Monday, March 28, 2011
Last week was definitely temple week for our family. Wednesday, after our little over nighter, Brian and I went to the temple together. It was wonderful to be with my husband in the House of the Lord. Then that night, we found out that our nephew and his wife were going through the temple to recieve their endowments on Friday and then going again on Saturday to be sealed. We we excited to be able to attend both times. Miriam, Katrina and Thomas watched my nephew's kids while we were at the temple. I'm glad they got a chance to serve in this way. Going to the temple three times in a week is a wonderful way to spend the time.
It is Monday again already. I think we had a nice week last week. On Tuesday after the kids got out of school and Brian got off work, he and I went out of town for a short getaway. We stayed over at our favorite hotel. Highlights of our Tuesday evening were free hot chocolate and cheesy popcorn, delicious cream of mushroom soup for dinner along with incredible dinner rolls (we at at the hotel's restaurant), dessert ordered in later while watching Independence day, and of course and most especially being with Brian. Wednesday we enjoyed a cooked-to-order breakfast and for lunch we had the Grandpa special--Taco Bell. Sure, we did other things besides eat, but this post is all about the food.
Sunday, March 20, 2011
Cassandra and Emerson are having a baby girl. My grand daughter!
Brian has been exercising regularly.
We have a nice house with room enough for everyone.
Miriam and Katrina have been exercising.
I have been interacting with my siblings more.
We have a pantry upstairs and downstairs full of food.
We have many copies of the Book of Mormon. Most of the kids read it daily. Almost all of the kids, if not all, pray daily.
Brian has a good job with good pay and good hours.
We’ve been having fhe, family prayer, family scriptures.
We are safe.
Spring is almost here.
One of my kids is reading the New Era as I write.
We have a nice yard.
Our house isn’t always clean, but it rarely gets out of hand.
We have family close by to visit.
We are going to the temple this week.
My husband loves me. My children love us.
We have good schools to send our kids to.
Jon is attending a good college.
The kids know how to cook.
We play hymns on Sunday and at night.
We have good cars.
Our kids don’t mind doing things with us.
The kids have good Young Men’s and Young Women’s leaders.
Brian and I have nice church callings.
We have the gospel
I can fast when I need strength, comfort, guidance.
My kids like to read.
I have a budget for the things I need.
We have warm water, soft beds, warmth in winter and cool In summer.
We have each other.
We have work to keep us busy.
We have information at our fingertips.
We can contact loved ones whenever we want.
We have the freedom to worship, speak, and act according to the dictates of our own consciences.
I have nice neighbors and friends.
My kids are trying to do good.
Brian is smart and healthy.
My kids are smart and healthy.
We can rest on the Sabbath day.
We have clean water and fresh air.
Friday, March 11, 2011
Poor Grandma, earlier that day, she had fallen and hit her head on the heater. We were very worried about her and wondered if we should even get together, but we got the word that the gathering was on. We were all very happy when Grandma came out. She had a big bandage on her head. She sat and visited a bit. Grandma has got to be one of the sweetest ladies in the whole world. Her presence was welcome and needed.
Then the story telling began! My dad and Uncle Wallace were the self proclaimed story tellers. It was great! They swapped yarns complete with actions, gestures, and even background music on the guitar. Ed and Milt added a bit. We sang some songs, too. Wallace and Edith had set up a quilt. I heard it was the last one my grandpa worked on and that we were finishing it for him. A wonderful, wonderful get together!
Of course, there were stories. Before Grandma left, Milt talked about what a wonderful mother she was. We were all impressed by grandma’s patience and understanding when Milt told about some of the dangerous things he’d do with his brothers and described how Grandma would come out, ask if anyone was hurt, and after being reassured, go back to what she had been doing.
In order to explain dinner, I have to give the history of Grandpa and Taco bell. Apparently Grandpa loved taco bell. He was eating there once a week up to the week he died. In fact, his last real meal was reportedly at Taco Bell (although he did eat a bit of ice cream after that as previously mentioned.) Well, he went there so much, that all the Taco Bell employees knew him and would start cooking up his usual order the minute they saw him out in the parking lot. In fact, one day, he decided to change the old routine, parking in the same lot, but heading for the KFC next door. Apparently the manager ran out and stopped him, telling him he was going to the wrong place for lunch! Not only that, but a few of the Taco Bell employees were at Grandpa’s funeral for which we are grateful. By now it should be obvious where ninety some-odd descendants of Grandpa went to eat the night of his funeral—you guessed it—Taco Bell. Don’t worry, Aunt Martha called way ahead of time to warn them. They said they’d be ready and they were. We started showing up at 5:30 and kept coming steadily for more than an hour. We had an absolute blast. Taco Bell has never tasted so good. The other Taco Bell customers didn’t know what to think. I actually went up to explain about us and Grandpa to two men who were standing there looking a bit confused. I saw someone walk up to them later and do the same thing. I have to wonder how many times that night they heard Grandpa’s story! Eating at Taco Bell was the perfect way to end a wonderful day.
Our trip home consisted of more reading of “To the Rescue," the biography of President Monson. So we in essence celebrated the lives of two great men on that trip—our grandpa and our prophet.