Two of my Grandkids !

Lindsay and Landon aren't they ohh soo cute.

Tara, Lindsay, and Landon here for a visit, Hurray !

Tara came up for a short visit from Las Vegas, Beau came over with Raeven and Gabe and we had a wild time, Gabe kept rubbing Landon's head, it was like he thought he was Buddha. We always have a wild and crazy time with the Grand kids.

Sophie's wedding !

This weekend I went to Salt City to be at Sophie Parrish's wedding. She is Mary's good friend form Grade School Thur Junior High, then Sophie moved to Idaho. Mary was in the wedding party. Her wedding was beautiful and she made a beautiful bride. We had a great time.

CATS

Saturday I went to see Cats with Marilyn Oscarson and her daughter Susan. We had a lot of fun, we really enjoyed the music and dance but we did not quite understand the story line, so I came home and looked it up on line. I learned a little more about it.

My Son

I received this today from my sister-in -law, it really touched me.



MY SON
This is great, take a moment to read it, will make your day! The ending will surprise you
Take my Son
A wealthy man and his son loved to collect rare works of art. They had everything in their collection, from Picasso to Raphael. They would often sit together and admire the great works of art.
When the Vietnam conflict broke out, the son went to war. He was very courageous and died in battle while rescuing another soldier. The father was notified and grieved deeply for his only son.

About a month later, just before Christmas, there was a knock at the door. A young man stood at the door with a large package in his hands.

He said, "Sir, you don't know me, but I am the soldier for whom your son gave his life. He saved many lives that day, and he was carrying me to safety when a bullet struck him in the heart and he died instantly. He often talked about you, and your love for art." The young man held out this package. "I know this isn't much. I'm not really a great artist, but I think your son would have wanted you to have this."

The father opened the package. It was a portrait of his son, painted by the young man. He stared in awe at the way the soldier had captured the personality of his son in the painting. The father was so drawn to the eyes that his own eyes welled up with tears. He thanked the young man and offered to pay him for the picture. "Oh, no sir, I could never repay what your son did for me. It's a gift."

The father hung the portrait over his mantle. Every time visitors came to his home he took them to see the portrait of his son before he showed them any of the other great works he had collected.

The man died a few months later. There was to be a great auction of his paintings Many influential people gathered, excited over seeing the great paintings and having an opportunity to purchase one for their collection.

On the platform sat the painting of the son The auctioneer pounded his gavel. "We will start the bidding with this picture of the son. Who will bid for this picture?"

There was silence.

Then a voice in the back of the room shouted, "We want to see the famous paintings. Skip this one."

But the auctioneer persisted. "Will somebody bid for this painting. Who will start the bidding? $100, $200?"

Another voice angrily. "We didn't come to see this painting. We came to see the Van Gogh's, the Rembrandt's. Get on with the real bids!"

But still the auctioneer continued. "The son! The son! Who'll take the son?"

Finally, a voice came from the very back of the room. It was the longtime gardener of the man and his son. "I'll give $10 for the painting." Being a poor man, it was all he could afford.

"We have $10, who will bid $20?"

"Give it to him for $10. Let's see the masters."

"$10 is the bid, won't someone bid $20?"

The crowd was becoming angry. They didn't want the picture of the son.

They wanted the more worthy investments for their collections.

The auctioneer pounded the gavel. "Going once, twice, SOLD for $10!"

A man sitting on the second row shouted, "Now let's get on with the collection!"

The auctioneer laid down his gavel. "I'm sorry, the auction is over."

"What about the paintings?"

"I am sorry. When I was called to conduct this auction, I was told of a secret stipulation in the will. I was not allowed to reveal that stipulation until this time. Only the painting of the son would be auctioned. Whoever bought that painting would inherit the entire estate, including the paintings.

The man who took the son gets everything!"

God gave His son 2,000 years ago to die on the cross. Much like the auctioneer, His message today is: "The son, the son, who'll take the son?"

Because, you see, whoever takes the Son gets everything.

FOR GOD SO LOVED THE WORLD HE GAVE HIS ONLY BEGOTTEN SON, WHO SO EVER BELIEVETH, SHALL HAVE ETERNAL LIFE...THAT'S LOVE

Please send this to ten people and back to the one who sent it to you.

