tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-85344038822306661672024-02-19T00:31:39.911-07:00My New LifeLet's get startedRosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10594280868356121855noreply@blogger.comBlogger132125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534403882230666167.post-20707215418403592412012-08-07T02:31:00.001-06:002012-08-07T02:31:21.999-06:00Sleep<p><font size="6" face="Freehand591 BT">Tonight I took all of my standard ni-night drugs, both prescription and over-the-counter. And since I have been having migraines for about a week, I decided to take 2 of the migraine medicine, which is my standard dose.</font></p> <p><font size="6" face="Freehand591 BT">Now, I am aware that taking Lortab 1.0 keeps me wide awake, but I have taken this same dose many times with no adverse effect. </font></p> <p><font size="6" face="Freehand591 BT">Guess from now on I will be more cautious so that I am not up until 2:30 in the morning. This is distressing cause I took my pills about 8:30 and laid down in bed, under the fan, with my CPAP hoping to get a good night’s sleep to start a wonderful day tomorrow.</font></p> <p><font size="6" face="Freehand591 BT">Life never turns out the way you want.</font></p> Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10594280868356121855noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534403882230666167.post-35690972515047906632012-05-25T01:44:00.001-06:002012-05-25T01:44:39.857-06:00Things that I have<p>She had considerable weight loss over the previous 6 weeks, poor sleep, feelings of worthlessness, hopelessness, decline in self care, low energy, increased startle responses, flashbacks of physical and emotional abuse</p> <p> </p> <p>She would also hear self-deprecating voices when she looked into the mirror.</p> <p> </p> <p>MEDICAL HISTORY:</p> <p>Migraine headaches</p> Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10594280868356121855noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534403882230666167.post-38857952638148477512012-05-24T18:08:00.001-06:002012-05-24T18:08:46.293-06:00Depression<p>Whenever I type a psych report that gives symptoms of depression, it seems to always strike a cord in my life. Guess that is telling something about me.</p> Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10594280868356121855noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534403882230666167.post-76646080635187249402012-05-22T12:59:00.001-06:002012-05-22T12:59:31.829-06:00Life<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-family: Tempus Sans ITC; font-size: large;">When I opened my computer this afternoon, my Windows Live Writer came up automatically. Was someone telling me something? </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Tempus Sans ITC; font-size: large;">I have been wanting to start up blogging, getting my thoughts down on paper and saving them for posterity. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Tempus Sans ITC; font-size: large;">During the past year I have had money problems. Like earning less than $1000 a month. Does not go very far these days. But God has watched out for me. Whenever there was a dire need, the was a supply. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Tempus Sans ITC; font-size: large;">Now I am truly blessed. My old job working for HCA doing transcription was phased out. In other words, they decided to farm out the work. The good thing was the company, Superior Global, would take each transcriptionist on. BUT.. they only wanted full time, which was wonderful for me. So I go from about $100 a week to about $300 if I work hard. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Tempus Sans ITC; font-size: large;">Life is great. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Tempus Sans ITC; font-size: large;">Then come the challenges. I prefer challenges instead of trials because that is just what it is. Something to do, something to surpass, something to overcome.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Tempus Sans ITC; font-size: large;">First, Bear went to jail. There is no other way to put it. He tangled with the electric man, and the man lost. I do so wish they would knock on the door before they do anything.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Tempus Sans ITC; font-size: large;">Then, it would be so easy to just move into the basement and forget upstairs. Upstairs is a mess and I don’t know how to change. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Tempus Sans ITC; font-size: large;">I am thinking a trip to the Laundromat would be an excellent place to start. Lots of clean clothes, lots of hangers, lots of drawers to fill. It will probably take me a couple of days to sort through everything and take it out to the car.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Tempus Sans ITC; font-size: large;">The kitchen is another matter. I am thinking a great big trashcan would be the best bet. Get rid of everything and start over. Do better next time. I certainly cannot do worse.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Tempus Sans ITC; font-size: large;">And that is just the beginning. I can go forward from here. I want to move forward. I want to do so many things, so this is where I will start.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Tempus Sans ITC; font-size: large;">To all my friends and family… Welcome to the beginning. We are going to have so much fun gettting rid of things.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Tempus Sans ITC; font-size: large;">I have a question.... Why is it that when I need something, everyone else wants something from me. I would so LOVE having some help, but always the help comes with contingencies. I am tired of contingencies. Just do SOMETHING. There is so much that needs done and is not getting done. </span></div>Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10594280868356121855noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534403882230666167.post-73745838522254819822012-04-07T22:30:00.001-06:002012-04-07T22:30:44.574-06:00Why?<p><font face="Tempus Sans ITC">Why are we so concerned about what others think? Why is it that we do not seem to be able to live for ourselves and not for what others see. Live for yourself. Serve yourself and no one else. Be concerned with what is important to you and your family so that you can enjoy the life you have chosen.</font></p> Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10594280868356121855noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534403882230666167.post-83311212640744631252012-02-08T16:56:00.000-07:002012-02-08T16:56:05.182-07:00Here I am today<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span style="font-family: Tempus Sans ITC;"><span style="font-size: small;">I sit here,</span> alone, in the silence. Not because I like silence, but because I am doing NOTHING. Not just staring at the ceiling, or the floor. I am sitting here on the computer looking at books to download to my MP3. Not that I need more books. There are a half-dozen books on that player that I have not listened to yet. I am collecting books for the future. Like I am ever going to run out. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Tempus Sans ITC;">Books are my new CRACK. It is an addiction for me. Not a bad addiction, but an addiction none the less. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Tempus Sans ITC;">I just finished <u>The Hunger Games</u> trilogy, and cannot wait to see the movie. I may even go the first week, which is not something I usually do. If you have not read them, get a copy from the library. Or do what I am doing to feed my addiction. My public library, Brigham City Public Library <a href="http://www.bcpl.lib.ut.us/" title="http://www.bcpl.lib.ut.us/">http://www.bcpl.lib.ut.us/</a>, has a Download Center. From there I can check out many, many books as either e-books or audiobooks. I love it. These books are less crack, since listening does not keep my mind as busy as reading. (I know, that does not make sense.) </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Tempus Sans ITC;">Anyway, contact your library. They will probably have something similar. If not, check out books on CD from the library and put them onto your MP3 or IPOD. You will love it.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Tempus Sans ITC;">Now… I need to GET BACK TO WORK.</span></div>Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10594280868356121855noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534403882230666167.post-18718075902342009282011-11-19T00:50:00.001-07:002011-11-19T00:50:07.484-07:00Bear<p><font size="3" face="Tempus Sans ITC">First, <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIcHqc21iurya3mx1IU4Gg5VL7xLf2F5PG2rIMGmZH1JJM7BOJ-rd4Ke0NCJfVvuyAP3M-AZCu3y4xOFx5u7uJIgZqy24jBcNV61_JqBCO8D5W81Mh6YQ6kJ87tSUXO_QUNxBEXg8OuZBF/s1600-h/SANY00403.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: left; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="SANY0040" border="0" alt="SANY0040" align="left" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2uG8Pt5CGFAAIJVLTAjbG5JGavfushnIUdk9ztevDtBOZyaX4yZInmyvK0bOfZGkHCc3m-0HokKzlTwC69iYndrwQcPygVfyigUrZyySCaH3d4WbB2_CG62kwA0D0flqEwGttGYpJb37w/?imgmax=800" width="184" height="244"></a>I have a dog and we named him Bear. He is a drop off. In other words, how could any person not love this wonderful pup. This 11-year-old pup. He is the kind of dog that you would not give a dollar for him, but you would have to give me a million to take him off my hands. </font></p> <p><font size="3" face="Tempus Sans ITC">This is the Bear. With his Squeaker. When he first came to live with us, we tried many, many toys. And the only thing that he would play with was this little, pink stuffed cow. Of course, the first thing he did was pull out the stuffing. But he did not care. As long as it squeaked, he loved it. He tossed it, played catch with it, tried to take it outside, and even snuck it outside (fortunately it was summer and it did not get lost in the snow). He was so hard on the squeakers that come in the stuffed animals, that I finally put a squeaking ball inside. Of course, it was bigger that the belly, so he ended up with a patch in the middle. He did not care. He loved that thing. </font></p> <p><font size="3" face="Tempus Sans ITC">Well, a couple of weeks ago Bear’s cable broke and off he went, chasing a stranger down the road. Fortunately he did not catch that person. And I found out that my neighbors are afraid of my dog. At least that is what Animal Control told me. So the past couple of weeks have been difficult for both of us. I repaired his cable, but it did not reach the door. So I was traipsing out with him on a leash to the chain, and repeat on the way back. Bear weighs about 60 pounds. And I trust him as far as I can throw him.</font></p> <p><font size="3" face="Tempus Sans ITC">Today I finished his new cable. Unfortunately it is about 15 feet too short. So I took a section of an old chain and added it to the new section. It is not perfect, but it is sound. What we don’t do for those 4-legged fur child. It is not that I don’t love him, but if he were a child he would be easier to take care of. And probably eat less.</font></p> <p><font size="3" face="Tempus Sans ITC">Now, I am going to quit rambling. Fortunately for him, I love the dumb dog. Time to go get HIS dinner out of the oven.</font></p> <p><font size="3" face="Tempus Sans ITC">Have a great day!!</font></p> Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10594280868356121855noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534403882230666167.post-24375970199213930472011-11-16T23:03:00.001-07:002011-11-16T23:03:15.424-07:00Sitting<p><font size="3" face="Tempus Sans ITC">Why is it I would rather sit in front on a paused TV than listen to what is playing. This place is a mess with a great bit SSSSSs. I spend the day sitting, or sleeping, or eating. or hating the way I spend the day. So….. Onward and upward… Forward Ho… Off we go into the great beyond.</font></p> <p><font size="3" face="Tempus Sans ITC">But what to do first? There is laundry needing to be folded. And papers to be sorted. And the trash taken out.</font></p> <p><font size="3" face="Tempus Sans ITC">There. I have a list of three things. Strive to complete them in the next 24 hours. Then your life will be yours.</font></p> Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10594280868356121855noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534403882230666167.post-78245910786065635592011-09-12T15:25:00.001-06:002011-09-12T15:25:16.937-06:00Lawn<p><font size="6" face="CK Hustle">I just had my lawn mowed. Getting your lawn mowed by surprise is so000 wonderful. Thanks so much.</font></p> Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10594280868356121855noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534403882230666167.post-15314928938201552062011-05-26T18:33:00.000-06:002011-05-26T18:33:48.028-06:00Update<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><ol style="text-align: left;"><li>TV. Okay, I am a TV junkie. Even witout regular TV, moves still drag me in. Got to quit doing that. But it is not on right now, so at least I am making a headway. </li>
<li>Lights. I did manage to turn off all of the lights before I left yesterfday, so that is a good thing. If it werent for the darn TV....</li>
<li>Dishwasher. Since I spent the night on a sleep-over with Trish, I did not get everything done. I DID run the dishwasher, but I did not get it emptied. I am ashamed to say that I spent too much time doing other things. And it still isn't done. So..... GET IT DONE!!!</li>
