If you remember about a month or so ago I posted that I had dreamt that I was living with Gene Simmons (from the rock band KISS) and his family. It was just a normal every day routine kind of dream of doing normal family things, dinner, driving kids back and forth to school and lessons etc. I woke up thinking what the heck?? Of all men to dream about he wouldn't have made my top ten list. It couldn't get any weirder then that.
Or so I thought. I had a very hard time going to sleep last night. My right leg was still throbbing from my fall and at 3 I finally took some painkillers and went back to bed. Somewhere between then and 5:30 when Keith's alarm went off, I dreamt I now was living with Mike Holmes off the HGTV show Holmes on Homes. Not just me of course. Keith was there as well. That show is by far my favorite reno show but Keith can't watch an entire episode without complaining about something, that he didn't do this or he didn't do that. I keep telling him the show is only an hour long and most of the show's boring points are on the cutting room floor. Realistically he only goes on and on about the show because he is SO ALIKE to Mike Holmes in real life. He absolutely hates going in after a supposedly expert to fix their errors.
In my dream Keith and Mike were in a reno contest fixing a house we were building. Well actually it wasn't our house they were just fixing up a big mess and whoever did the best repairs got to live in it. Our daughter was the judge to boot LOL They tied for first place and we all got to live in the house as one big happy family! I do have to say though... there wouldn't be an earthquake, tornado, flood or anything remotely disasterous that could have blown that house to the ground. It was solid!!
I either watch way too much HGTV and A&E or am too bored to be dreaming like this. I wonder who is next on my dream roster???I wonder if I can put in requests?
Monday, October 22, 2007
Saturday, October 20, 2007
I forgot I wasn't young anymore
So tonight I did a very stupid thing although in my defense I didn't know I was doing it till I was actually doing it. I fell. Plain and simple I fell. I had just parked the Jeep in a stall and stepped out. I guess I was really close to the tree curb that when I climbed out I stepped on the landscaped area inside the curb. It was pitch dark outside and full rain. I started walking away the same time I slammed the door (I know I know Keith.. stop slamming the door) but it made a "thud" noise instead of a clang kind of like when a seat belt gets caught in the door. So I just twisted to look over my shoulder but the door was shut all the day so kept going. Needless to say with my face looking OVER my shoulder instead of in front of me, I went to take a step and all of a sudden there was no ground beneath me. Before I even knew what happened I did a half horizontal somersault with a quarter horizontal turn. And this all before I finished butt first in a 6" water puddle next to a drain that was blocked with leaves hence the 6" of water.
I managed to hobble up on my feet then realized my right ankle had been twisted. Great!! I also had landed full weight on my right leg joint. All week I have been in pain with that exact joint. Not going to help matters any. I went in the store as I called Keith to let him know I would be late getting home. He asked me if I wanted him to come get me. I had to smile. We have one vehicle and I had just parked it. But you had to give him kudos!!
I used to be able to do that exact "spill" the 4 years I was a cheerleader.. minus the butt landing and never missed not once. Now I know I am not 15 anymore. My body can't bend and twist at will. Well I guess it can... just a lot more consequences now. So after getting home and checking things out I can say that nothing is broken, my left palm and right knee are scraped. I am going to have a wonderful checkerboard on my right thigh and butt tomorrow and my ankle hurts. But all in all I think I did a remarkable job at recovery for a 51 year old Mum of 5 and Nana of 12.
The irony of it all? I was in the parking lot of the pharmacy to get a prescription filled for painkillers :-D
I managed to hobble up on my feet then realized my right ankle had been twisted. Great!! I also had landed full weight on my right leg joint. All week I have been in pain with that exact joint. Not going to help matters any. I went in the store as I called Keith to let him know I would be late getting home. He asked me if I wanted him to come get me. I had to smile. We have one vehicle and I had just parked it. But you had to give him kudos!!
