tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-52043714646738817012024-03-13T20:01:06.471-07:00The Goeckeritz FamilyNicole Goeckeritzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11365961052058901437noreply@blogger.comBlogger77125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5204371464673881701.post-58843576609292327742010-03-01T10:09:00.001-08:002010-03-01T10:09:47.598-08:00A note my husband wrote March will be an eventful month for our family. <br /> Nicole is pregnant-miserable but thankfully she is doing well, no serious complications. She is scheduled for a C-section on Friday, March 12th at noon. Right now we call the baby boy, Baby-X. We have a few names picked out but nothing defininte yet. <br /> Ammon will be a sweet big brother. Sabrie makes me fear for our new baby's life. She is very possessive. At least once a day I hear "My mommie" or "My daddy" from her. She has also recently started telling people "My Ammy." Anyone comes near Nicole or me and Sabrie calls down the thunder and lightning. It's cute in a way, but when the new baby comes I think Sabrie will have a rude awakening. Hopefully we can include Sabrie and make her feel the baby is "My baby" and not competition for mommy and daddy. <br /> March 6th is also an important date for us. We will be going to the Jordan River temple to be sealed together as a family. Some of you may not believe in the LDS church, but hopefully you'll still be happy for us as this is something meaningful and special to us. <br /> I finally decided to test for sergeant. I passed the first phase. We'll see how the rest goes. <br /> Nicole and I had a surreal moment. We began the process of registering Ammon for kindergarten. I can't believe how big he's getting. I'm so proud of him. Sometimes he's got a sassy mouth, but that kid has a big, loving heart. He's smart and friendly and I'm confident he'll do well in school. <br /> Anyway, I just wanted to share some of what's going on in our family. Hope all of you are doing well. <br /> <br />Love, <br /> <br />BrianNicole Goeckeritzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11365961052058901437noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5204371464673881701.post-49778881164560884882010-02-23T13:54:00.001-08:002010-02-23T13:54:58.284-08:00Temple DreamsToday I called and scheduled a date to take out my endowments and get sealed to my beautiful family. We are going to the Jordan River Temple on Saturday March 6th at 5:20 for endowments and then the sealing will happen at 7:30. I am so excited to see my little babies all dressed in white. I have really come a long way in my life and am finally ready for this new chapter even though I am a ginormous pregger person. Hehe....Hope they have a temple dress big enough!Nicole Goeckeritzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11365961052058901437noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5204371464673881701.post-47266519354819817282010-02-23T13:51:00.001-08:002010-02-23T13:51:19.829-08:00Baby X is scheduledWe went to the doctor yesterday for our 36 week appointment. Everything is looking great. I am not dialated or effaced at all. We decided on a date to have our little guy meet us in person. It was so weird to do that. I have never scheduled a day to have a baby. He will arrive around 12:00 pm on Friday March 12th! We are so excited and nervous too. Even though I have done this before I still get nervous for the whole C-section. I just can't wait to meet my little man. Nicole Goeckeritzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11365961052058901437noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5204371464673881701.post-65156907852183770552010-02-09T10:39:00.001-08:002010-02-09T10:39:44.278-08:00TodayToday is my little sister's due date for her little man to come into this world. I am so excited to meet him. I remember being where she is at a few years ago. There is nothing worse than hitting that due date with no baby. Every minute past the due date is torture. I feel her pain. The bright side is that everything is going well for her and her baby is healthy. I am so grateful to be sharing this time with my baby sister and watch her become a mother. She and Aaron are going to be the cutest parents. Nicole Goeckeritzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11365961052058901437noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5204371464673881701.post-43166308501733194842009-11-06T08:22:00.000-08:002009-11-06T08:27:22.919-08:0020 week visitI had my 20 week visit yesterday and I have only gained 5 pounds total! I was super excited. I am measuring at 20 weeks and the baby sounded great. All my boodwork came back normal. He asked me if I had the H1N1 and flu shots yet and I told him no. I have been so nervous to get them after all the crazy stories out there. He said that he recommended it and they were having a special clinic for pregnant women to get the shot that day at the LDS hospital. He said they only had 300 shots so I would need to hurry. I felt like I was supposed to get it. So I drove up there and let them stick me. It wasn't to bad and I feel a little more at ease about not getting sick. All is going well and this pregnancy is not so bad...Although I still have 20 weeks to go. We will keep on truckin along!Nicole Goeckeritzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11365961052058901437noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5204371464673881701.post-25012396146700877612009-10-22T12:38:00.000-07:002009-10-23T09:11:38.085-07:00It's A ???