<li>Other stuff.... I have unloaded more of the stuff from my trip to Idaho. Does more count??? I think it does. Anything accomplished counts for a lot. Or maybe I should say any one thing accomplished counts... Every little thing counts.</li>
</ol>On a different board... My sleepover with Trish was wonderful. We went out to dinner at Angies, a place we have not visited in over a year. And did so with enjoyment. <br />
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We discussed putting together the gifts for the guests at Alicia's wedding. I will get it posted ASAP so that I can get feedback from everyone. The charms are turning out wonderful. Shrinky-dinks are back, and they are wonderful.<br />
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Life is good right now. Not that it is terrific. I still have lots of things to accomplish, but with this newest solution, I hope to never be in this situation again. EVER!!<br />
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Things I have done to help things be better:<br />
<ol><li>Turned off TV. Permanently.</li>
<li>Turn off lights. Constantly. Always. It makes me wonder why I need so many lights.</li>
<li>Run dishwasher daily. ACTUALLY, it should be EMPTY dishwasher every night. I can do this. It is not hard. I just needs to be what I do every night, like taking my pills. I needs to be the thing that I do to live. Not because you need clean dishes to live. Clearly, you do not. BUT you need to have the results of this action to truly enjoy LIFE. And that is what I wish for myself.</li>
<li>So, what else. Laundry, floors, car, lawn, weeds. There are so many things that it is impossible to prioritize. So choose. Do one thing each day. LIFE will be better because that one task is finished. I CAN DO THIS.</li>
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It is 3 degrees outside and I have to go to the doctor. Life is not so good. The cough is still here, and Bear is still trying to beat me up constantly. Actually, I am not considered a risk in daylight hours, just at night. Oh well, it could be worse. It could be getting better instead of worse. <br />
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BUT…. I have a smile on my face so life could not be better today.<br />
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Now I just wish I had scraped the car yesterday when it was not frozen. Just could not face the cold. Should have... should have.<br />
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Have a great day. Do something that makes you grin!Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10594280868356121855noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534403882230666167.post-63619190625026489792011-01-13T20:06:00.002-07:002011-01-13T20:07:19.594-07:00Life, the more the merrier.<span style="font-family: BrockScript; font-size: large;">What I want to do with my life: It is 7:30 at night. All I want to do is get in bed and watch TV. But that is not part of my goal from yesterday. Yesterday I set the goal of putting together 3 books. And I did not succeed. So, I am going to get in the tub and take a hot bath with a good book, get into bed before midnight, and sleep the night away. When I awake in the morning, I am going to get up and start the day. and accomplish something.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: BrockScript; font-size: large;">I am not going to say wish me luck, cause luck is not what I need. Please grant me the energy to accomplish the goals I have set forth for myself. Then, life can be good.</span>Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10594280868356121855noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534403882230666167.post-13428029637958742952011-01-11T15:22:00.001-07:002011-01-11T15:22:34.485-07:00Alarm Clocks<p>I hate alarm clocks. You set an alarm. Then when it goes off, it interrupts what you are doing that, at the time, seems much, much more important that the reason for the alarm.</p> Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10594280868356121855noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534403882230666167.post-36767757289334510272010-12-02T20:03:00.002-07:002010-12-02T20:04:44.741-07:00Our Future Together<span style="font-family: AndrewScript;"><span style="font-size: small;">I went onto the Brave Girls Club blog today, the topic was A Month of Miracles – Day 1. Melody’s Miracle she was thankful for is The Power of Writing Things Down. I took the liberty of pulling a few of her thoughts for my blog. To read her entire post, go here: </span><a href="http://bravegirlsclub.com/blog/" title="http://bravegirlsclub.com/blog/"><span style="font-size: small;">http://bravegirlsclub.com/blog/</span></a><span style="font-size: small;">. </span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">“The end of the year is a crazy, busy and often stressful time. It is a hard time for lots of us. I remember well my own long string of difficult years….where each of them ended with the holidays, and all of the mixed emotions attached to them. Something that has always always always been wonderful…year after year, no matter how hard the year had been….was to really and truly look the last year over. Look it over, up and down, side to side, in and out. Look for the miracles that made it so that I was and am still breathing in and out…still having the opportunity of another day. Still learning, still growing, still here. Sometimes we forget all of crazy things that happened to help us along….all of the “coincidences”, all of the things that just somehow worked out, all of the people who showed up just in time. All of the friendships made and the changes made and the progress made. Our days are filled with these kinds of miracles. The end of the year is a great time to reflect on all of that. I would like to share some of mine with you, and I hope you will share too. Our stories are so much more healing to each other than we could ever know….so please open your heart, your mind and your memory bank in the coming month as we seek out and share the each other’s miracles……. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">Here’s the miracle I’m thankful for today:….THE POWER OF WRITING THINGS DOWN. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">I am constantly in awe at the power of putting ink to paper and having faith in what we’ve written down. It is as if an army of miracle makers is sitting on each of our shoulders, waiting to put circumstances together that bring our deepest goals and desires to fruition. We are suddenly called to action by the deepest voices of our gut…and when we keep the faith in the words that we wrote…miracles happen. Miracles don’t always happen fast…..but they always happen exactly when they are supposed to, and always just in time. I just found a journal that is a few years old….and it reminded me that I really need to know what I want out of life or life will just keep happening. We’ve got to write stuff down. I typed out an entry at the end of this post. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">An example? I’m sharing this because I want you to know that I know what it feels like to be in a place where you just want to be ok. I have been there….so much of the reason we started BGC. Because I know what it’s like to be there…I know I needed to know that I could get out of that state of mind. I felt so lost…felt so much like my best years were over….Here’s an excerpt from one of my journals not so long ago….while trying to work my way out of a very difficult years-long funk…..trying to figure out how to clean up all of my life’s messes, how to be happy again, how to dream again, how to hope again, how to trust again…..it all started with <strong>I WANT TO MAKE ROOM FOR:</strong>…and guess what? Over the months…it has happened. I got there. I wrote it down first. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><em>I want to make room for happiness, bliss, joy, light. – I want all of that to take up so much rom that there is room for nothing else. I want to make room for fun & adventure & new experiences & friends. I want to make room for forgiveness & trust & healing. I want to make room for more goodness, which means I must de-clutter, remove and eliminate everything…every feeling everything limitation that is no longer necessary or constructive in my life. I want to make room for new ideas & beauty & appreciation & creativity. I want to make room for fun outings & projects. I want to make room for making my home beautiful & homey. I want to make room for security, and trust that the security is real and not fleeting. I want to make room for love, absolute unconditional love. I want to make SO much room to be able to give love to others, especially my children. I want to make huge amounts of room for the truth, so that nothing but the truth fits. I want to make room for God, a room that is always open, a special room where nothing else can come in, a room where He dwells, always, where I can always find Him and He can always find me. I want to make room for writing, and understanding why it has been so very difficult and scary to write. I want to make room for carefree, happy days, for happiness, for fun and for new memories. Yes, I want to make room for NEW memories instead of holding on to the old memories.</em> I <em>want to make room for serving others, and sharing what I know and have with others – and I want to make room for letting others teach, share & even serve me. I want to make room for new definitions of success, happiness and wealth. I want to make room for new opportunities that I never thought existed, or maybe never even knew existed. I want to make room to see the miracles and blessings all around me. I want ot make room for peace – safety. I want to choose solitude out of choice rather than fear and desperations. I want to make room for whatever I was born on this earth to do or be. I want to make room for experiencing more foods, more art, more places – but even more, I want to make room for doing this every day at home with the people that I love. I want to make room for my spirit, every hour of every day</em>. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">(typed out from a handwritten journal, 2 years ago.)” </span><br />
<span style="font-family: AndrewScript; font-size: small;">This message touched my soul. So much that I HAD to leave a message, which I have added below. What made me want to add this to my blog is the fact that, even though nearly every message hits a part of my life, this is just what I had been telling myself all week. That I needed to reevaluate my life and my choices and where I was headed. These ladies are truly inspired. We are truly fortunate to count these inspired ladies as our biggest cheerleaders.</span> <br />
<span style="font-family: AndrewScript; font-size: small;">When I was at Brave Girls I was “the one writing in the journal”. Journal writing has always been important to me. When I went to Brave Girls I had 2 journals at home that were long lost, actually 3. We stopped at Wal-Mart to get photos and the composition books were on sale for 25 cents. So off the deep end I went. I probably bought 30 extra because I could not go to camp without a journal.(Plus, I tend to get carried away sometimes.)I even passed on a few to ladies in our vehicle who liked the idea. Little did I know what was in store and what a beautiful new Journal I would be given. I am not even sure what happened to that original book. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: AndrewScript; font-size: small;">I have always blamed my lack of journal writing on someone else. Well, now I don’t have that excuse. And I am still no better at it. For some reason, the desire has not overridden the “do it later”! </span><br />
<span style="font-family: AndrewScript; font-size: small;">Melody, this past week when I missed going home for Thanksgiving because of the weather, I took stock in my life, what I like and what I don’t like. This past year I have been existing. Finding joy only when I was with another person, like I cannot be happy by myself. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: AndrewScript; font-size: small;">Today I took a drive all by myself. I stopped at MickyD’s and got a Happy Meal and Coke, then just drove. I have not done that in about a year. This time last year we were not even certain I was going to survive for the new year, as I was scheduled for surgery. Then one day I decided that I had to survive cause there were too many people who would not make it without me. Funny how some choices change a lot of lives. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: AndrewScript; font-size: small;">I am getting off track. I love that you are able to go back and see how you were doing a year ago. It is one of the things that I admire about you. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: AndrewScript; font-size: small;">This past week when I re-evaluated my choices I made some definite plans. I am looking forward to a wonderful life with the daughter, my sisters, my brothers, and my Mom, plus all of the nieces and nephews. We are again planning a future together, places to see and wonderful things to do. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: AndrewScript; font-size: small;">Most of all, I am once again setting up a craft room. I once had a wonderful room to craft. I had a big house with a big room with nothing in it. I could set something up and never move it. It was wonderful. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: AndrewScript; font-size: small;">Life is good. The future is better. Find the thing that makes you **giggle** and go for it.