I used to be able to do that exact "spill" the 4 years I was a cheerleader.. minus the butt landing and never missed not once. Now I know I am not 15 anymore. My body can't bend and twist at will. Well I guess it can... just a lot more consequences now. So after getting home and checking things out I can say that nothing is broken, my left palm and right knee are scraped. I am going to have a wonderful checkerboard on my right thigh and butt tomorrow and my ankle hurts. But all in all I think I did a remarkable job at recovery for a 51 year old Mum of 5 and Nana of 12.
The irony of it all? I was in the parking lot of the pharmacy to get a prescription filled for painkillers :-D
Wednesday, October 17, 2007
CHOCOLATE
We as in Keith and I were at Costco the other day and of course we end up picking a day where there are food tasting at every corner. I usually am quite immune to trying anything as it usually is calorie ridden and I just don't go there. But we came around a corner and they were displaying cookies.. shortbread cookies dipped different ways in chocolate.
I walked away and did about 3 more aisles all the while listening to that dang chocolate shortbread screaming my name. So fine.. I'm weak what can I say.. I go back and have some. It was after all only HALF a cookie. Keith had already had at least 3. He can sweet talk (No pun intended) anyone into anything. I take one bite of it and nearly gagged. Actually I must have out loud cause the person in front of me turned to look at me. I turned to Keith and opened my mouth as if to spit it out and realized I had nothing to spit into. Now had it been one of my grandkids doing that I would have just stuck my bare hand out and took what was coming out of their mouth.
But no such luck with Keith so I swallowed it. OH MY GOSH!! It was vile it was by far the MOST horrid tasting thing I had ever tasted!!! Keith of course by this time is nearly wetting his pants he thinks it is so funny. Then I guess he realized by the look on my face he had better stop laughing that very second and stopped cold turkey. I looked at him and very quietly said " Why did you let me go eat that knowing full well that was dark truffle chocolate on that cookie?"
He replied "chocolate is chocolate what's the difference .. you like chocolate". So I had to spend the rest of our shopping expedition explaining to him the differences in chocolate. I like chocolate bars, I like milk chocolate, I like white chocolate, I like hot chocolate on cold days, I like hot fudge sauce. I do NOT like dark chocolate, I do not like chocolate cake, I do not like chocolate milk or shake, I do not like chocolate icing and most of all I HATE absolutely HATE truffle chocolate. By the end of this conversation we had reached the checkout and he just looked at me and said " You give me a headache. How am I supposed to remember all that"?
Men!! I mean really!! How hard is it to remember different kinds of chocolate. If they can remember the sizes of all their screwdrivers and bits why can't they remember facts about chocolate?
I walked away and did about 3 more aisles all the while listening to that dang chocolate shortbread screaming my name. So fine.. I'm weak what can I say.. I go back and have some. It was after all only HALF a cookie. Keith had already had at least 3. He can sweet talk (No pun intended) anyone into anything. I take one bite of it and nearly gagged. Actually I must have out loud cause the person in front of me turned to look at me. I turned to Keith and opened my mouth as if to spit it out and realized I had nothing to spit into. Now had it been one of my grandkids doing that I would have just stuck my bare hand out and took what was coming out of their mouth.
But no such luck with Keith so I swallowed it. OH MY GOSH!! It was vile it was by far the MOST horrid tasting thing I had ever tasted!!! Keith of course by this time is nearly wetting his pants he thinks it is so funny. Then I guess he realized by the look on my face he had better stop laughing that very second and stopped cold turkey. I looked at him and very quietly said " Why did you let me go eat that knowing full well that was dark truffle chocolate on that cookie?"
He replied "chocolate is chocolate what's the difference .. you like chocolate". So I had to spend the rest of our shopping expedition explaining to him the differences in chocolate. I like chocolate bars, I like milk chocolate, I like white chocolate, I like hot chocolate on cold days, I like hot fudge sauce. I do NOT like dark chocolate, I do not like chocolate cake, I do not like chocolate milk or shake, I do not like chocolate icing and most of all I HATE absolutely HATE truffle chocolate. By the end of this conversation we had reached the checkout and he just looked at me and said " You give me a headache. How am I supposed to remember all that"?
Men!! I mean really!! How hard is it to remember different kinds of chocolate. If they can remember the sizes of all their screwdrivers and bits why can't they remember facts about chocolate?
