that you would be ok. We found out that they hauled you off and then pumped you full of oxygen and popped one of your lungs. I think that to this day you still have residual effects from this. After that, they put a tube in your chest to drain the air. A little prevention in this case would have gone a long way. After a while they came in and said you were stable, but that they were going to life-flight you to the neonatal center at the University of Utah. I got to see you at about 5:00 pm for about 10 minutes before they took you away in the helicopter. I asked if I could go with you and they said no, I would have to go by car. When I saw you, I was so in love with you. You were the most beautiful baby I had ever seen and not just because you were mine. You had such a determined little look on your face and in your eyes. I knew your eyes were going to be brown, I could see the brown past the baby blue. You had a little bit of dark, dark hair. You weighed 6 lb. 13 oz. I think. But they didn’t weigh you when you were born, that was after you got to the neonatal hospital, so you might have actually weighed 7 lb. when you were born. They brought you to me with a little red nipple from a bottle with cotton inside it for a pacifier. I ached to be with you, but the doctor made me stay in the hospital in Roosevelt for three days. Had I been a second time mother, and have known what I know now, I would have gotten out of the bed, and followed you to the hospital. When you got to Salt Lake, Naomi and Karla came to see you. They called me and said that you were the most beautiful baby they had ever seen. Every time I drive down Parley’s Canyon, I am reminded of the day that I was driving to see my baby at the hospital, many years ago. We drove directly to the hospital. Because you were in the neonatal center, we had to scrub for 20 minutes and put on gowns to even come in the room. I didn’t think you were remember me because you were whisked away so fast, but the moment I held you and tried to feed you, you remembered me. We were glued together. I didn’t want to leave you at night. The first night I did have to leave, but the second night they made a room for me and you in the hospital and we got to stay together. Then we got to take you home. For the next couple of days I had to bring you back to the hospital to have your birth weight checked. Each day you had gained ounces and you did so well. The neonatal hospital was a sad place. You were kind of out of the ordinary there, because you were such a normal sized baby and so many of the others babies were born months early and babies with such bad physical problems. Each day we came back, babies were gone and we knew they didn’t make it. I was so extremely grateful to Heavenly Father for the blessing of being able to keep you and raise you. I think you came into this world thinking that it was a hard, cold place because of the struggles of your birth and on your own you have discovered that so many people love you and it really is a wonderful life and a wonderful world. You are the world to me. I love you so much. You and your little family bring joy to my life. This has been hard for me to write through tears because things don’t always turn out like you think they will. In your case, they have turned out better. The little purple outfit that I gave you,is the one that I took you home from the hospital in. You were five days old when you came home from the neonatal hospital. You have always been a blessing in my life.

Engagement shots. I worked with Annie as the second camera. It was a privilege.

Today is a good day. JJ is not here, which is pretty normal. He didn’t go to work however. He went fishing with my brother and my brothers father-in-law. I love that he took a personal day all for himself.

Being a customer of Veer has its perks. What kind of girl wants kerning sweaters and fonts for her birthday?

Do you see those potatoes! Who knew? My own potatoes make me so proud. Like they are my children and have accomplished something amazing. They were so good for dinner. JJ was sad that I had gone and dug them up without him. When I had scrubbed the dirt off them they were the color of lavender. And the taste was divine. Straight from the dirt. No one but me had ever handled them.

They felt like a gift.

The war had made fuel and lamp oil scarce, but necessity is indeed the mother of invention. Somehow in that dark time, our family, the March family, seemed to create its own light.

:: Jo March, Little Women the Movie ::

I’ve found that a few people have, on their 100th blog, post 100 random things about themselves and their life. I found them rather interesting, and decided to do it as well. But, sad day, I’ve passed my 100th blog and in fact this blog post is about 515, not including the ones I deleted because they were to mean or snarky to be seen by the people I wrote them about. Yeah, I am bright. And yes I am that awful, I was working through some crap and by crap I mean, it was/is a mountain of horrible crap. And my bishops wife reads this and I just cannot bring myself to type the word, but I thought it.

So in honor of post 500 I will be doing 500/5=100 things about Makayla Christine Jeppson Robinson