</span>Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10594280868356121855noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534403882230666167.post-69758779747995657772010-10-21T18:35:00.007-06:002010-10-21T21:30:13.779-06:00Happy Halloween<span style="font-family: Chiller; font-size: large;">I initially made this Pumpkin for the Mod Podge challenge, but when Life ran over me, i asked my sister, Christine (</span><a href="http://changeofheart56.blogspot.com/" title="http://changeofheart56.blogspot.com/"><span style="font-family: Chiller; font-size: large;">http://changeofheart56.blogspot.com/</span></a><span style="font-family: Chiller; font-size: large;">), to find another place where I could share this cute little fella. He is just too cute to resist. I am so excited that she found this Halloween Extravaganza in which I could participate. Click here to see many, many other talented crafters and what they have to share.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Chiller; font-size: large;">Now, for what I did…. First of all, I probably cheated because I purchased the plastic pumpkin at the thrift store for a buck. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Chiller; font-size: large;">Initially I had thought to use the back side painted with chalkboard paint because I had seen that on web sites and it sounded like so much fun. Then, Christine and I sat down to paint our pumpkins and the chalkboard paint was not so handy, so I went with orange. Here he is:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Chiller; font-size: large;">Since the pumpkin is plastic and craft paint would probably not stick, I Mod podged (yes, that is a verb) the entire pumpkin. Since I did not have any orange paint and did not want to leave the house, I mixed red and yellow. This was great because it gave the paint that shaded look. While in Disneyland a few weeks ago my daughter purchased a Mickey Hat for me to wear at Boo at the Zoo at Hogle Zoo in Salt Lake City next weekend and I plopped it onto the guy, not realizing it would match so well. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Chiller; font-size: large;">It is so wonderful, that I plan to carry him when we attend Boo At The Zoo next weekend.</span>Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10594280868356121855noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534403882230666167.post-77770619543191308892010-09-19T01:43:00.003-06:002010-09-19T01:48:48.199-06:00Hamlet<p><font size="3" face="Vingy">Today was quite the day. First I was out of bed before 8:30 in the morning today, which is quite unusual for me.  Then I took Bear to Logan for a sleep-over and drove semi-frantically back home.  You see, it was 10:15 when I dropped Bear off and I needed to be in Park City to pick up Trish at 12:00 then we needed to be back to the U of U campus for the play at 2:00.</font></p> <p align="center"><font size="5" face="Vingy">We saw Hamlet.</font></p> <p><font size="5" face="Vingy"></font></p> <p><font size="5"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhM1CeVHpHYN3pVGuDBWdFaYPB0avsxkCCAsvzcia3VHu13-K5V6p8DY3VakcOYnzMY7V90ftkzI2uNXTS8wv01Q0PRVif0VbSIjQWD66A1dvtQFd_JMSbRK5rJuiCvKqnX3lQg2w2DGQsx/s1600-h/HamletPosterFINAL76%5B3%5D.jpg"><font face="Vingy"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7gkGRHyH7vcg9nc16NW8rdpun236eqD965mxzJ99DS9tmsz2j2plN8TWAs4EUbejXqX3dGmX0DAGJWJF8edGY2Y5y6qt4cS69XEwTJQ6MFBF4w7Gyv-3rC3NM-57T3WkVN1Km9xIgJhOW/s1600-h/HamletPosterFINAL76%5B4%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; border-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="HamletPosterFINAL76" border="0" alt="HamletPosterFINAL76" align="left" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNAeKXAN0BS22u8Id3rszfiy3YQA-NqGyFp5mT5ZLxhEO6t6hkgJ9zqucjvPtl-SEZd2jZmJPQ_6e4VicN4czHkHH5aK4F_OMwZsJyM2db0vu57D90GTqG0cAgrfjms_cDJwTv6KwfmanK/?imgmax=800" width="197" height="286" /></a></font></a><font face="Vingy"> <font size="3">It was wonderful, although I must admit to falling asleep, I don’t think I missed much because the story still made sense to me.  Anyway, it is full of marrying the brother-in-law (can you say ick), shipping off the son, son is certain father was murdered by Brother-in-law and returns, accuses mother of marrying husband’s murderer, son murder’s mother’s advisor thinking it is brother-in-law, mother’s advisor is son’s girlfriend’s father, son is shipped off because of the murder, son’s girlfriend goes insane over death of father and falls into stream and drowns, brother of girlfriend returns only to find her dead, son returns to call out brother-in-law, instead girlfriend’s brother calls out son, son and girlfriend’s brother have sword fight, brother-in-law (now married to mother) offers son a large pearl if he draws the first blood, boys fight, son draws first blood, brother-in-law drops pearl into wine and tries to get son to drink but he refuses, the boys continue to fight, son skewers brother of girlfriend, mother drinks wine in which brother-in-law dropped pearl except it was poison, mother dies of poison, son skewers brother-in-law… and it think that was the end.</font></font></font></p> <p><font size="3" face="Vingy">Now are you appropriately confused.  So was I.  To make matters worse, every young man had dark hair and wore a dark suit.  They could at least have different colored wigs or different colored clothing.  Or maybe they could wear name tags. </font></p> <p><font size="3" face="Vingy">I did enjoy the play.  I will go again if given the chance.  And I encourage you go attend if you can.  The only thing I would do different is that I would read the cliff notes before attending the play.  That way I would be a lot less confused.</font></p> Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10594280868356121855noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534403882230666167.post-27429307104396348832010-09-16T13:42:00.003-06:002010-09-17T21:34:51.179-06:00Flood….<p><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:Vingy;"><span style="font-size:100%;">It is flooding again at my house. And before you ask….</span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRHqatsRpYlLGP30IYpNkzMEESZOkPl3Ji-W65w8lxWNOIufIXg4JlJRhRvxt-hpXn-gWiT-QZXJ5FWy-nH0VCkms7IN69yBy70o_KSNrRY1Mrb282p0YXto40puQGMHzVVcKxiacCu99G/s1600-h/Aug%2012%202010_1473%5B6%5D.jpg"><span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; MARGIN-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px; MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px" title="Aug 12 2010_1473" border="0" alt="Aug 12 2010_1473" align="left" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzghOqycwruJHEUeshrnbSMMg8lPPFoCBvelrvy1V6H_WI4xck7HupVQmQv0VIywDKKdfGCzDtCxxLMZY2xk5BwveUuEsifQUfcyHhPB1e3xFupJ0sOCrdzfdPGP6BVrhyT3lD4ua8atFG/?imgmax=800" width="277" height="331" /></span></a></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family:Vingy;font-size:100%;"></span></p><p><span style="font-family:Vingy;font-size:100%;">No, the Mantua dam has not broken… </span></p><p><span style="font-family:Vingy;font-size:100%;">No, a pipe has not broken.