Tuesday, October 16, 2007
Bedding Dilemma
Every morning I go through the same problem. I try and fit the sheets on the mattress. What you ask? Why not get sheets that fit my mattress? Well easier said then done. See.... we have a queen size bed that is barely a year old. The mattress has a 4" pillow top. So get sheets that have deep pockets.. yup been there done that check my linen closet if you do not believe me.
The problem is on top of the mattress I have a 3" memory foam mattress. So last week while I was out with Lareta we were talking about it and thought hey why not get king size sheets and that will fit perfectly!! Well so it fit perfectly in my mind. The elastic on the bottom fitted sheet goes all the way down to cover the sides of the mattress.. yeahhh...but there is too much fabric on the top and I have to wake Keith up at least once a night to help straighten out the sheet as there are wrinkles in them. Many nights I think of that fairy tale the Princess and the Pea and I empathize with her. When my spine is hurting or my muscles aching from the FM flareups, every little wrinkle feels like steel bars.
Sigh back to the drawing board......I am definitely open for suggestions.
The problem is on top of the mattress I have a 3" memory foam mattress. So last week while I was out with Lareta we were talking about it and thought hey why not get king size sheets and that will fit perfectly!! Well so it fit perfectly in my mind. The elastic on the bottom fitted sheet goes all the way down to cover the sides of the mattress.. yeahhh...but there is too much fabric on the top and I have to wake Keith up at least once a night to help straighten out the sheet as there are wrinkles in them. Many nights I think of that fairy tale the Princess and the Pea and I empathize with her. When my spine is hurting or my muscles aching from the FM flareups, every little wrinkle feels like steel bars.
Sigh back to the drawing board......I am definitely open for suggestions.
Monday, October 15, 2007
Conersion Story
My husband and I were in the middle of painting the inside of our home (not an easy feat with 5 children under the age of 5) 29 years ago when we get a phone call on a Thursday evening. My husband got off the phone to say that 2 young men from some church wanted to come over and give us a message. I said are you kidding? Did you not tell them we are in the middle of painting? He replied that he had and they had said that was fine and they would be over after dinner the following night.
I forgot all about it till the doorbell rang. In enters these 2 young men neatly dressed in suits and I’m thinking oh please do not touch any walls or let the children near you!! We had a clean sheet on the couch to save it from paint and they sat down. Our children were clamoring all over them especially when one of them started doing magic tricks. Kids were hooked. I kept waiting for “this message” but none came. After about an hour visit they said they had to go but was there anything they could help us with. Keith jokingly said well we are about to start the living room in the morning and they said they would be over to help and what time. He replied 6 and they said they would be here. I thought yeah right.
But bright and early they were at our door. I offered them breakfast which they gratefully accepted although they declined the coffee. All day they painted alongside Keith. We had lunch and still no message. One of our neighbors was moving and Keith had told her he would help her load their truck so he and the Elders went and helped. By the time they got back dinner was ready and they stayed. I figured it was the least I could do after all they had done. They ate and then left saying they had an appointment. All evening we kept talking about how we still had not gotten our message.
The next evening they came back and said could they come by the following night to give us our message. By this time I knew it was a “sales” pitch and did not want to be a part of it. But of course Keith said yes and so the next night they came back.
They asked us what we knew about the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints and we both drew blanks. They asked what we knew about the Mormon Church. I said well I watch the Donny and Marie show and I knew they have more then one wife. They chuckled at that and said no men and women practice monogamy.
They went on to talk in general terms about the church, about families and about being eternal. Right out of the blue Keith looks at them and says “I’m ready”. They said ready about what? He said “to be baptized, isn’t this what this is all about?” I am madly making faces at him trying to get his attention but he was choosing to ignore me. The Elders said well yes of course but we have to go through a series of lessons before that can happen. Keith told them that they had better hurry up as he was ready.
He had heard the phrase eternal family and that was it in his mind. So they taught us the first discussion that evening. Well actually they taught Keith. I was too busy fuming in my head that he had committed us to something without talking to me. After they left with a promise to come back the next night, Keith turned and saw my face. Sometimes Kodak moments tend to happen without the benefit of a camera nearby. He just looked at me and said “What?”
