Orem City Days Parade June 13, 2009
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Sunday, June 14, 2009
Our family watching the Orem City Days Parade June 13, 2009. We had 7 of our 9 children and their spouses and grandkids there! It was so fun to all be together. The grandkids look forward to this every year. At the end of the parade, it starting pouring, so we all ran home! Then watched the fireworks from our houses at 10:00.Saturday, May 23, 2009
Friday, May 22, 2009
Sunday, April 5, 2009
Sunday, March 1, 2009
Kristen and Cooper at our Scrapbook Party at Shelley's. Well, actually, we blogged and ate treats and watching funny videos on U-Tube.
Can you believe 6 computers going at once!! We are totally addicted!
What would we do without Shelley's famous scrapbook parties!!!! Thank you for Shelley for opening up your house to our tribe!! We had people sleeping everywhere!!!! So fun! 
Shelley used baby items for the centerpieces for the tables at Dawn's shower; the fun part was that Dawn got to keep all of them for her baby!
Cute idea!!!!!
Shelley's friend, Pat, brought this cake for the shower. Pat's friend made it; she taught herself how to decorate cakes by going on the internet! Wow! I am way impressed!!!!
Joni at Dawn's baby shower. This was a way fun shower! Shelley had done so many cute things and the food was soooo good! Wow! Can't believe I will be a Great Grandma in about 2 weeks! her name will be Liliana Elizabeth.
Julie and Joni had to get their bibs on to eat!!!! LOL
Dawn opening her gifts; she got a ton a darling girl things!!!!
This is at a home in the Parade of Homes in St. George that we went to. This hottub is down in a tunnel you go through by the swimming pool. TV even!!!
Ok, this is how I want my backyard to to look like!! This home was only $3 million with $600,000 in furnishings!! No problem!!
Beautiful dining room facing the pool!!!
My sister Margaret; someday I'm going to get brave and go grey like her!!! She and Bill came up to attend the wrestling tournaments for their grandson, Chase. I went to one of the events; wow, I've never seen wrestling before! It was way interesting to see how hard these kids work!!!
Margaret and Bill are going on a mission next month to Nauvoo for a temple mission; they will be working for 6 months in the temple. Can you imagine how great!!
Sunday, February 1, 2009
Sunday, January 25, 2009
Hey, that's me in the mirrow!!!
Old Lady in the Mirror
A very weird thing has happened. A strange old lady has moved into my house. I have no idea where she came from, or how she got in. I certainly did not invite her. All I know is that one day she wasn't there, and the next day, she was.
She is a clever old lady, and manages to keep out of sight for the most part, but whenever I pass a mirror, I catch a glimpse of her. And whenever I look in the mirror to check my appearance, there she is hogging the whole thing, completely obliterating my gorgeous face and body. This is very rude. I have tried screaming at her, but she just screams back.
If she insists on hanging around, the least she could do is offer to pay part of the rent, but no. Every once in a while, I find a dollar bill stuck in a coat pocket, or some loose change under a sofa cushion, but it is not nearly enough.
I don't want to jump to conclusions, but I think she is stealing money from me. I go to the ATM and withdraw $100, and a few days later it's all gone. I certainly don't spend money THAT fast, so I can only conclude that the money is to buy wrinkle cream. She needs it. And money isn't the only thing I think she is stealing. Food seems to disappear at an alarming rate - especially the good stuff like ice cream, cookies, and candy. I can't seem to keep that stuff in the house anymore. She must have a real sweet tooth, but she'd better watch it, because she is really packing on the pounds. I suspect she realizes this, and to make herself feel better, she is tampering with my scale to make me think I am putting on weight, too.
For an old lady, she is quite childish. She likes to play nasty games, like going into my closets when I'm not home and altering my clothes so they don't fit. And she messes with my files and papers so I can't find anything. This is particularly annoying since I am extremely neat and organized. She also fiddles with my VCR so it does not record what I have carefully and correctly programmed.
She has found other imaginative ways to annoy me. She gets into my mail, newspapers, and magazines before I do, and blurs the print so I can't read it. And she has done something really sinister to the volume controls on my TV, radio and telephone. Now, all I hear are mumbles and whispers.