<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfLYnlNAJGsUw95bNFP6-lQzbHFtzJ9eM9pJ2pf4ZDB8iWprW-qh7wtcogDGp6i2mYARoJS-e7jy2RU_jFwzx7G9Rsol7rVRuSXx8u2Bcy4r6ujjB-Mmap1hE9-Kp3Ex3VEy0J_aAODb8/s1600-h/Baby+boy+3+005.bmp"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfLYnlNAJGsUw95bNFP6-lQzbHFtzJ9eM9pJ2pf4ZDB8iWprW-qh7wtcogDGp6i2mYARoJS-e7jy2RU_jFwzx7G9Rsol7rVRuSXx8u2Bcy4r6ujjB-Mmap1hE9-Kp3Ex3VEy0J_aAODb8/s400/Baby+boy+3+005.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395828758720373730" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_hmmueouehuvAew29vY8XCvH96-xYqlF8Mfr-WZPiWn5w6d4FrLlaN2OjYhOX5VZ-qb3phDfZ5otBByuWhHv8bR5IsO_LOP4z1Xk1zDewoZuJ3Pt_NnDdvKfHSA8WPISnd7AAQdCR1F0/s1600-h/Baby+boy+3+004.bmp"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_hmmueouehuvAew29vY8XCvH96-xYqlF8Mfr-WZPiWn5w6d4FrLlaN2OjYhOX5VZ-qb3phDfZ5otBByuWhHv8bR5IsO_LOP4z1Xk1zDewoZuJ3Pt_NnDdvKfHSA8WPISnd7AAQdCR1F0/s400/Baby+boy+3+004.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395828754504750802" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLrKA9Uxdx9h7sdzjFV2-9LMDJmv5yfGvWiIlAMi9GEgJac6W540tkPUoOmrQkDVz6zoOgj_DKM8W-jZrKzLm8gFzOv0tOhVMrF9WknqmTrPnxL2uX32pLKoc6Ut3Dn5_wza-5ssOj4v4/s1600-h/Baby+boy+3+002.bmp"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLrKA9Uxdx9h7sdzjFV2-9LMDJmv5yfGvWiIlAMi9GEgJac6W540tkPUoOmrQkDVz6zoOgj_DKM8W-jZrKzLm8gFzOv0tOhVMrF9WknqmTrPnxL2uX32pLKoc6Ut3Dn5_wza-5ssOj4v4/s400/Baby+boy+3+002.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395828746283171490" /></a><br />Boyee!!!! We got to see our little boy for the first time today. He was so cute in there. We are so excited to welcome him into our home in March. I am so grateful to be a mommy to these wonderful spirits. Everything on the ultra sound looked normal and healthy. We are so truly blessed.Nicole Goeckeritzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11365961052058901437noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5204371464673881701.post-46117267311882813112009-10-14T09:16:00.000-07:002009-10-14T09:18:52.544-07:00Sabrie is 2 today!!!<div><embed src="http://widget-11.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&il=1&channel=10278161&site=widget-11.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"></embed><div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"><a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&at=un&id=10278161&map=1" target="_blank"><img src="http://widget-11.slide.com/p1/10278161/bb_t024_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /></a> <a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&at=un&id=10278161&map=2" target="_blank"><img src="http://widget-11.slide.com/p2/10278161/bb_t024_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /></a> <a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&at=un&id=10278161&map=F" target="_blank"><img src="http://widget-11.slide.com/p4/10278161/bb_t024_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /></a></div></div>Nicole Goeckeritzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11365961052058901437noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5204371464673881701.post-51457125077852809472009-10-09T13:17:00.001-07:002009-10-09T13:20:28.857-07:00Finding outWe went to the doctor last night and we got to hear the baby's heartbeat. So sweet. Everything is progressing great. We get to find out what the baby is on October 22nd. We are getting so excited. I will keep you posted!Nicole Goeckeritzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11365961052058901437noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5204371464673881701.post-75526266690692349162009-10-07T10:55:00.000-07:002009-10-07T11:01:01.259-07:00All Hallows EveI can't wait...I am getting soo excited for Halloween this year. This is the first year we get to decorate our yard with all the spooky trimmings. I will take a picture when it is all done and post it. This year Sabrie is going to be a witch with Mommy, Auntie Megs, and Grandma. Ammon says he wants to be a skeleton. We haven't got his costume yet. We are going to have a special date night with him to go and pick it out. Daddy is going to be whatever Ammon tells him to be. Hehehe. We have a family tradition on Halloween that Grandma and Grandpa come over and we make homeade bbq chicken pizza. This year Megs and Aaron are coming over too! Aaron is excited to sit on the porch and scare the trick or treaters! Megs and I are going to either make rootbeer or wassil. I love Halloween!!!!Nicole Goeckeritzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11365961052058901437noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5204371464673881701.post-46266184472596105092009-10-05T09:39:00.000-07:002009-10-05T09:47:41.298-07:00I suckSo I totally suck at updating this ol blog. I am a busy human I guess. So since the last update we have found out that we are expecting another baby. I am due on March 21st. We are so excited and a little freaked out. I am scared to have 3. Sometimes I can barely handle two. My little sisters are both pregnant too! Cami is having another little lady due in Jan., Meggers is having a little guy due in Feb., and mine is still a mystery for another month due in March. Crazy!! I am so thankful for all the blessings that I have in my life. A wonderful family, great friends and health! Ammon turned 4 on August 2nd. I can't believe my little guy is getting so big. He is