I asked him why he would say yes without checking with me. He replied that we had been going from one church to another church every week or so trying to find one for us. But we kept hitting wrong ones and here was one that talked about eternal families which was what we had wanted. That was completely beside the point. He had not talked it over with me.
Over the next week, I found excuses not to be in the room for the lessons or else I would say I had to check on the children or I was there in body only and in my head I was doing grocery lists. Keith would ask me why I was so unresponsive (usually I never stop talking) and I flat out told him that this was not a Sunday church that this was a 24/7 church. He asked how I knew this and I said I just feel it is.
The Elders (which by the way I thought it was weird that 2 guys would have the exact first name.. Elder.. what were the odds?) asked us to commit to baptism and we both said yes. The morning of the baptism I told Keith I was not going to do it. He called the Elders at 6 am and told them how I was feeling. By 7am they were at the house. They helped me get the children ready for school. We cleaned up from breakfast and we talked. Not even so much about the gospel we just talked. About why they were on missions, their sacrifices, their families who missed them back home, their upbringings. We read scriptures and just … well just talked. I felt better about the baptism but was still not convinced.
One of the Elders finally looked at me and said Satan has 7 tools he uses when he wants to sway someone to do/not do what he wants. I can’t remember the first 6 but the last tool they said was the tool of discouragement. Satan knows that if he can get someone discouraged about something, he knows they will falter. They finally left after Keith got back from work. We called our parents to tell them what we were about to do. My in-laws were a little disappointed but they felt if it meant it would get Keith to church and be a better person then all the better. I didn’t fare very well. I was basically told if I changed my religion (I was Catholic) I could basically forget to ever go see my parents. That hurt as I was very close to my family.
All the way to the church that night I kept telling Keith I did not want to go through this. I had 5 small children, my hands were full, I just did not need one more thing on my plate at that moment. But we kept driving. We got to the church and Keith went first. The Elder that was going to be baptizing me just had another quiet prayer with me off to the side before we went into the water. I was shaking so bad I had no idea how he would keep me in the water.
He said the baptismal prayer and as he lifted me out of the water I was hit by the brightest light I had ever seen or have yet ever seen. I was completely blinded. I kept hearing a “Are you all right?” in my ear but couldn’t see who was talking to me. Then a feeling of great peace settled literally over my entire body. The whiteness dissipated and I turned to the Elder to say something but he just smiled at me and said “its ok I know”.
I never regretted that moment. I am glad Keith “forced” me into being baptized. Several years later we were sealed in the Cardston temple. Because we were a blended family it took another year to be able to have our children sealed to us. We decided to have them sealed in the SLC temple. We had remained very close with the Elders that had baptized us. Unbeknownst to us, they had gotten in touch with as many missionaries that they could find that had come through our doors in the past 4 or so years. When we walked in the room we expected 2 Elders and their wives. What we saw was literally standing room only of Elders and Sisters and their families. It blew me away. The officiator said that this had been the first time that he had officiated at a sealing where there were so many missionaries there. Usually it is family. We looked at him and said this is our family.
I will be forever grateful for those two young men. We did eventually ask them where they had found us as we had not been tracted out. It had been very very hot that week, hitting the above 45 degree Celsius. It had been just too hot to go door to door so they would go to their phone book, close their eyes and roam with their finger till they felt right and then go to their map on the wall to see if it was in their area. We laugh at that. Very unconventional way of tracting but it had worked for us. But these 2 Elders not only blew all records for member baptisms when they were out but they broke all records on member retention. Any one can baptize people but it’s not every missionary that can teach so well that the members remain faithful. It doesn’t mean we haven’t had our moments when we thought this was too much but we always go back to that 7th tool and remember that Satan almost had us and we straighten up.
When one of our sons was getting married in the Seattle temple, we were gathered in the front just waiting to go in and all of a sudden we see this couple walking towards us. It was one of the Elders and his wife. They had flown all the way in just to be there to support us. Then they flew back home after the ceremony.