She has done other things - like make my stairs steeper, my vacuum cleaner heavier and all my knobs and faucets harder to turn. She even made my bed higher so that getting into and out of it is a real challenge. Lately, she has been fooling with my groceries before I put them away, applying glue to the lids, making it almost impossible for me to open the jars. Is this any way to repay my hospitality?
She has taken the fun out of shopping for clothes. When I try something on, she stands in front of the mirror and monopolizes it. She looks totally ridiculous in some of those outfits, plus, she keeps me from seeing how great they look on me.
Just when I thought she couldn't get any meaner, she proved me wrong. She came along when I went to get my picture taken for my driver's license, and just as the camera shutter clicked, she jumped in front of me! No one is going to believe that the picture of that old lady is me.
Answer to riddle at top of page: You can negotiate with a terrorist.
A very weird thing has happened. A strange old lady has moved into my house. I have no idea where she came from, or how she got in. I certainly did not invite her. All I know is that one day she wasn't there, and the next day, she was.
She is a clever old lady, and manages to keep out of sight for the most part, but whenever I pass a mirror, I catch a glimpse of her. And whenever I look in the mirror to check my appearance, there she is hogging the whole thing, completely obliterating my gorgeous face and body. This is very rude. I have tried screaming at her, but she just screams back.
If she insists on hanging around, the least she could do is offer to pay part of the rent, but no. Every once in a while, I find a dollar bill stuck in a coat pocket, or some loose change under a sofa cushion, but it is not nearly enough.
I don't want to jump to conclusions, but I think she is stealing money from me. I go to the ATM and withdraw $100, and a few days later it's all gone. I certainly don't spend money THAT fast, so I can only conclude that the money is to buy wrinkle cream. She needs it. And money isn't the only thing I think she is stealing. Food seems to disappear at an alarming rate - especially the good stuff like ice cream, cookies, and candy. I can't seem to keep that stuff in the house anymore. She must have a real sweet tooth, but she'd better watch it, because she is really packing on the pounds. I suspect she realizes this, and to make herself feel better, she is tampering with my scale to make me think I am putting on weight, too.
For an old lady, she is quite childish. She likes to play nasty games, like going into my closets when I'm not home and altering my clothes so they don't fit. And she messes with my files and papers so I can't find anything. This is particularly annoying since I am extremely neat and organized. She also fiddles with my VCR so it does not record what I have carefully and correctly programmed.
She has found other imaginative ways to annoy me. She gets into my mail, newspapers, and magazines before I do, and blurs the print so I can't read it. And she has done something really sinister to the volume controls on my TV, radio and telephone. Now, all I hear are mumbles and whispers.
She has done other things - like make my stairs steeper, my vacuum cleaner heavier and all my knobs and faucets harder to turn. She even made my bed higher so that getting into and out of it is a real challenge. Lately, she has been fooling with my groceries before I put them away, applying glue to the lids, making it almost impossible for me to open the jars. Is this any way to repay my hospitality?
She has taken the fun out of shopping for clothes. When I try something on, she stands in front of the mirror and monopolizes it. She looks totally ridiculous in some of those outfits, plus, she keeps me from seeing how great they look on me.
Just when I thought she couldn't get any meaner, she proved me wrong. She came along when I went to get my picture taken for my driver's license, and just as the camera shutter clicked, she jumped in front of me! No one is going to believe that the picture of that old lady is me.
Answer to riddle at top of page: You can negotiate with a terrorist.
Saturday, January 24, 2009
We've all been laughing about our fat rolls, so this will give you a chuckle!!
Mid-life Blues
Mid-life is when the growth of hair on our legs slows down.This gives us plenty of time to care for our newly acquired moustache.
In mid-life women no longer have upper arms, we have wingspans.We are no longer women in sleeveless shirts, we are flying squirrels in drag.
The good news about mid life is that the glass is still half-full,the bad news is that it won't be long before your teeth are floating in it
Mid-life is when you can stand naked in front of a mirrorand you can see your rear end without turning around.
Mid-life is when you go for a mammogram and realize thatit is the only time someone will ask you to appear topless on film.
In mid-life you are still a HOT babe, but now it comes in flashes
Mid-life is when you want to grab every firm young lovely in a tube top and scream"Listen honey, even the Roman Empire fell, and those will, too!"
Mid-life is when you go to the doctor and you realize you are now so old,you have to pay someone to look at you naked
Mid-life brings with it the wisdom to know that life throws us curvesand you're sitting on your biggest ones.
