That definition is legit. If you don't know any Montisms let me enlighten you:
Ya heathens!
Judas Priest!
I've come to suck your blood!
Poop or get off the pot.
Its as cold as a tin toilet on a shady side of an iceberg!
A rat bark.
Ankle biters!
Move it or park it!
Are ya diggin' for gold?
Slower than molasses.
Quicker than poop through a goose.
Poop or shoe shine.
Come to Jesus meeting...
Handsome devil.
Why so many with poop? I can not even tell ya. I also had to edit off a few. Let's just say Dad definitely was a farm boy.
Sometimes I really hate December. Christmas gives me anxiety. It has every since my Dad died and maybe even a couple years before. I'm still not sure why but every time I go into stores that have all of their Christmas decorations up I freak out inside.
I miss him. Oh I miss him. I think about him on a regular basis when this day get closer. I try not to think about how sad I am to not have him around anymore. Some days I have to stop and let myself cry. It feels cleansing to me to take that moment. I have to remind myself how blessed I was/am to have such a great example in my young life.
It pains my heart to hear of people losing loved ones. I literally feel a weight on my heart when I think about the awful sadness and despair that come with such a loss. But I am lifted up in the knowledge that family is forever. I feel like I can't really realize how precious those moments of joy are without feeling the pain. One day, I will look back on this mortal experience and really understand how fleeting those moments are.
The lesson I taught in Young Women's this week was about using time wisely. I have been reminded all week about how important each moment is in our lives. Every second counts because I am accountable to my Heavenly Father for those seconds. It's made me think about the mother I want to be remembered as by my children. What moments do I want them to remember? I know with my Dad I remember both the good and the bad. He was not perfect but that is not what makes a good Dad anyway. He loved me and I knew it. He cared about what I did with my life and I knew it. He would do anything to make sure I was on the right path and I. Knew. It. Hopefully one day, far, far, far away from this one, my daughters and maybe sons (who knows, right?) will look back and know the same.