</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Vingy;font-size:100%;">No, we did not have a huge rainstorm. </span></p><p><span style="font-family:Vingy;font-size:100%;">The neighbor let the water run too long and it has flooded me again. Thankfully Bear wanted to go outside so the basement got no water. </span></p><p><span style="font-family:Vingy;font-size:100%;">This is between the two garages. It is a river running downhill.</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Vingy;"></span> </p><p><span style="font-family:Vingy;"></span> </p><p><span style="font-family:Vingy;"></span> </p><p><span style="font-family:Vingy;"></span></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK_wVZ-038zH_6VWIDiUAjQJlK3KgqrZZ7B6WbhwNjK5WYBRiyINiQBH8EHbEVojz6tuNX-ALwCLIpFuBn4Fakx3B76-BBe-Qvphn2xpxQmOILhpLaJZnEPWAAt3rrzzK6hd8dYAj9MMnw/s1600-h/Aug%2012%202010_1471%5B10%5D.jpg"><span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; MARGIN-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px; MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px" title="Aug 12 2010_1471" border="0" alt="Aug 12 2010_1471" align="left" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibz0znbLV68INoIxB-5MrwOEd-kd3aBo0V1iK3YiC6Zq3LFWsubInqfQNYvcUb2tzJ2gfgSSmHuTQSozdFW45uQcZBBvNKea73LRZ6NFHu_lrPil3nKskKmaEnJhFEcCMhbibiLNY_B8zU/?imgmax=800" width="277" height="331" /></span></a><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span></p><p><span style="font-family:Vingy;font-size:100%;"></span></p><p><span style="font-family:Vingy;font-size:100%;"></span></p><p><span style="font-family:Vingy;font-size:100%;"></span> </p><p><span style="font-family:Vingy;font-size:100%;"></span> </p><p><span style="font-family:Vingy;font-size:100%;">Here is the puddle next to the basement. It is over an inch deep. I cannot get into the back yard without stepping into water. </span></p><p><span style="font-family:Vingy;font-size:100%;">Bear wanted to walk with me into the back yard, but stopped when he saw the puddle. Bear hates water. A lot. If you spray him with a hose, he will run away. </span></p><p><span style="font-family:Vingy;"></span> </p><p><span style="font-family:Vingy;"></span> </p><p><span style="font-family:Vingy;"></span> </p><p><span style="font-family:Vingy;font-size:100%;"></span></p><p><span style="font-family:Vingy;"></span></p><p></p><p><span style="font-family:Vingy;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUJE5HpPHVlGN2xJfBlgsbYmEUV7dXGMms1YVJtsld9EO2k3bOzE6OR9ZYgJ91abqIXZ51D5WilIjsIW_q3yEVFf6wxPFuivC-foJiQsc6Mqw1ziMau0P0XCvgf80_4MAw0MN3cpebibRi/s1600-h/Aug%2012%202010_1475%5B4%5D.jpg"><span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; MARGIN-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px; MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px" title="Aug 12 2010_1475" border="0" alt="Aug 12 2010_1475" align="left" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheSbEVoyx2eLozeXYFCl8zrjpynI8usQe-3QrM8-cuVEJUXyIVWosNAMxlZUehQXYh4VE3OvTJiwNi8Kc3htA3iyqC59CWFGc-dYmzNY2SotO1sQbs7j0xS-ROM-h-zPDjAbSJYk4HBsoJ/?imgmax=800" width="277" height="331" /></span></a><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family:Vingy;"></span></p><p><span style="font-family:Vingy;"></span></p><p><span style="font-family:Vingy;"></span></p><p><span style="font-family:Vingy;"><span style="font-size:100%;"></span></span> </p><p><span style="font-family:Vingy;"><span style="font-size:100%;"></span></span> </p><p><span style="font-family:Vingy;"><span style="font-size:100%;"></span></span> </p><p><span style="font-family:Vingy;"><span style="font-size:100%;">This is the start of the river between the two garages. This is where I plan to build a dam. Thanks Grandpa. I would not understand the theory about a dam.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family:Vingy;"></span> </p><p><span style="font-family:Vingy;"></span> </p><p><span style="font-family:Vingy;"></span> </p><p><span style="font-family:Vingy;"></span> </p><p><span style="font-family:Vingy;"></span></p><p><span style="font-family:Vingy;"></span></p><p><span style="font-family:Vingy;"></span></p><p><span style="font-family:Vingy;font-size:100%;"></span></p><p><span style="font-family:Vingy;font-size:100%;"></span></p><p><span style="font-family:Vingy;font-size:100%;"></span></p><p><span style="font-family:Vingy;font-size:100%;"></span></p><p><span style="font-family:Vingy;"><span style="font-size:100%;"></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-tZNKoOkwyh92tEgWcyqG5tfwzahNKDYmkeRFHjBF9LGsaWe7xIQQsM2aLKLDcpuUSxrNBmfjwHi6aYhTS7HQqxesxGg05k9tN3IHSr0E-DIfUvXrMndpoYUg9N2kF366Du_u9B8XiBJm/s1600-h/Aug%2012%202010_1472%5B4%5D.jpg"><span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; MARGIN-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px; MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px" title="Aug 12 2010_1472" border="0" alt="Aug 12 2010_1472" align="left" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTnq-bAh-cJGourpboCCLc5MrjgeFXXLB0mA9PQ6lhnjFzf-dIGpqnqaONPKpcG9g8AwQd9GOaZdX2c8nnLgR62TPoN8xsVwikhVeDUhAUf9BfcMEhqmmPEI5FABXyavxw9w_xPU-fqGSC/?imgmax=800" width="277" height="331" /></span></a><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family:Vingy;"></span></p><p><span style="font-size:100%;"></span></p><p><span style="font-size:100%;"></span></p><p><span style="font-family:Vingy;font-size:100%;"></span> </p><p><span style="font-family:Vingy;font-size:100%;">And here is my waterfall at the end of the river between the two garages. This is at the front of the garage. </span></p><p><span style="font-family:Vingy;font-size:100%;"></span></p><p><span style="font-family:Vingy;font-size:100%;">This has been going on periodically most of the summer. It was not so concerning before because it did not get into the basement. Over the past three weeks I have gotten flooded 3 times. It flooded while I was on vacation and I came home to musty, sour laundry on the floor and lots of wet rugs. Thankfully it did not get as far as the family room.</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Vingy;font-size:100%;">The clothes are now washed and the room no longer smells of mold. I am so thankful that the carpet did not need to be pulled up because it is glued down.</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Vingy;font-size:100%;"></span></p><p><span style="font-family:Vingy;font-size:100%;"></span> </p><p><span style="font-family:Vingy;font-size:100%;">I guess my Truth Teller is here for me today. Because there was noone else home to turn the water off. And I don't want to clean up another mess.