a wild one that is for sure. He really enjoys...Transformers, Man vs. Wild, playing with Aiden, Mac n Cheese, helping me cook, and cuddling in his bed for just a minute before he goes to sleep. I love him so much and can't imagine a world with no Ammon in it. Well this is all I have time for today. Love you all....Nicole Goeckeritzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11365961052058901437noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5204371464673881701.post-63991542443111312452009-05-18T15:15:00.001-07:002009-05-18T15:43:54.136-07:00May Updates<div>BRIAN: Mr. Goeckeritz has been extremely busy this month. He is working so hard to get the blasted yard project of death completed. He hand poured a cement pad in the front and back yard. He built a lovely retaining wall, and is working on making us a very nice flagstone patio. He came with me to the locker room cleanout and helped me carry my winnings. We went and saw Star Trek wich he loved...time travel and all. He is such a loving and helpful hubby. I am so lucky to have married him!<br /><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337291385435458322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2utM7anFRDVob7o0s9QyyfGHnpd0G97z034Vkr-HW8FxLlQjvs5p8fcJKpC4C1vycvcq8UC4Gu1JbGJbB3NfP3wUbZ4dSgi4WeZu3dYZNaPR59JRp5tSLX4xanhOFKsH-d5aJ5oI-aNI/s400/jazz,+ammon+t-ball+010.jpg" border="0" />NICOLE: I have been up to alot of softball mania! I play on Tuesday, Thursday, and Friday nights. I absolutely love it! It makes me feel so good! I am loving the sunshine and the smell of the ballpark. I have really been missing my Dad in St. George and can't wait to go see him and Grandma Kim. I had so much fun at the locker room cleanout and made a haul. I got autographed shoes, practice jersey's, shorts, undies, socks, wrist bands, warm-ups, jacket, and a year supply of coke products! It was awesome! I love the dang Jazz!<br /></p><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337294314250872962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik__wQrh0jpkdlGReILTttgTkVPjWSU7YoQLriR3BCsuCN-ahtBYEO3T8Vl3m6h9rzn3WK8YpTwD9HRdGWcAr4Llw5nQ1u96aPGm6V30KXrP5KpZQ3Spryx4eQX2TxvDeOHW6h3NnPfnw/s400/jazz,+ammon+t-ball+011.jpg" border="0" />AMMON: Ammon has been playing T-ball. It is his first year. He is so cute out there. Before his first game he told me that he was going to hit the ball off the earth. I laughed so hard. He gets so excited when he catches the ball. I am so proud of my little slugger! He is such a wonderful little helper for me. He really cares so much for his family. He truly has a heart of gold. P.s. Don't mess with his sister or he will go crazy on you....<br /></p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337295367370190194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiB_jhuqMFt8WKhr736YtlNUPmPRBCtF45z0RmHAMZaeeE6MLVTjI5cJYRTD_E8y7uFUo0t8KUm4Hn_9C7w7GqgBk6ajWRdcZ5_-yXKeAVWzWd2xpFLmVrkbz7shMfh9Wg7a6KDEIyxt0U/s400/jazz,+ammon+t-ball+001.jpg" border="0" />SABRIE: My little princess is growing up so fast. She loves to sing, talk, and dance! She is so much fun. The other day was kindof a rough one for her though. It all started at the local Tim Dahle Nissan. I had to take my car in to get it serviced. Brian was supposed to meet me there. I had both kids with me and we were waiting after we dropped the car off for Brian to pick us up. While waiting Sabrie sneezed and a whole bunch of snot came shooting out all over. She started to wipe it into her hair and I was yelling at her to stop. I hurried and ran inside with her to the bathroom. We got her all cleaned up and started to walk back outside. She must have been angled just right so that her belly was pressed against my shoulder...because as we were almost to the door she upchucked all over the Nissan dealership floor. OH MY GOSH! Snot then barf!! Ugghh! How embarrasing. So I cleaned up the dang floor just as Brian arrived...Lucky butt! I handed the kids off to him and he took me to work and then took the kids home. Sabrie still had barf and snot in her hair so Brian put her into the tub. A few moments later he found that she had pooped in the tub! This was the first time she had ever done this!!! So he pulled her out and put her on the rug while he scooped the poop. To top it all off she went out with a bang and peed on the rug...<br /></p><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337298215630933522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI_c3ZntMHYFDZlQSOGTWQw0v4gYErnmOXeZrD5qpiy3z2495ozRzhkS7l5bVR2On1sLtBNr7vKAEqsrG_bkQ4VHzg1A2-11ImAUk6cPzFrIpHLsHgE3TofQUvlpn9rTsC7esaDftfIGI/s400/monster+trucks,+easter+001.jpg" border="0" /></p></div>Nicole Goeckeritzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11365961052058901437noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5204371464673881701.post-54103186178778932412009-05-07T07:57:00.000-07:002009-05-07T08:05:05.994-07:00Winner!I entered the Utah Jazz Locker room clean out contest on Utah Jazz.com thinking there was no way in heck I would ever win it. Here is the description of the contest...Have you ever wanted to feel what it’s like to fill the shoes of your favorite Jazz player? Now you can, literally. The Utah Jazz is granting fifteen lucky fans the opportunity to clean out the Utah Jazz Locker Room at the EnergySolutions Arena and keep whatever they find. You could walk away Boozer’s shoes, Deron’s jersey or Memo’s lucky shorts! Forget autographs and replicas – this is true Jazz memorabilia!!