Do whatever you like, but remember that maybe "one" of the people you might have taken the time to send this to, may be just the person who needs to hear this message. You have a choice to make."

God Bless.

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I'm so excited!!

Well this weekend I get to see both my daughters , also Lindsay,Landon, and Pete. I'm so excited. I'm going to Salt Lake City, I know it will be a lot of fun. Mainly because we are a fun group.

Very Busy Week

I haven't had much time for anything, Ive been so tired when I get Home from Work that all I do is want to sleep.I got my car back today lucky my transmission was still under warranty, it was good to have a car again. Tara is coming for a visit and I'm very excited.

1st Lesson

Today was my first Relief Society Lesson to teach. I guess it went well, I just finished a little early. I wasn't exactly sure how to judge the time, I'll do better next month. I learn so much more from teaching than just listening, I must have a doer brain. I definitely received a conformation that what I taught was true, and my testimony of the Prophet Joseph Smith was strengthened. I know that he saw Heavenly Father and Jesus Christ in the Sacred Grove. I hope that someday I may get to visit the Sacred Grove.

Like Father like son!

These are from Raeven's Birthday! Don't they all look alike.

Some pictures from when I was in Las Vegas

My cute Las Vegas Family!

Just another day .

Well today was a typical day at school. I arrived early again. Read with some kids, did math with others, then the excitement started. I got pinched, kicked, and hit. Wow working is such a fun experience, I'm beginning to think I'm too old for this job. Even though I'm not even old.

A Long Day !

Nothing new today just a long day at work. I'm car pooling this year and I must say I do not like car pooling. The lady I ride with come earlier every day, I need to be at work at 8:25 AM It is about 15 minutes to work unless the weather is bad, which has not been. This week she arrived at 7:35, 7:40, and 7:32 AM which makes for a longer day than needed, also I have to get up early and be ready a half hour early and then she always is late getting out so I'm putting in 30 minutes each day over which I do not get paid for. UGH! I hate car pooling.

Not much New

Not much going on around here today. Just staying out of trouble and studying for my lesson on Sunday. Work is about the same as always and my car is not been driven for a while so, I'm just hanging out at home, waiting to be able to take it to be fixed. I know Mary and Tara just some random thoughts for the day.

A Blast from the Past !

You Guys are oh so cute, Do you know where you are?

Grandma wannabe!

My Family is so Funny, Trying to be Me.

New Calling

I got a new calling today. I'm a new teacher in Relief Society. I had this calling a long time ago but it still is scary. I know with the help of the Lord I can do it but my first lesson is next week, so I have to get busy studying.

A Funny Picture I Found Today!

Remember this ! it just made me giggle when I found!

My Brown-eyed girls !!

Lindsay & Raeven

Funny story

Boys will be boys!! Two little boys, ages 8 and 10, were excessively mischievous. They were always getting into trouble and their parents knew all about it. If any mischief occurred in their town, the two boys were probably involved. The boys' mother heard that a preacher in town had been successful in disciplining children, so she asked if he would speak with her boys. The preacher agreed, but he asked to see them individually. So the mother sent the 8 year old first, in the morning, with the older boy to see the preacher in the afternoon. The preacher, a huge man with a booming voice, sat the younger boy down and asked him sternly, 'Do you know where God is, son?' The boy's mouth dropped open, but he made no response, sitting there wide-eyed with his mouth hanging open. So the preacher repeated the question in an even sterner tone, 'Where is God?' Again, the boy made no attempt to answer. The preacher raised his voice even more and shook his finger in the boy's face and bellowed, 'Where is God?' The boy screamed and bolted from the room, ran directly home and dove into his closet, slamming the door behind him. When his older brother found him in the closet, he asked, 'What happened?' The younger brother, gasping for breath, replied, 'We are in BIG trouble this time,' (I just LOVE reading this next line again and again:) 'GOD is missing, and they think we did it!'

Tara's request

Tara this is for you. It is hard to find the time to blog when you are working. There is also not much going on here. Dad has to be at the Roosevelt Hospital tomorrow morning he has to be there at 7:00 am so I have to get up early to be ready to leave at 6:15 am. I also got a new calling, and now I'm very nervous about it.