</span></p>Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10594280868356121855noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534403882230666167.post-61737087246664400802010-08-26T17:26:00.002-06:002010-08-26T17:28:40.245-06:00Water<p><span style="font-family:Vingy;font-size:180%;">Yesterday I decided to treat myself. I love sparkling water. I buy cans of sparkling water. For a long time now I have felt like this was a silly waste of money. There had to be a way I could put bubbles in the water from my own tap. And yesterday I did it. </span></p><p><span style="font-family:Vingy;font-size:180%;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1Xi0_tfcfOU2u5NqUlLCMzTibSEECmaerj8JUSvNIHPUyjtG9LmIY3GzwUKmZL_H1LnBCGJDfCMdgXFya01NCHt033cRDmNFiAL4mRsl-AnO2dNWgO-4WZFDH-1S_wFguLJgIMcFmnjCS/s1600-h/sodastream%20soda%20maker%5B6%5D.jpg"><img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; MARGIN-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" title="sodastream soda maker" border="0" alt="sodastream soda maker" align="left" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEica01f3ygPWZQs4vbun69YZ08o3zwl3yWxF5YRfSVGzw-jmLlRif6gGffCQbEVowfleBxCduLorFNGLJ1JtiF7AoXi1w7cBI8krX-yz4vHPwAcAK-cOCUYrHT7GgVLPlnvJKgIUNZmHD2l/?imgmax=800" width="244" height="244" /></a> I bought a Sodastream Home Soda Maker. It is wonderful. It makes this bottle full of bubbles. You know how sometimes you grab a soda just for the bubbles. I liked sparking water before, but this is great since the cost is about 25 cents (and when did they take the cent sign off the keyboard) a bottle. </span></p><p><span style="font-family:Vingy;font-size:180%;">And the bubbles last all day. I could not have asked for more. I even bought a sampler of all of their flavors and a bottle of cola flavoring. Right now I am drinking Smith’s store brand, so I guess I am not that picky. It has cola, orange, pete’s choice(Dr. Pepper), root beer, lemon-lime, fountain mist (Dew maybe?), diet cola, diet pink grapefruit, diet lemon-lime, diet root beer, diet cranberry raspberry, and one called energy. I am going to wait to open the flavors for Peach Days, cause that is when the sisters will be coming down for a visit. </span></p><p><span style="font-family:Vingy;font-size:180%;">I just make another bottle of sparking water. At this rate, I may not drink coke much anymore. Which is quite good, because I would really like to wean myself off caffeine so that it works better when I truly need the boost. Like driving. Driving is hard for me right now. Bear and I know all of the shady spots to take a nap.</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Vingy;font-size:180%;"></span></p><p><span style="font-family:Vingy;font-size:180%;"></span> </p>Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10594280868356121855noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534403882230666167.post-86798173278106499962010-08-26T09:59:00.006-06:002010-08-26T10:06:25.354-06:00Dell:<p><span style="font-family:Vingy;font-size:180%;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0b9Lm7jtnvGVUo7gf1-JhTK6x0u-QHyXW8dzZl-quPjqAmjfrqfp2VDOkNJwD-e6_c9qac8PsNpd8WpUMiSFW1RPMbQ69sWljz3aCwSt0LxJPKL-blPDW3zS5QFhniNIGvI97VF3b8Cl7/s1600-h/11200900110.jpg"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px; WIDTH: 277px; DISPLAY: inline; BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; HEIGHT: 354px; MARGIN-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px; MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px" title="11-2009 001" border="0" alt="11-2009 001" align="left" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbQGMkpzpNWn-PNxhyphenhyphenz7n2GRQaC_v8_zvma2o05bSugGHC_Xdw8nQCLoCiEFOZ6eNnQF-7_OCDCRfqRzmY6tMCWcduwq23cBZDPkyrqrc4RuT_b623Kmg1C93w7fgJ8QkJQVeEn5jsE-YK/?imgmax=800" width="344" height="411" /></a> </span></p><br /><p><span style="font-family:Vingy;font-size:180%;">I wish heaven had a phone so I could hear your voice again. I thought of you today, but that is nothing new. I thought about you yesterday, and days before that too. I think of you in silence.</span></p><br /><p><span style="font-family:Vingy;font-size:180%;"></span></p><br /><p><span style="font-family:Vingy;font-size:180%;">I thought of you today. As I drove home from getting my new keyboard. We should have stopped somewhere for dinner and had such a good time. I miss the things we used to do together. It is so very hard to go for a drive, to go anywhere that we used to go to together. How can I go on trips that we had planned together. How can I do things that we had such plans to do. We had such a life planned, and now I don’t know what I want to do. </span></p><br /><p><span style="font-family:Vingy;font-size:180%;">I often speak your name. Sometimes I ask why you did this to me, even though I realize you did not leave on purpose, that you wanted to stay with us. I think of the plans we each made individually and the plans we made together. When I think of the fun we would have had with each other, it brings a tear to my eye. </span></p><br /><p><span style="font-family:Vingy;font-size:180%;">I will miss you every day of my life. Even though I am attempting to build myself a new life, to be involved in things, every day I miss you. I hate going to bed without you. I hate that I cannot get things done around the house. It was only this week that I realized that all of the things that I had done were all for you. Nothing seems worth doing anymore. I do realize that fact, but it does not change anything, and I still don’t get much done.</span></p><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-family:Vingy;font-size:180%;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjybsDJrZ1M_snjYCJML4BkAjI7lM9nAKqNf9nYgxFg0DS6ty7MNTg6g6b_gZH7VemDRzmuUUa4-Cc18t9LuP4VPBnBv8o7HcN0cgferQJkDdCocsw_HsmbeNrRilIx7ChowQQFMghp76W/s1600-h/07%2013%2010_0011%5B3%5D.jpg"><img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; WIDTH: 340px; DISPLAY: inline; HEIGHT: 367px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" title="07 13 10_0011" border="0" alt="07 13 10_0011" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhO0UyvkpiHtgMsC0QvU1ejKku5_jP47sP2ZSnraYGvOe5Hf943i3qqGq3BX9Wx5FzxtE6dmtQY6KLQIo-opa41-CqsvQiu9lqDs8DqU5SSmnRIU7HJati8gzESoATxe6NA8ZMZUrNMK_uP/?imgmax=800" width="328" height="373" /></a></span><br /></p><p><span style="font-family:Vingy;font-size:180%;">I have many memories of you, of the things we did and of the places we visited. You will always hold a sweet spot in my heart. I remember the love we shared and the good times we enjoyed. Thank you so much for all you have done for us. For the good times and the not so good times. I will always love you. No one will ever replace you. Not even George. </span></p><br /><p><span style="font-family:Vingy;font-size:180%;">Your memory is a keepsake, from which I'll never part...... </span></p><br /><p><span style="font-family:Vingy;font-size:180%;"></span></p><br /><p><span style="font-family:Vingy;font-size:180%;">God has you in his arms and I have you in my heart ~ and you will never leave.