<br /><br />Anyhow I completely forgot that I even entered. Brian called me and said,"Nicole are you a winner?" And I was like yah I'm a winner..."Nicole are you a true winner?" yah, quit jerking me around....Then he said"Have you entered any contests lately?" I said no. He said " You didn't enter a Jazz locker room cleanout?" I said ohhhhh myy gawshhhhh! Yes I did!!! The promotions director for the Jazz had left him a message on his phone. I called her back and she said that I really did win. I get to go to the Energy Solutions Arena on Monday morning at 6:20. Fox 13 will be there broadcasting. 15 People will pick a players name out of a hat and whatever player they get you then go to thier locker and see what presents they left out for you! I can't believe I got choosen for this! I am freaking out! I looooovvvvvvvvveeeeeeeee the JAZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!Nicole Goeckeritzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11365961052058901437noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5204371464673881701.post-69159049444168681132009-04-14T11:09:00.001-07:002009-04-14T11:13:24.745-07:00Easter 2009<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoHnJmVo960hsBmnCcWqx1Ai5TFrzP4zkUowS2oTC9VExUGWPTRAn2kgzDSAVghU6MlYdE5LrLUlFz0GnxynX46TBa22BmatlVx731F4e-40Icp5eReunA6ZrSWr9MqdyYKfbzx88l1pk/s1600-h/monster+trucks,+easter+012.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324611055990426914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 290px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoHnJmVo960hsBmnCcWqx1Ai5TFrzP4zkUowS2oTC9VExUGWPTRAn2kgzDSAVghU6MlYdE5LrLUlFz0GnxynX46TBa22BmatlVx731F4e-40Icp5eReunA6ZrSWr9MqdyYKfbzx88l1pk/s400/monster+trucks,+easter+012.jpg" border="0" /></a> Ammon during one of the many hunts this year...He is such a great egg finder!<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt1GSPASuTyQosqdHL8sIMud1ZU0yRLJlreGLO7R1CmYVDZPPzaINyATFv7hlvwwRdIW_bOe0kh47yUSvC0V0PLL-K9JsDwjReEb3GCzNL3axCzDCakjMuWe36BXT639M9drKEsIsLU6E/s1600-h/monster+trucks,+easter+011.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324611055747344162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt1GSPASuTyQosqdHL8sIMud1ZU0yRLJlreGLO7R1CmYVDZPPzaINyATFv7hlvwwRdIW_bOe0kh47yUSvC0V0PLL-K9JsDwjReEb3GCzNL3axCzDCakjMuWe36BXT639M9drKEsIsLU6E/s400/monster+trucks,+easter+011.jpg" border="0" /></a> Daddy holding the rugrats while waiting for our neighborhood Easter Egg hunt to start...Sabrie is ready to go...<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlz8JlUqwKI1gx6gWL8AWEs8muhoDqWqdGVwf1mmOjL106IjgU97FQx2-JbGLcaBpQCX8UPFq4uh8g7fA5z16KdHWiRKhGWIuIEoBRNsy2yzDK1K17t146RCTuih7JSlmPj3233btrj58/s1600-h/monster+trucks,+easter+010.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324611051921668722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlz8JlUqwKI1gx6gWL8AWEs8muhoDqWqdGVwf1mmOjL106IjgU97FQx2-JbGLcaBpQCX8UPFq4uh8g7fA5z16KdHWiRKhGWIuIEoBRNsy2yzDK1K17t146RCTuih7JSlmPj3233btrj58/s400/monster+trucks,+easter+010.jpg" border="0" /></a> Daddy and Sabrie. She was so good at finding eggs this year. She would get soo excited when she would see an egg. Mommy held the bucket for her while she found the eggs and put them in. We made a great team.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhS6vxz6DX8wgfVr_-lgGuCK0rQaLgY8E3-VN79KbUF5WUMqNLTlRtlen8zapwZKkDjhv6_fvQGerbTzKVTHmfTNVVEZi2caYOFA-thtI1SbECglpQVjCB-vcDYy76jc39GDK-XXUJauS4/s1600-h/monster+trucks,+easter+008.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324611053234733650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhS6vxz6DX8wgfVr_-lgGuCK0rQaLgY8E3-VN79KbUF5WUMqNLTlRtlen8zapwZKkDjhv6_fvQGerbTzKVTHmfTNVVEZi2caYOFA-thtI1SbECglpQVjCB-vcDYy76jc39GDK-XXUJauS4/s400/monster+trucks,+easter+008.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I love this picture of my cute little family! They all actually smiled! Happy Easter everyone! We love you so much!<br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div>Nicole Goeckeritzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11365961052058901437noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5204371464673881701.post-42560455481302207362009-04-14T11:05:00.001-07:002009-04-14T11:09:07.773-07:00Costco bunnyAmmon saw the Easter Bunny at costco so on the way out we said he could go see him. Ammon got all upset so we decided to not visit him afterall...Then we got in the car and Ammon started bawling that he wanted to see the bunny....so I pulled over in front of the store and daddy took Ammy to see him...Ammy started to cry once placed on the bunny's lap...so daddy stepped in with him...This is what came out. Hoppy Easter!<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhT1-gtEJW-a8Q_j9P58lHZ0Wd8yu1hTi2UvIkcRVikdL298lOa6THHWccXuBLV4bg_Iv9EnYVX7s7oszv2ZajbHHgwlSic63DoGhWImok6OT3rvomwZnJhkEg1G4umwQUeZOk8GfWcMc4/s1600-h/monster+trucks,+easter+007.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324610069939507986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 323px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhT1-gtEJW-a8Q_j9P58lHZ0Wd8yu1hTi2UvIkcRVikdL298lOa6THHWccXuBLV4bg_Iv9EnYVX7s7oszv2ZajbHHgwlSic63DoGhWImok6OT3rvomwZnJhkEg1G4umwQUeZOk8GfWcMc4/s400/monster+trucks,+easter+007.