Mid-life is when you start to repeat yourself and your chins follow suit
Mid-life is when you realize that if you were a dog, you'd need a control top flea collar
Mid-life is when you look at your know-it-all, beeper-wearing teenage and think:"For this I have stretch marks??"
Mid-life is when you bounce (a lot), but you don't bounce back (It's more like Splat!)
In mid-life your memory starts to go.In fact, the only thing you can still retain is water.
Mid-life means that your Body By Jake now includes Legs By Rand McNally...more red and blue lines than an accurately scaled map of Wisconsin.
Mid-life means that you become more reflective.You start pondering the "big" questions.What is life? Why am I here?How much Healthy Choice ice cream can I eat before it's no longer a healthy choice?
But, mid-life also brings with it an appreciation for what is important.We realize that breasts sag, hips expand, and chins double,but our loved ones make the journey worthwhile.
Would any of you trade the knowledge you have now for the body you had back then?Maybe our bodies have to expand to hold all the wisdom and love we've acquired...
anyway that's my philosophy and I'm sticking to it!
Mid-life is when the growth of hair on our legs slows down.This gives us plenty of time to care for our newly acquired moustache.
In mid-life women no longer have upper arms, we have wingspans.We are no longer women in sleeveless shirts, we are flying squirrels in drag.
The good news about mid life is that the glass is still half-full,the bad news is that it won't be long before your teeth are floating in it
Mid-life is when you can stand naked in front of a mirrorand you can see your rear end without turning around.
Mid-life is when you go for a mammogram and realize thatit is the only time someone will ask you to appear topless on film.
In mid-life you are still a HOT babe, but now it comes in flashes
Mid-life is when you want to grab every firm young lovely in a tube top and scream"Listen honey, even the Roman Empire fell, and those will, too!"
Mid-life is when you go to the doctor and you realize you are now so old,you have to pay someone to look at you naked
Mid-life brings with it the wisdom to know that life throws us curvesand you're sitting on your biggest ones.
Mid-life is when you start to repeat yourself and your chins follow suit
Mid-life is when you realize that if you were a dog, you'd need a control top flea collar
Mid-life is when you look at your know-it-all, beeper-wearing teenage and think:"For this I have stretch marks??"
Mid-life is when you bounce (a lot), but you don't bounce back (It's more like Splat!)
In mid-life your memory starts to go.In fact, the only thing you can still retain is water.
Mid-life means that your Body By Jake now includes Legs By Rand McNally...more red and blue lines than an accurately scaled map of Wisconsin.
Mid-life means that you become more reflective.You start pondering the "big" questions.What is life? Why am I here?How much Healthy Choice ice cream can I eat before it's no longer a healthy choice?
But, mid-life also brings with it an appreciation for what is important.We realize that breasts sag, hips expand, and chins double,but our loved ones make the journey worthwhile.
Would any of you trade the knowledge you have now for the body you had back then?Maybe our bodies have to expand to hold all the wisdom and love we've acquired...
anyway that's my philosophy and I'm sticking to it!
WHEN I'M AN OLD LADY!!!
When I'm an Old Lady
(Joanne Bailey Baxter, copyright 1991)
When I'm an old lady, I'll live with my kids,and make them so happy, just as they did.I want to pay back all the joy they've provided,returning each deed. Oh, they'll be so excited.(When I'm an old lady and live with my kids.)
I'll write on the wall with reds, whites and blues,and bounce on the furniture wearing my shoes.I'll drink from the carton and then leave it out.I'll stuff all the toilets, and oh, how they'll shout.(When I'm an old lady and live with my kids.)
When they're on the phone and just out of reach,I'll get into things like sugar and bleach.Oh, they'll snap their fingers and then shake their head,and when that is done I'll hide under the bed.(When I'm an old lady and live with my kids.)
When they cook dinner and call me to meals,I'll not eat my green beans or salads congealed.I'll gag on my okra, spill milk on the table,and when they get angry, run fast as I'm able.(When I'm an old lady and live with my kids.)
I'll sit close to the TV, through the channels I'll click,I'll cross both my eyes to see if they stick.I'll take off my socks and throw one away,And play in the mud until the end of the day.(When I'm an old lady and live with my kids.)