</span></p>Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10594280868356121855noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534403882230666167.post-79769134316170873792010-07-29T14:17:00.001-06:002010-07-29T14:17:10.864-06:00Swimm ing with Sharon<p>This coming weekend, July 31, There will be a Ray Rasmussen Family reunion.  Lorna and her family have organized this get-together.  Fortunately, and unfortunately, the water pump on Lorna’s car went out on the freeway near Honeyville, Utah.  What that meant, was lat night I got to spend the evening with Lorna, Sharon and her daughter, Pauline, her husband (sorry, I am not good with names), and lots and lots of grandkids.  They camped at Crystal Hot Springs in Honeyville. </p> <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMwlrJcWvSmTWQuSkBsWj-jO2jVZLncyFsmpOtBQbcWoQYBWa-E4v77OFepbcGLH8vB3ettGmHGC9wQMifj0pYXVJbcT3EC6fhZktdDFcIeoAddFvzcPMvu17FRCT2GsAzzyWdPNF1Ge5Y/s1600-h/06%2024%2010_0343%5B2%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="06 24 10_0343" border="0" alt="06 24 10_0343" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGIJqM8vfH3lHQLRxdp6Gt4mskyXf2TfkR5wP3TmehfmdnXuTRYdGzLH-_LQzbzvfL8pmZWdoP_zmBCglUGW-pjZIjPX5WXECA8kbb1a9rOP00id23KbwJdypZQ3n6nC34uVSuqTx46dK6/?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /></a> </p> <p>First we needed food.  Here is Lorna and Sharon pushing the grocery cart together.  See, I even brought my recycle bags.</p> <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBvT0RvlRTvZFY2Cydgg2MN5RaZvly1iXgLaFki4Kc5d3MX_eELNnm0xxsKSDqan6TOkJmqNHm8kqGR5mN2TL81pDIyW_L7RZwaAPIwtan7b8OpE_ALX93K2MZOupvQs8FLH_sEzvVClU7/s1600-h/06%2024%2010_0351_edited-1%5B2%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="06 24 10_0351_edited-1" border="0" alt="06 24 10_0351_edited-1" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhu4CrxjBWpp6r19jnkz_EuTIWKS-Otw8MVrHhwBTd-bjEJnL8gWmhkjavJswDhPgT95KcR4KvAtvtsrskAIPHXJPmM65msyGHmRmtYoE3HyGjoeOBWtTTFduOjfU9ERr2VTl-dtUf1aLj6/?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /></a> </p> <p> </p> <p>We went to the local thrift store hoping to find swim suits, but no such luck.  All they had were 2-piece suits, and I am not going there, let alone Sharon.  I could not resist a couple of pop-up books for Sharon.  One is Noah’s Ark, with all of the animals.  The second book was a giant book with Warner Brother cartoon characters as babies.  She loved both.</p> <p>Polly’s husband grilled chicken for us.  It was the best ever.  Next time they come, I am going to get them to bring a couple of bottles of that sauce.  Dinner could not have been better.</p> <p>Then we went swimming.</p> <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJwoKdrgFyNrWv4rdNpbuHwvuNUNyqdeBcqkte-N1tP1asSjDMhE3w_J7PS5Q3ElXjsPMtVPbpw7LArC7tS2-d-rfz8tVY3eQOwG2FcNTpRTw4mAjYA2wJzGLBalnblA4DPGl8qNMPSsoS/s1600-h/06%2025%2010_0319_edited-1%5B2%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="06 25 10_0319_edited-1" border="0" alt="06 25 10_0319_edited-1" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7YUgcHXxlmMAyLJhHE1CxiaJopytWBIZuCLPO-QKeb0wpdRGIJBp-9ZRLERrjpQNPwY6KY00-Aku9WamMDCLXzc1HWidztLnI-O-YzzdXoWMAaoQaA87SvGpZ-iW0dX036GYunXHUgGa3/?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /></a></p> <p>Polly and her husband are so great with Sharon.  They helped her “swim” around the pool most of the evening.  Jessica, Morris’ daughter, also took took Sharon a lot.  They went into the cooler pool and swam and bounced for quite some time.  I think Sharon enjoyed it more that me, which is great.</p> <p> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCagQXMfNs0aGuNN3Nz94fu0KbQpdu6QBAqPSiqHj0vQRjjdm4tJGKeZOAar2PCL4REMH8fYeh1xMXWmfrg85fKSdWVKYHqQptgfLFV65uZWPSnnvRQBKROnuSFN5IR_I-xti2zke2LJzp/s1600-h/06%2025%2010_0323_edited-1%5B2%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="06 25 10_0323_edited-1" border="0" alt="06 25 10_0323_edited-1" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-DQYMb2UTnVSa9-OEYjfWAfuRASqlLvjbZTLq0LfP0ny8M2gJJYfB6S2nDXPkpgqYiovfsPnlvm7ZXR9zg5jJ6KcZOjzFDs5yRgAzME9fD40X1DIS6FWsKURzDsvWnrZwE702rTockgD5/?imgmax=800" width="244" height="205" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirDhyphenhyphenoHG1oAv49vg5W8z1evssJTdDRnQ24RM_1pm2C3UcM7nh-5st0uYLgjd8xdflfYnlQJ8ZP4A6gJXGZP2iQYk-XZ2y3RLX6AV9MTptgHAq8ddJfzRnwfUST0JfQD2Urmhyphenhyphenc2I1sh-MF/s1600-h/06%2025%2010_0324_edited-1%5B2%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="06 25 10_0324_edited-1" border="0" alt="06 25 10_0324_edited-1" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLO8vivuT9D0iSSDYhOhXkiRNlqd11PJKNCip9gl1UDKNVSLP4PVDBOztL-w1KxBs8togMa3Jhxk219tTOqVhAunIJJORiXymCDcZvpNIt779GNIJTsgRCu7ej377WQOZa94ibkWU0ALPy/?imgmax=800" width="244" height="196" /></a> </p> <p> </p> <p>Here is Polly, Jessica, Lorna, Sharon (in front) and Polly’s husband (sorry).</p> <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-RGW5uyWnJfhZ1fbqICwqw2dPjvajL5niSkpn1SQg9i86tVIQr48nx761gHDBIxhqPA6YifazcY5tq3M8JVgoDHko24K07_Ne-bl60kPKucr8Q9KhM8r9fsbMZkQu2lu8-93FdG6p16_2/s1600-h/06%2025%2010_0329%5B2%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="06 25 10_0329" border="0" alt="06 25 10_0329" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtHC-ihtOA4MwvgMisDmvbSOUpvf5eHw5qw8lxqdO8VYmBueTOnbrf2fLqNIKvxUyX5BbOPC0KfcYzzUM7SRXrrcCnBFxamoIdIo7QTCo6-oXD2kKz5VyUqEz-mWe9EvbGWPzQHqwppSvN/?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /></a></p> <p>This is Jessica, her husband (sorry), their son and another of Lorna’s grandsons (sorry)</p> <p> </p> <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixk-Y2qi1-mxLDS5DH-ttchL0g21ohchzS0jkEPmC-1Mp1qbtT_yjyeWMUtMj-tJ3XeJu9hi9OyaVlTJBJ_3tOvwIQpsmkZLHb5MmjdnNXgXXbgXUrbx3pCOU08m6p96CHkCezpCO6Zi7b/s1600-h/06%2025%2010_0342%5B2%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="06 25 10_0342" border="0" alt="06 25 10_0342" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJcW55d95yTMBbboLThBn4g6nYW7gNxiu4gHNZaE6yXXr5FUYHVd2eF_dADgQ4XhOJNusOMg6MGDWDvEFDcVz_NDeWAGj3UByLhVy5RBB7v_31rfTseBZqHjSr361iD_IAo-dr4eSFrSXs/?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /></a></p> <p>At the end of the evening Jessica’s husband helped Sharon out of the pool.  They were standing there enjoying a moment when I rushed over for this picture.  He is such a great kid. </p> <p>Sorry about the names, I should have written them down.  But I didn’t.  But I could not wait to do this post. </p> Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10594280868356121855noreply@blogger.com1