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>Nicole Goeckeritzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11365961052058901437noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5204371464673881701.post-92017653761593976322009-04-14T11:00:00.000-07:002009-04-14T11:05:42.026-07:00Ammon's ValentineFor Valentines Day this year we got super romantic! Monster Jam!!! Ohh yeah baby, I know you are jealous! Ok maybe not...So it was a very special thing for our son. We promised him that if he went poo on the potty like a big boy all the time that we would take him. He loves...loves...LOVES...Monster Trucks! We had such a great time. Ammon was so happy. It was really noisy so mom reached into her magic bag of wonders and found some headphones. Ammon put them on and he felt mucho bettero.... Anyhoo we were sure entertained and had a lovely time with our handsome son. Go El Toro Loco!!!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiY7k-YF4yMpMtpCKlKA-Mim9DmlDXm_mKGAWL4Tcmhw7RLd8JirCz8MUaKciysl7mh564_5N_pdNGGmMZmSt3NSENhzi65qboFqVrtAKFm3sOUywI6FUXaqQUC6b9ScYABpkD4VYafZcQ/s1600-h/monster+trucks,+easter+003.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324608834815732914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiY7k-YF4yMpMtpCKlKA-Mim9DmlDXm_mKGAWL4Tcmhw7RLd8JirCz8MUaKciysl7mh564_5N_pdNGGmMZmSt3NSENhzi65qboFqVrtAKFm3sOUywI6FUXaqQUC6b9ScYABpkD4VYafZcQ/s400/monster+trucks,+easter+003.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3V1e5P-VU-6Xm5YBfRgFsoL-1pct5RJ_St2ybRlqG-wERqk4vvOxz4ffKl87v5Ql9ZfBl764Sfc3NAqOEFdAewELFZpo-UqqFuyx1b1mC58q_Cvp00zkas0YN0a0-OWlwahHpq6KAOkg/s1600-h/monster+trucks,+easter+002.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324608833345998082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 311px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3V1e5P-VU-6Xm5YBfRgFsoL-1pct5RJ_St2ybRlqG-wERqk4vvOxz4ffKl87v5Ql9ZfBl764Sfc3NAqOEFdAewELFZpo-UqqFuyx1b1mC58q_Cvp00zkas0YN0a0-OWlwahHpq6KAOkg/s400/monster+trucks,+easter+002.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div></div></div>Nicole Goeckeritzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11365961052058901437noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5204371464673881701.post-11831784055008786192009-04-14T10:57:00.000-07:002009-04-14T11:00:21.374-07:00Help us!!! It's Jayson<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7Zn4hDmgrwSChXsg7Elxf5YVfAUMaXmswL6g7n7pA9Nu6gahoPyxT1buN2P1KS31r7L72CrwJ_wTwbvmSaeD3Y4mxrlaCsN07Gq55kQeRCvAvCMCyr8JJ7kaKbDw8094EgfDI26bQuYE/s1600-h/monster+trucks,+easter+005.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324608429022430226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7Zn4hDmgrwSChXsg7Elxf5YVfAUMaXmswL6g7n7pA9Nu6gahoPyxT1buN2P1KS31r7L72CrwJ_wTwbvmSaeD3Y4mxrlaCsN07Gq55kQeRCvAvCMCyr8JJ7kaKbDw8094EgfDI26bQuYE/s400/monster+trucks,+easter+005.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxvcltZugsMtvXO51SFKNsGpJHhyphenhyphenoNLLGfhsbUq1zuQg9UTRYrqBa9cmxS6ZJuyxNL7arIH_VH4bZj8mOSHNoFWIeBtl36jZvxyANcq1a2j3izcsvVbDGSKCyz8PMYSdTJtN4B6vb4jhg/s1600-h/monster+trucks,+easter+004.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324608424908954914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxvcltZugsMtvXO51SFKNsGpJHhyphenhyphenoNLLGfhsbUq1zuQg9UTRYrqBa9cmxS6ZJuyxNL7arIH_VH4bZj8mOSHNoFWIeBtl36jZvxyANcq1a2j3izcsvVbDGSKCyz8PMYSdTJtN4B6vb4jhg/s400/monster+trucks,+easter+004.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div>Brian and I went to a movie a little while back and we saw the cardboard cutout of Jason from Friday the 13th. We just had to strike the pose! Help.....</div></div>Nicole Goeckeritzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11365961052058901437noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5204371464673881701.post-51163805229582445122009-04-01T07:59:00.000-07:002009-04-01T08:18:01.455-07:00Just call me jerkySo ever since my little boy came into this magnificent world I have had some <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">weird</span> things happen to me. My head occasionally will feel like all the blood is rushing to it, and it will pulse. I have dizzy spells and vertigo. Then even <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">weirder</span> my head involuntarily jerks to one side and I will grunt or make a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">weird</span> noise. So 3 years have gone by and it is getting much worse. I jerk around 15 times a day. It has created some serious neck pain for me and not to mention it is very <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">embarrassing</span>. So I decided to go see a neurologist. I met with the doctor and he thinks that I have <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Tourette's</span> Syndrome. It usually comes on before the age of 18 but for some it can come on in adulthood. It is a genetic problem where the brain misfires.. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Anyhoo</span> it can only be treated with <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">anti psychotic</span> drugs or anti-<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">depressants</span>. Both of <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">which</span> I am not interested in until my jerking gets so bad I will consider. He had me go see a heart specialist too because I have been having the dizzy spells. They had me do a bubble test where they inject air into your arm and watch it pass through the heart on an ultra sound. That looked good. I wore a heart <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">monitor</span> for 24 hours and that was a pain in the butt, I will know the results on Monday afternoon for all the heart stuff. My doctor also wanted to rule out any other <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">possibilities</span> for m<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">y</span> head jerking so he had me go in for an MRI and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">MRA</span>. I did that on Monday and will know the results on the 15<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">th</span>. So as long as I don't have any <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">tumors</span> or any aneurysms in my brain then I have <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">Tourette's</span> syndrome. Who would have thought? I am kinda freaking out. So if you are ever with me and you see me jerking my head and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">making</span> funny noises you will understand...<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">Shizz</span>....Nicole Goeckeritzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11365961052058901437noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5204371464673881701.post-33191653380478437892009-03-31T10:07:00.000-07:002009-03-31T10:07:37.640-07:00Fun family collage<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO8Rt30TOX3NlkOKGDjBajPrJmfaNHdFAiqOOOZonGPgUXZHkLdi0_7gTTm5TFwPaU_kiqYUJx8em4XCP0AGdzXG1ardJ7VCQRH12USXYNg1dR_2q5kDB8-sbCmpnJbSppxyG9Xq_KIEY/s1600-h/All.jpg"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO8Rt30TOX3NlkOKGDjBajPrJmfaNHdFAiqOOOZonGPgUXZHkLdi0_7gTTm5TFwPaU_kiqYUJx8em4XCP0AGdzXG1ardJ7VCQRH12USXYNg1dR_2q5kDB8-sbCmpnJbSppxyG9Xq_KIEY/s320/All.jpg" border="0" /></a><div style='clear:both; text-align:NONE'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>Nicole Goeckeritzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11365961052058901437noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5204371464673881701.post-6732078720822788702009-03-19T13:08:00.000-07:002009-03-19T13:12:49.432-07:00Saved by vomitSo I was driving to work yesterday and my baby girl had an empty water bottle that she was playing with. She managed to get the lid off and then put it into her mouth. I heard a funny noise so I turned around and noticed she was choking. I panicked, pulled over on Bangerter and started to get out of the car ready to do the heimlich. She started to vomit and it pushed the lid out of her throat. I was so relieved. She was so scared. Puke everywhere and I didn't care one bit. My baby was ok. I have learned my lesson. Babies can get things off you wouldn't think they could. Make sure to keep these objects outta reach!Nicole Goeckeritzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11365961052058901437noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5204371464673881701.post-84200624663575477212009-03-19T13:04:00.000-07:002009-03-19T13:08:38.770-07:00Blessing from a 3 year oldSo last week we were all sick with the dang flu again. Brian got it real bad. He had a fever of a 102. Every night before bed we read Ammon a story and have prayer. Before we started the prayer I told Ammy that Daddy was real sick and we needed to make sure and ask Heavenly Father to help Daddy to feel better. Then Ammon stood up and placed his hands on top of Brian's head and started to pray. It was the cutest thing ever. After the prayer he asked Brian if he felt better. Brian said yes, not a sick. Ammon was so happy. He is so darling and the brightest light on a darkened night.Nicole Goeckeritzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11365961052058901437noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5204371464673881701.post-78529315706205638822009-03-19T12:57:00.000-07:002009-03-19T13:04:52.838-07:00Freed from prisonSo it is finally done. God heard me...when for so long I wondered if I was forgotten. The man who stole so much from our family was sent to prison. He will be there for the next 3 to 15 years. It hurts my heart to know he is there, but it also frees my heart to know he is there. No longer will I see this man doing whatever he wants with no guilty conscence while I suffer wondering why? He is in a place where people have to go when serious crimes are committed. Our family can now heal knowing that justice was served. My Grandmother got to hear the words "I am sorry" from her husbands mouth for the first time in 62 years. For that I am truly grateful. She is the most amazing and loving woman. She deserves so much more than that man ever gave her. The judge said every word that I have waited so many years to hear. I believe that someone else moved him to say those things. I was not forgotten..... Thank you lord, thank you for every soul who helped me do what had to be done. I love you all.Nicole Goeckeritzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11365961052058901437noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5204371464673881701.post-71892128703058366612009-03-02T12:03:00.000-08:002009-03-02T12:16:22.055-08:00Jesus wants Ammy for a sunbeam....So I am totally a lost soul trying to find answers.... I really am unsure what is true and what is not anymore. I am trying to find out what is real. I was raised a mormon and I do love the church. But I just am trying to see if it is what is in my heart at this time. Anyway enough about me... Brian was off work on Sunday so we took the kiddos to church. We hardly ever go, because Brian works most Sundays and I suck at controling the demons on