It’s been a long time since I dabbled in the world of blogging. Initially when I started this blog as a New Year’s Resolution in 2009, I had high hopes of becoming rich and famous with my effortlessly clever and naturally witty blog posts… In my mind it was only a matter of time before the world noticed just how exciting Team Johnson’s life is… there would be invitations to do interviews with Oprah, Martha and the like. There would be speaking engagements, and magazine articles, and tons and tons of photo shoots…TONS of photo shoots (the camera loves me.)
People would start naming their children after me.
I’d have my own line of home décor, party décor, and comfy cute sporty clothes.
I’d have multiple bestselling books…
Maybe I’d invent a cocktail and name it after myself…
Uhhhhh…cut to 2010…reality.
Obviously that didn’t happen (or shall I say, hasn’t happened yet)… me thinks it might have had something to do with the small fact that I stopped posting anything on said blog. Life started happening at a pace that I was unable to keep up with, let alone waste time on the computer blogging.
I was stuck in a job I hated… I moved from SD County to Riverside County… My husband switched jobs… my kids got involved in extracurricular activities (which is the nice way of saying the oldest child hit puberty. And yes- it’s as bad as you think it’s going to be)… I was laid off from previously mentioned (and deeply despised) job…I lost 40 pounds… gained back 35… grew my hair out… made new friends, reconnected with old friends, lost a great friend to the state of Oregon (yes- I’m actually mad at an entire state)…Ugh- and that’s just the tip of the iceberg!
Suffice it to say- its been exhausting.
And just when I was starting to think- should I delete this damn thing? Does anyone really look at it or read it anyway? No one cares about the quirky missteps made by Team Johnson…
Or do they?
Just then, the unthinkable happened…it was as if the Universe was speaking directly to me…
My grandpa got himself a laptop. *GASP*
I KNOW RIGHT? A laptop! As in- a computer that can be used on your lap, wirelessly… or as my Grandpa puts it: A Monster Machine that will take at least 5 years to figure out. (I didn’t have the heart to remind him that technology advances so quickly, he probably won’t even need a computer in 5 years- we’ll probably just transfer emails and pictures telepathically or something.)
Anyway, as if this situation couldn’t get any better, guess what else Grandpa (to be referred to as G’pa from here on out), got himself??
He got himself and email account! Say what?! An email account!!! Whodathunkit??
I’d say someone is pretty hip eh??
Well yes, yes he is.
He’s the original sporter of the Members Only jacket, and grey Velcro shoes.
He can do a push up on his knuckles.
He rides his mountain bike all over tar nation.
He can kick your ass with art of Karate.
He’s a musical genius… a master word smith… and recently dabbled in the art of scrapbooking (he made all of us grandkids our own photo albums with pictures from our childhood.)
There is literally nothing that this man can’t do… literally.
When he met and fell in love with my grandmother he climbed a tree and plucked her a fresh coconut to impress her… did your husbands do that for you when you were dating? I highly doubt it.
Hi.
That’s how my G’Pa rolls.
Anyhow- in light of this most exciting news, I decided I’d reinstate my blog privileges and get ta postin’. If for no other reason-then purely so my G’Pa will have something to read when he’s using his new monster machine.
So thanks G’Pa… thanks for lighting the fire under my arse to get back to documenting our life. I love to look back at how Team Johnson has progressed… I love to look back and go- wow… we’re kinda cool. I guess life really isn’t all about commuting and gas stations afterall. It isn’t all about 6 day work weeks and family dinners eaten in shifts because of crazy whackadoo schedules. It isn’t about pay this, and plan that… the who, what, when, why, and how…
It’s about family.
Ohana.
Thanks G’Pa… thanks for being the glue keeping our Ohana together . I believe 100% that its G’Ma, watching us from Heaven. She’s making all of this happen.
(hopefully she has a Monster Machine in Heaven so she can read all this too…)
I love you guys!
People would start naming their children after me.
I’d have my own line of home décor, party décor, and comfy cute sporty clothes.
I’d have multiple bestselling books…
Maybe I’d invent a cocktail and name it after myself…
Uhhhhh…cut to 2010…reality.
Obviously that didn’t happen (or shall I say, hasn’t happened yet)… me thinks it might have had something to do with the small fact that I stopped posting anything on said blog. Life started happening at a pace that I was unable to keep up with, let alone waste time on the computer blogging.
I was stuck in a job I hated… I moved from SD County to Riverside County… My husband switched jobs… my kids got involved in extracurricular activities (which is the nice way of saying the oldest child hit puberty. And yes- it’s as bad as you think it’s going to be)… I was laid off from previously mentioned (and deeply despised) job…I lost 40 pounds… gained back 35… grew my hair out… made new friends, reconnected with old friends, lost a great friend to the state of Oregon (yes- I’m actually mad at an entire state)…Ugh- and that’s just the tip of the iceberg!
Suffice it to say- its been exhausting.
And just when I was starting to think- should I delete this damn thing? Does anyone really look at it or read it anyway? No one cares about the quirky missteps made by Team Johnson…
Or do they?
Just then, the unthinkable happened…it was as if the Universe was speaking directly to me…
My grandpa got himself a laptop. *GASP*
I KNOW RIGHT? A laptop! As in- a computer that can be used on your lap, wirelessly… or as my Grandpa puts it: A Monster Machine that will take at least 5 years to figure out. (I didn’t have the heart to remind him that technology advances so quickly, he probably won’t even need a computer in 5 years- we’ll probably just transfer emails and pictures telepathically or something.)
Anyway, as if this situation couldn’t get any better, guess what else Grandpa (to be referred to as G’pa from here on out), got himself??
He got himself and email account! Say what?! An email account!!! Whodathunkit??
I’d say someone is pretty hip eh??
Well yes, yes he is.
He’s the original sporter of the Members Only jacket, and grey Velcro shoes.
He can do a push up on his knuckles.
He rides his mountain bike all over tar nation.
He can kick your ass with art of Karate.
He’s a musical genius… a master word smith… and recently dabbled in the art of scrapbooking (he made all of us grandkids our own photo albums with pictures from our childhood.)
There is literally nothing that this man can’t do… literally.
When he met and fell in love with my grandmother he climbed a tree and plucked her a fresh coconut to impress her… did your husbands do that for you when you were dating? I highly doubt it.
Hi.
That’s how my G’Pa rolls.
Anyhow- in light of this most exciting news, I decided I’d reinstate my blog privileges and get ta postin’. If for no other reason-then purely so my G’Pa will have something to read when he’s using his new monster machine.
So thanks G’Pa… thanks for lighting the fire under my arse to get back to documenting our life. I love to look back at how Team Johnson has progressed… I love to look back and go- wow… we’re kinda cool. I guess life really isn’t all about commuting and gas stations afterall. It isn’t all about 6 day work weeks and family dinners eaten in shifts because of crazy whackadoo schedules. It isn’t about pay this, and plan that… the who, what, when, why, and how…
It’s about family.
Ohana.
Thanks G’Pa… thanks for being the glue keeping our Ohana together . I believe 100% that its G’Ma, watching us from Heaven. She’s making all of this happen.
(hopefully she has a Monster Machine in Heaven so she can read all this too…)
I love you guys!