That one little baptism that one night gave way to 5 children being baptized, 1 son serving an honorable mission, 2 children sealed for all time and eternity in the temple, 3 children married in the church, and 4 grandchildren baptized with one more on the 28th of this month. It has been a long hard road but one I am so glad I followed.
I forgot all about it till the doorbell rang. In enters these 2 young men neatly dressed in suits and I’m thinking oh please do not touch any walls or let the children near you!! We had a clean sheet on the couch to save it from paint and they sat down. Our children were clamoring all over them especially when one of them started doing magic tricks. Kids were hooked. I kept waiting for “this message” but none came. After about an hour visit they said they had to go but was there anything they could help us with. Keith jokingly said well we are about to start the living room in the morning and they said they would be over to help and what time. He replied 6 and they said they would be here. I thought yeah right.
But bright and early they were at our door. I offered them breakfast which they gratefully accepted although they declined the coffee. All day they painted alongside Keith. We had lunch and still no message. One of our neighbors was moving and Keith had told her he would help her load their truck so he and the Elders went and helped. By the time they got back dinner was ready and they stayed. I figured it was the least I could do after all they had done. They ate and then left saying they had an appointment. All evening we kept talking about how we still had not gotten our message.
The next evening they came back and said could they come by the following night to give us our message. By this time I knew it was a “sales” pitch and did not want to be a part of it. But of course Keith said yes and so the next night they came back.
They asked us what we knew about the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints and we both drew blanks. They asked what we knew about the Mormon Church. I said well I watch the Donny and Marie show and I knew they have more then one wife. They chuckled at that and said no men and women practice monogamy.
They went on to talk in general terms about the church, about families and about being eternal. Right out of the blue Keith looks at them and says “I’m ready”. They said ready about what? He said “to be baptized, isn’t this what this is all about?” I am madly making faces at him trying to get his attention but he was choosing to ignore me. The Elders said well yes of course but we have to go through a series of lessons before that can happen. Keith told them that they had better hurry up as he was ready.
He had heard the phrase eternal family and that was it in his mind. So they taught us the first discussion that evening. Well actually they taught Keith. I was too busy fuming in my head that he had committed us to something without talking to me. After they left with a promise to come back the next night, Keith turned and saw my face. Sometimes Kodak moments tend to happen without the benefit of a camera nearby. He just looked at me and said “What?”
I asked him why he would say yes without checking with me. He replied that we had been going from one church to another church every week or so trying to find one for us. But we kept hitting wrong ones and here was one that talked about eternal families which was what we had wanted. That was completely beside the point. He had not talked it over with me.
Over the next week, I found excuses not to be in the room for the lessons or else I would say I had to check on the children or I was there in body only and in my head I was doing grocery lists. Keith would ask me why I was so unresponsive (usually I never stop talking) and I flat out told him that this was not a Sunday church that this was a 24/7 church. He asked how I knew this and I said I just feel it is.
The Elders (which by the way I thought it was weird that 2 guys would have the exact first name.. Elder.. what were the odds?) asked us to commit to baptism and we both said yes. The morning of the baptism I told Keith I was not going to do it. He called the Elders at 6 am and told them how I was feeling. By 7am they were at the house. They helped me get the children ready for school. We cleaned up from breakfast and we talked. Not even so much about the gospel we just talked. About why they were on missions, their sacrifices, their families who missed them back home, their upbringings. We read scriptures and just … well just talked. I felt better about the baptism but was still not convinced.
One of the Elders finally looked at me and said Satan has 7 tools he uses when he wants to sway someone to do/not do what he wants. I can’t remember the first 6 but the last tool they said was the tool of discouragement. Satan knows that if he can get someone discouraged about something, he knows they will falter. They finally left after Keith got back from work. We called our parents to tell them what we were about to do. My in-laws were a little disappointed but they felt if it meant it would get Keith to church and be a better person then all the better. I didn’t fare very well. I was basically told if I changed my religion (I was Catholic) I could basically forget to ever go see my parents. That hurt as I was very close to my family.