my own. I feel I don't even get anything from it so why bother??? So we went this Sunday. It was nice. The people in the ward actually noticed me and my family. I even went to Relief Society... Yikes.... They were really sweet. And for the frist time in my life I enjoyed it. Sabrie was very good and let me listen. I met a couple of women who I could see being wonderful friends. Anyway before we went to go to class after Sacrament we went to go drop off little Ammy at nursery. Lo and behold little Ammy is a big boy now and no longer belongs in the nursery. He is a stinkin sunbeam!!! I can't believe my baby is in primary... He was sooo scared and didn't want me to leave him. So I sat on a tiny chair next to my baby who is now a big boy and we learned about how important Daddy's are. It was so cute and uncomfortable. He then felt brave enough to go on his own with Sister Moss to his class. And I let him go.... My heart worried that he would be ok... He was and next week he was invited to say the prayer, which he loves to do. So now I have to get him there to fulfill his duties. It is my responsibility to make sure he learns in everyway, no matter what I do or don't believe. So I am really going to make an effort to get my son to sister moss......Maybe God will still let me into heaven if I do this one thing for my kids... Even if I am not worthy in other ways.....One thing I am sooo excited for is the day when the primary kids sing in front of sacrament. I will probably cry my eyes out.Nicole Goeckeritzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11365961052058901437noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5204371464673881701.post-39991665794821995742009-02-09T15:02:00.000-08:002009-02-09T15:16:47.737-08:00Grandpa Fry's 75th Birthday<div>My amazing Grandpa Fry turned a whopping 75 years old on January 29th. We all went up to his house for a wonderful dinner that Grandma prepared for us. It was so much fun to hang out with our favorite grandparents on this special day. Grandma is such a great cook. Here are a couple photos from the festivities.</div><div> </div><div> </div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgK4OTeCxqVSK2a9pf0V80xhCSNkUdqZwUeV48xFNA67HwedlmvIonoWkyQniShS5L3eWMKq6G_rS4HEk1jxDn7TEoGBz3xhOZrIlOBFyRz32UkvfSZZTqUR_4v2x1IFck_Mn6-hUBHM50/s1600-h/randomness+005.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300938521413310642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgK4OTeCxqVSK2a9pf0V80xhCSNkUdqZwUeV48xFNA67HwedlmvIonoWkyQniShS5L3eWMKq6G_rS4HEk1jxDn7TEoGBz3xhOZrIlOBFyRz32UkvfSZZTqUR_4v2x1IFck_Mn6-hUBHM50/s320/randomness+005.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFI6xEPAfXPns5Wcst9vji5Hn-N40Xz4lCTULisVrFnS2kBtdk17xKQOE9DgZcQnrbB3nFLamB9L3HMWTXowJLTBnq8eFXIlNuLQWzsFyn0K0A4JwyjjjjLJLnVVo8AnT0Coywn4kfohM/s1600-h/randomness+007.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300938514764606002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFI6xEPAfXPns5Wcst9vji5Hn-N40Xz4lCTULisVrFnS2kBtdk17xKQOE9DgZcQnrbB3nFLamB9L3HMWTXowJLTBnq8eFXIlNuLQWzsFyn0K0A4JwyjjjjLJLnVVo8AnT0Coywn4kfohM/s320/randomness+007.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiOuSvLZ9hbffKRSN4bImHTxjiQPEtVJYn8cSPQX_lKEbrvQc5DW-Iaix2ioz2fLVzx3Jt5Q0capxmyTMV6hQON9tr5Z7sPbmYRRaQVwdr_KpYbr6gp7deT6l4gUBE4WLfERcTVHoESwU/s1600-h/randomness+004.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300938512528937522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiOuSvLZ9hbffKRSN4bImHTxjiQPEtVJYn8cSPQX_lKEbrvQc5DW-Iaix2ioz2fLVzx3Jt5Q0capxmyTMV6hQON9tr5Z7sPbmYRRaQVwdr_KpYbr6gp7deT6l4gUBE4WLfERcTVHoESwU/s320/randomness+004.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWqXXO6BwD3dJcz_LJ8jYWw12LE2F28YaQXIW29REjE6KXfvRqeUI78o4ZomdqRTbYryI6nUe-zPvXxGmTkYhY-WKZ6Kp0JntadpXnuNexJVCNfHUeCr7WpumIts5eBHBNb2orPg9O1T0/s1600-h/randomness+010.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300938511161076546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWqXXO6BwD3dJcz_LJ8jYWw12LE2F28YaQXIW29REjE6KXfvRqeUI78o4ZomdqRTbYryI6nUe-zPvXxGmTkYhY-WKZ6Kp0JntadpXnuNexJVCNfHUeCr7WpumIts5eBHBNb2orPg9O1T0/s320/randomness+010.jpg" border="0" /></a> 20 Reasons I love my Grandpa:</div><div>1. The best darn back tickler ever</div><div>2. Always let me sleep in the bed with them </div><div>3. Pioneer park lessons</div><div>4. Table rules</div><div>5. Pride and Joy</div><div>6. He adopted my Dad</div><div>7. His love of christ</div><div>8. The hardships he has faced in his life</div><div>9. Coming through those to become the most amazing happy man</div><div>10. His smile is infectious</div><div>11. His sense of humor</div><div>12. His work ethic</div><div>13. He was a truck driver but not a creepy trucker</div><div>14. I can trust him</div><div>15. The way he treats my grandma</div><div>16. How he still loves my mom even though my parents are divorced</div><div>17. He came to my softball games</div><div>18. He was always there for me</div><div>19. He came to lunch with me one tuesday afternoon</div><div>20. He is my heart</div><div> </div><div>Happy 75th Birthday you handsome beast! Love you sosososo much!<br /><br /></div><div> </div></div></div>Nicole Goeckeritzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11365961052058901437noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5204371464673881701.post-945122808406459372009-01-29T16:19:00.000-08:002009-01-29T16:26:27.642-08:00Ammy and a girl hat<div>So I was bored last night and decided to put Sabrie's hat on Ammon. I told him to give me some cool poses. This is what the outcome was. I love this kid....