1) I have a BFA in Graphic Design.
2) I will not eat barbecue sauce willingly.
3) I was homeless for 2 months while going to college.
4) I have lived in Magna, the water killed my fish. No joke.
5) I was once in a band called, “Makayla & the boys.”
6) I would bath everyday if it was not so time consuming.
7) Am a True Aggie. But not with jj.
8) I used to cry at the end of every episode of “Full House.”
9) My favorite books are The Red Tent, Maus, and Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close.
10) Have 2 sisters, 1 brother, 1 parent who stayed and 1 who quit.
11) Am super obsessed with zit picking.
12) Spent three summers dressed as a cowgirl to entertain European and Japanese tourists. Not that way.
13) I have played the piano, flute, and drums.
14) Want to be good.
15) Just ate peanut butter and chocolate chips for my afternoon snack.
16) I love sushi. Going for my birthday, without a broken arm and pain killer buzz this year.
17) I am still driving my first car.
18) I performed the ceremony for my sister to marry her sweet heart.
19) I am better at making friends now than I used to be.
20) Have repeating nightmares about Tabiona.
21) Have run 2 marathons.
22) Failed Accounting 2010 in college, on purpose.
23) Once threw my shoes at an ex after he broke up with me.
24) Hate applesauce.
25) Love sleeping with the winter windows open just a crack.
26) Am in love.
27) Worked at Priceline.com.
28) Once told a friend I needed to take off her pants in an elevator filled with people. I was wearing them, not her.
29) Am a bit too honest.
30) Almost killed a friend during a strange covered wagon accident.
31) Am a master champion of Clue. I will bring you down.
32) Once bounced a check on purpose so I could buy food. I was in college and knew the apples and yogurt would be worth it.
33) I wish my butt looked like Cameron Diaz butt.
34) One time got diarrhea on a date with jj and did not make it to the toilet. He is incredibly forgiving.
35) Wet the bed on my honeymoon. Again, jj is incredibly forgiving. I had a bladder infection and it was weird.
36) Was pissed at jj for getting up at 9 this morning. I am incredibly tolerant.
37) Once interviewed to be a model. I like food to much and am short.
38) Broke my arm last year in a freak dodge ball accident.
39) Have been working out consistently for 2 1/2 years straight.
40) Peanut butter and chocolate chips are my downfall.
41) Fell in love right after my freshman year of college. We never kissed or dated. We are still friends today.
42) My house is getting consistently cleaner by the year. Some year I may actually be on top of things.
43) Love the person I am today, strange butt and all.
44) Once worked at a foot doctors office. Had to label vials of bloody toe nails.
45) In college took a class on German Memorials to the Holocaust. Want to see them or the lack of them someday.
46) Daydreamer.
47) Am mean to people if they snore around me, even if I am awake.
48) My cousin was my best friend all growing up.
49) Had two really good friends in high school.
50) JJ is my best friend now, and sometimes I throw my food at him. What an honor.
51) I had a summer of broadway musicals. I checked them out from the video store and watched them non-stop.
52) Trust my dreams like they are a dear friend.
53) Things are going to get worse and than so much better.
54) Own personal least favorite feature- junk in the trunk.
55) Went to Day’s of ’47 parade and saw Thomas S. Monson. He looked like he had stepped right out of the ’50s.
56) Once drove to Alabama and back with my siblings and parents. 18 days in a van is fun.
57) Favorite color- white.
58) Diet Coke. My other true love.
59) I once sneezed a huge booger onto the floor in front of company.
60) I love my first year college roommates. They are the best.
61) I wish Gentry wasn’t so scared of everything.
62) Worked as a grocery store cashier.
63) Worked as a human resource manager for the computer labs at USU.
64) Am allergic to cats and spankings.
66) Won $50 at a Buzz game the other day.
67) I grew up at my cousins house. I know her neighbors better than any of my childhood neighbors.
68) Cannot dye my hair. Blond looks to fake and dark just doesn’t show up. Am thinking about extensions. Possibly pink or red.
69) Do not like dogs unless they act like cats.
70) Once watched a neighbor kill a rabbit for dinner.
71) Was scared spitless by a sheep caught in a fence.
72) I love the X-Men movies and am so excited about the Wolverine Movies.
73) Have skinny dipped. A lot.
74) Will not be friends with people who lie.
75) When I die, I want wings. I don’t care if angels are not supposed to have them. Also, I want to choose where I have body hair.
76) Love my first house.
77) Love soft squishy boy who will curl up with me.
78) Love my friends now.
79) Am so mouthy sometimes. I don’t know where Gentry gets it from.
80) Remember going to see Ghostbusters as a child at the drive in.
81) Remember riding in the back of the possibly red truck on the way to Idaho.
82) Remember painting on the side walk with fingernail polish as a child. My mom says I was 3.
83) JJ got a new swim suit today that I am not embarrassed to see him in.
84) We are close to being out of debt.
85) Wonder if when I die I will know who killed JFK. And lot of other mysteries.
86) I know the words to almost all John Denver songs.
87) When I die, I am going to Disneyland.
88) I read the short story that Brokeback Mountain was based on. I get it.
89) Wish people knew the strength that is in them. I wish the same for me.
90) Once pushed my brother into the corner of the wall. He had to get stitches.
91) Was married in the Logan Temple on a brisk December morning.
92) Had Hammer Pants.
93) Had braces in college.
94) Am on retainers 7 & 8.
95) Lived next door to one of my college boyfriends.
96) Have done design work for international companies. Who knew feet were so pornographic.
97) Played Sally Ride in an Elementary School Play.
98) Have learned I am good and deserve good in my life.
99) Once hit a kid in the head with my flute case.
100) Totaled the family van.
101) Look a bonus, thanks for reading. My life is better than I would have imagined possible.

:: cute little pinatas ::

:: saving tons of money on groceries ::

:: simple beauty ::

:: galactic activity ::

:: lots of little tomatoes waiting to turn red in the sun ::

:: eating from my garden ::

:: teaching gentry to conserve ::

:: preschool about to start ::

:: lots of work plans ::

:: the prospects of the future ::