All the way to the church that night I kept telling Keith I did not want to go through this. I had 5 small children, my hands were full, I just did not need one more thing on my plate at that moment. But we kept driving. We got to the church and Keith went first. The Elder that was going to be baptizing me just had another quiet prayer with me off to the side before we went into the water. I was shaking so bad I had no idea how he would keep me in the water.
He said the baptismal prayer and as he lifted me out of the water I was hit by the brightest light I had ever seen or have yet ever seen. I was completely blinded. I kept hearing a “Are you all right?” in my ear but couldn’t see who was talking to me. Then a feeling of great peace settled literally over my entire body. The whiteness dissipated and I turned to the Elder to say something but he just smiled at me and said “its ok I know”.
I never regretted that moment. I am glad Keith “forced” me into being baptized. Several years later we were sealed in the Cardston temple. Because we were a blended family it took another year to be able to have our children sealed to us. We decided to have them sealed in the SLC temple. We had remained very close with the Elders that had baptized us. Unbeknownst to us, they had gotten in touch with as many missionaries that they could find that had come through our doors in the past 4 or so years. When we walked in the room we expected 2 Elders and their wives. What we saw was literally standing room only of Elders and Sisters and their families. It blew me away. The officiator said that this had been the first time that he had officiated at a sealing where there were so many missionaries there. Usually it is family. We looked at him and said this is our family.
I will be forever grateful for those two young men. We did eventually ask them where they had found us as we had not been tracted out. It had been very very hot that week, hitting the above 45 degree Celsius. It had been just too hot to go door to door so they would go to their phone book, close their eyes and roam with their finger till they felt right and then go to their map on the wall to see if it was in their area. We laugh at that. Very unconventional way of tracting but it had worked for us. But these 2 Elders not only blew all records for member baptisms when they were out but they broke all records on member retention. Any one can baptize people but it’s not every missionary that can teach so well that the members remain faithful. It doesn’t mean we haven’t had our moments when we thought this was too much but we always go back to that 7th tool and remember that Satan almost had us and we straighten up.
When one of our sons was getting married in the Seattle temple, we were gathered in the front just waiting to go in and all of a sudden we see this couple walking towards us. It was one of the Elders and his wife. They had flown all the way in just to be there to support us. Then they flew back home after the ceremony.
That one little baptism that one night gave way to 5 children being baptized, 1 son serving an honorable mission, 2 children sealed for all time and eternity in the temple, 3 children married in the church, and 4 grandchildren baptized with one more on the 28th of this month. It has been a long hard road but one I am so glad I followed.
Wednesday, October 10, 2007
Seriously ticked off
Well I am spitting nails right now I am so upset!! I just went through 2 completely different issues both dealing with family history and both just boiled my blood. I had taken some books out of the city library a couple of weeks ago. One was really good dealt with how to write your family history book (which I am planning on doing) as well as dealing with brick walls, of which I have many. I dropped my books off and went inside with my granddaughters to do story time. Afterwards I went to check some books out and they told me I had a blocked book. A what? They said I had returned a damaged book. I don't think so. So they showed me and the entire top of the book was very wet from the first page to the last about 1 1/2 inches down. WHAT THE HECK??
I got my book bag out from under the stroller and it is completely dry. I had another book in there that I had been planning on renewing and it was perfectly dry. I said how the heck can that be so wet and everything else I dropped off be dry. He had no answer for me except I had to buy the book. UGHHHHHHHHH
Then I get home still steaming, literally and figuratively as it is very muggy and I was overdressed as it had been cold this morning when I left. I open my mail and there is a letter from France stating that the city that I was inquiring about in my family did not keep church records or any other records other then nobility before 1590 (which is the marriage date of the last ancestor that I have located on my father's paternal line. ARE YOU KIDDING ME??? Nephi kept records and he was born way before 1590!!! I have about 6 more lines that I am on or about early 1600's and I am going to probably find the same problem. This totally sucks.
I need chocolate.. lots and lots of chocolate.