</div><div> </div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296876474870606146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMmPIJZIsTINaoD9IsntLhy0D6r-PSPYGd0RqcAj7LINOcHB0by5EZGctkokwtmV6kONeA-sevH_gd9sw3xlSMHaIB7uUZCUCBQ_L8OqvtlnZhOXMuFoeGX9sqB9ELoJ2yyyN3PYHw0-E/s320/Ammy+being+silly+005.jpg" border="0" /></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296875703101367586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho6cLk4kUTjqBbEo0p6IaSyPipzrhxBzZ8V0MtO5iar-8AC_v1EdqNp2gY6ra0obsg8XhsI0ny_5X8rVi5YziE4m246TMy7qkxBJSPWsPwT6OwW1OcrLgIc1QcTjkustg49yiRNZiE6NE/s320/Ammy+being+silly+004.jpg" border="0" /></div><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296875694054695010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgA1AjMZzIuM2VPYoUURq5CTdydB0fuehyphenhyphenK7rXIh6wwHYDzXfOggD303QB620spRhzBAbRuB4NLcIRtk4izMhjJdSJmLwmVOG_17snQZLt-IYt_0MI9BQtF6SzSPyGQsyScbLiiLEUi2aA/s320/Ammy+being+silly+003.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296875695664214178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXj2Y7arLc5ENhyq-j6wzOmm-aClaXs3p0lPmo_5sWECLxGp8jRMtOAv7b31yISLC4gVenKr16K09z0dm-436_AkSVjJFQ7B5VIAI-D7PHV9vGRj-K_V3oYiUZcS8CwjZwsrdR_US8cR0/s320/Ammy+being+silly+002.jpg" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296875688886899682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJY-n9OhhHbruIklMUKj-7REZHo7iJR1pAnM2zkyQXzCe8GZ75Y2nuXx57UZaZdhMPXKNbXiPj4ID6MsOnjKVc4j7ZkDv2kZIMiZ6nw2y6VrTAgUJN3MjQD9xrgxNKZ5iRpCM83g5I9CA/s320/Ammy+being+silly+001.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div>Nicole Goeckeritzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11365961052058901437noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5204371464673881701.post-69817294390051606502009-01-28T12:58:00.001-08:002009-01-28T15:22:51.088-08:00The truth shall set you freeSo I feel the time has come in my life to just be open and let some things come out of me that I have held in for so very long. The reason I am doing this is because I feel that maybe it could help someone else who may be going through or has gone through something similar to what I have been through, and feel there is no hope. For a period of three years I was sexually molested by a family member. It was very difficult for me because I loved this person and was so confused because I was afraid of him too. He would do wonderful things for me and then take advantage of me when we were alone. I was 11 years old. I never knew why I didn't run away and scream. I would just lay there like I was dead and pretend it wasn't happening. I now know that many victims do this same thing. After a few years of enduring this horrible trial it came out into the open and we found out I wasn't the only victim by this person. We had a giant family meeting and this person promised he would stay away from the children and write letters of sorrow to them. I never received a letter and never heard that he was sorry. In fact from then on he never admitted he did anything to me. From time to time he would still say things of a sexual nature to me, and in my heart I knew he was a ticking bomb waiting to go off. For several reasons that I won't go into, it took me until I was 27 years old to finally do the right thing and report this family member to the authorities. For the past few months I have been tried more than I can almost bear in this court process. Everything that was done to me is all new again. It is hard for me to sleep and hard for me to be the girl I want to be. I am so grateful to my family who is standing behind me in support and love. You know who you are. I am so grateful to my co-workers that help out at work while I am in court. You know who you are. I finally feel a sense of control in this matter and know that God is here with me. It is time for this man to be put where he should be for what was done to his family. It is time for me to fully heal, knowing that the man who did these things to me is having to pay for what was done. I also pray for him to find time to seek for forgiveness before it is too late, he does not have many years of life left due to old age. I want to say that we just had a hearing on Monday and for the first time I heard the man who hurt me say that he was guilty of the crimes he was accused of. It felt so good to hear him say it out loud. I have waited so long to hear that. My heart leapt from my body. We just have one more hearing where he will be sentenced on March 9th. I can't wait for it to all be over. I will stand on that day and tell the judge how he impacted my life and plead for a sentence that fits the crime. I am terrified to do this. But it will be done. In closing of this crazy post, I just want to say it is never to late to do the right thing no matter how frightening. You can do anything you want to. God listens and answers prayers. And if you ever need anything I am a shoulder you can cry on. I will understand. I love you all so much. You are the glue that holds me together when I feel like falling into pieces. Without you I would not be the person I am today. I can't wait to live each day better than the last and look forward to life's challenges and rewards. I am so sorry it took me so long to do what needed to be done with the justice system. But I made it in the end.Nicole Goeckeritzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11365961052058901437noreply@blogger.com10