I got my book bag out from under the stroller and it is completely dry. I had another book in there that I had been planning on renewing and it was perfectly dry. I said how the heck can that be so wet and everything else I dropped off be dry. He had no answer for me except I had to buy the book. UGHHHHHHHHH
Then I get home still steaming, literally and figuratively as it is very muggy and I was overdressed as it had been cold this morning when I left. I open my mail and there is a letter from France stating that the city that I was inquiring about in my family did not keep church records or any other records other then nobility before 1590 (which is the marriage date of the last ancestor that I have located on my father's paternal line. ARE YOU KIDDING ME??? Nephi kept records and he was born way before 1590!!! I have about 6 more lines that I am on or about early 1600's and I am going to probably find the same problem. This totally sucks.
I need chocolate.. lots and lots of chocolate.
Monday, October 08, 2007
Happy Thanksgiving!!
We had a wonderful Thanksgiving yesterday!Although it was a very different one. Our youngest son and his wife on my birthday this year gave me the gift of Th'giving dinner at their house so I didn't have to make a thing. They did a great job while I sat at home chewing my nails. I was not used to having someone do the "mom" thing. But they did a phenomenal job. I was having a really bad pain day so was throwing up and ended up just having jello but even that came up so we ended up coming home.
Here are some pictures we took. Something we normally do at our dinners is say what we are thankful for but we forgot yesterday so I would like to post it here
I am thankful for my children for letting me spend as much time with my grandchildren as I do.
I am thankful for my Father in Heaven for giving our son in law's life back this summer.
I am so very thankful for Keith and for ALL that he does for me, the nightly massages, the waking up in the middle of the night to go walking with me to get the "bugs" out of my legs. I am thankful he is so patient with me and my illnesses I never have to say I'm sorry for still being in my pajamas some days when he gets home from work. He loves me unconditionally and I thankful for that.
I am thankful for my new job at the family history centre!! I love being with other people and helping them with their family history problems.
I am thankful for the gospel in my life and for all that it means to me.
I am thankful to be alive.
What are you thankful for?
Here are some pictures we took. Something we normally do at our dinners is say what we are thankful for but we forgot yesterday so I would like to post it here
I am thankful for my children for letting me spend as much time with my grandchildren as I do.
I am thankful for my Father in Heaven for giving our son in law's life back this summer.
I am so very thankful for Keith and for ALL that he does for me, the nightly massages, the waking up in the middle of the night to go walking with me to get the "bugs" out of my legs. I am thankful he is so patient with me and my illnesses I never have to say I'm sorry for still being in my pajamas some days when he gets home from work. He loves me unconditionally and I thankful for that.
I am thankful for my new job at the family history centre!! I love being with other people and helping them with their family history problems.
I am thankful for the gospel in my life and for all that it means to me.
I am thankful to be alive.
What are you thankful for?
Sunday, October 07, 2007
Little things in life
This week 2 of our granddaughters helped me make cinnamon buns for Papa. They were all about making each one exactly the same as each others and each cut bun had to be perfectly straight on the pan.. but of course they have neither inherited my OCD traits!! OH NO! They got their little chairs out to sit in front of the oven so they could watch them grow and bake. I had set the timer to ring and told them to listen for it but every 10 seconds came a "Nana it's ready!"
Finally the timer goes off. They had been so concentrated on this watching that it startled the pants off them, they cleared right off the chairs and started screaming and running over their chairs. I swear it was right out of an old Abbot and Costello movie. And if you even think of having to ask who is that you are dead meat!
We finally got the buns cooled off enough for them to ice although I am pretty sure more icing got in their mouths. So when it was all done they each sat down and ate one. Which translates into "Nana we're done you have it now". Oh sure now you give it to me when all the icing is gone! What kind of fun do I want a bun with no glaze on it? Anyway we had a good day baking for Papa :)
Finally the timer goes off. They had been so concentrated on this watching that it startled the pants off them, they cleared right off the chairs and started screaming and running over their chairs. I swear it was right out of an old Abbot and Costello movie. And if you even think of having to ask who is that you are dead meat!
We finally got the buns cooled off enough for them to ice although I am pretty sure more icing got in their mouths. So when it was all done they each sat down and ate one. Which translates into "Nana we're done you have it now". Oh sure now you give it to me when all the icing is gone! What kind of fun do I want a bun with no glaze on it? Anyway we had a good day baking for Papa :)
Thursday, October 04, 2007
Fancy way of saying illegitimate child
I have been stuck on one of my family lines for history. It seemed like this insurmountable brick wall (of which I have so many) and I couldn't find out why or a way around. But I am good at digging and our family history centre where I volunteer has some new programs that are free sites for them but paid for at home. So awhile back I decided to search and see if I could find this ancestor and sure enough I finally got a copy of a baptismal certificate yesterday. Now you have to understand that to the French Catholic people, baptismal certificates hold more credence then birth certificate. I had to shake my head after I read it and though no bloody wonder I hit so many brick walls with my ancestors!!! This information was actually written on the certificate.
And I quote (the ancestor's name is Gabriel Lemieux by the way) "This Wednesday, tenth day of April 1630, was baptized the son of Anne Le Cornu, before Jean Le Cornu, her father, said Anne having had carnal relations, on the verbal promise of marrying Thomas Lemieux, now deceased, the infant being named Gabriel by Anne Le Cornu, widow of Jean Le Parent, aunt of said Anne, mother of the child and by Guillaume Baniguot, father of the second wife of said Jean Le Cornu, Godfather."
Then it continues by stating "In his marriage contact August 11, 1658 with Marguerite Leboeuf before notary public Audoart, Gabriel presented himself as the son of Louis Lenieux and Marie Luguan, widow of Pierre Lemieux. This was not the truth. Gabriel also lied about his age in various documents which added to the confusion." End of quote
No... ya think??? What confusion can there possibly be?? Note to self.. on Judgment day remember to ask God if it was so important that we do family history to record our families then why did He have to make it so difficult? I am going to frame this one on my wall cause after this one, all the rest of my work will seem so simple.
And I quote (the ancestor's name is Gabriel Lemieux by the way) "This Wednesday, tenth day of April 1630, was baptized the son of Anne Le Cornu, before Jean Le Cornu, her father, said Anne having had carnal relations, on the verbal promise of marrying Thomas Lemieux, now deceased, the infant being named Gabriel by Anne Le Cornu, widow of Jean Le Parent, aunt of said Anne, mother of the child and by Guillaume Baniguot, father of the second wife of said Jean Le Cornu, Godfather."
Then it continues by stating "In his marriage contact August 11, 1658 with Marguerite Leboeuf before notary public Audoart, Gabriel presented himself as the son of Louis Lenieux and Marie Luguan, widow of Pierre Lemieux. This was not the truth. Gabriel also lied about his age in various documents which added to the confusion." End of quote
No... ya think??? What confusion can there possibly be?? Note to self.. on Judgment day remember to ask God if it was so important that we do family history to record our families then why did He have to make it so difficult? I am going to frame this one on my wall cause after this one, all the rest of my work will seem so simple.
Tuesday, October 02, 2007
Seminar
I just wanted to invite all of you who read this (and yes that includes all you lurkers! You think I can't see you? I am a Nana I can see through everything!) to our 11th annual Family History Seminar that will be held Saturday October 13th from 8-4. I am enclosing a copy of the handout as well as a description of all the classes. You can come to one class, 3 classes or spend the whole day :)
There is no child care though but everyone over 12 is invited. Bring a bag lunch if you are going to be spending all day there although there won't be a fridge to keep it cold . It is going to be amazing!! Any classes that have a happy face beside it is for beginners although anyone can attend it. There literally is a class for everyone so pick and choose. The instructors are all very experienced! If you have any questions you know where I am :)
Hello Everyone :)
There is no child care though but everyone over 12 is invited. Bring a bag lunch if you are going to be spending all day there although there won't be a fridge to keep it cold . It is going to be amazing!! Any classes that have a happy face beside it is for beginners although anyone can attend it. There literally is a class for everyone so pick and choose. The instructors are all very experienced! If you have any questions you know where I am :)
Hello Everyone :)
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