And later in bed, I'll lay back and sigh,and thank God in prayer and then close my eyes,and my kids will look down with a smile slowly creeping,and say with a groan. "She's so sweet when she's sleeping!"(When I'm an old lady and live with my kids.)
(Joanne Bailey Baxter, copyright 1991)
When I'm an old lady, I'll live with my kids,and make them so happy, just as they did.I want to pay back all the joy they've provided,returning each deed. Oh, they'll be so excited.(When I'm an old lady and live with my kids.)
I'll write on the wall with reds, whites and blues,and bounce on the furniture wearing my shoes.I'll drink from the carton and then leave it out.I'll stuff all the toilets, and oh, how they'll shout.(When I'm an old lady and live with my kids.)
When they're on the phone and just out of reach,I'll get into things like sugar and bleach.Oh, they'll snap their fingers and then shake their head,and when that is done I'll hide under the bed.(When I'm an old lady and live with my kids.)
When they cook dinner and call me to meals,I'll not eat my green beans or salads congealed.I'll gag on my okra, spill milk on the table,and when they get angry, run fast as I'm able.(When I'm an old lady and live with my kids.)
I'll sit close to the TV, through the channels I'll click,I'll cross both my eyes to see if they stick.I'll take off my socks and throw one away,And play in the mud until the end of the day.(When I'm an old lady and live with my kids.)
And later in bed, I'll lay back and sigh,and thank God in prayer and then close my eyes,and my kids will look down with a smile slowly creeping,and say with a groan. "She's so sweet when she's sleeping!"(When I'm an old lady and live with my kids.)
ABC's of Aging! We can all relate to this I think!!
ABC's of Aging
A is for arthritis,B is for bad back,C is for the chest pains. Corned Beef? Cardiac?D is for dental decay and decline,E is for eyesight - can't read that top line.F is for fissures and fluid retentionG is for gas (which I'd rather not mentionand not to forget other gastrointestinal glitches)H is high blood pressureI is for itches, and lots of incisionsJ is for joints, that now fail to flexL is for libido - what happened to sex?Wait! I forgot about K!K is for my knees that crack all the time(But forgive me, I get a few lapses in myM-memory from time to time)N is for nerve (pinched) and neck (stiff) and neurosisO is for osteo-for all the bones that crackP is for prescriptions, that cost a small fortuneQ is for queasiness. Fatal or just the flu?Give me another pill and I'll be good as new!R is for reflux - one meal turns into twoS is for sleepless nights,counting fears on how to pay my medical bills!T is for tinnitus - I hear bells in my earsand the word "terminal" also rings too nearU is for urinary and the difficulties that flow (or not)V is for vertigo, as life spins byW is worry, for pains yet unfoundX is for X ray - and what one might findY is for year (another one I'm still alive).Z is for zestFor surviving the symptoms my body's deployed,And keeping twenty-six doctors gainfully employed.
A is for arthritis,B is for bad back,C is for the chest pains. Corned Beef? Cardiac?D is for dental decay and decline,E is for eyesight - can't read that top line.F is for fissures and fluid retentionG is for gas (which I'd rather not mentionand not to forget other gastrointestinal glitches)H is high blood pressureI is for itches, and lots of incisionsJ is for joints, that now fail to flexL is for libido - what happened to sex?Wait! I forgot about K!K is for my knees that crack all the time(But forgive me, I get a few lapses in myM-memory from time to time)N is for nerve (pinched) and neck (stiff) and neurosisO is for osteo-for all the bones that crackP is for prescriptions, that cost a small fortuneQ is for queasiness. Fatal or just the flu?Give me another pill and I'll be good as new!R is for reflux - one meal turns into twoS is for sleepless nights,counting fears on how to pay my medical bills!T is for tinnitus - I hear bells in my earsand the word "terminal" also rings too nearU is for urinary and the difficulties that flow (or not)V is for vertigo, as life spins byW is worry, for pains yet unfoundX is for X ray - and what one might findY is for year (another one I'm still alive).Z is for zestFor surviving the symptoms my body's deployed,And keeping twenty-six doctors gainfully employed.
We're all going to get old like Grandma someday!! In fact, I'm half way there!
I'm Fine, How are You?
There's nothing the matter with me,I'm just as healthy as can be,I have arthritis in both knees,And when I talk, I talk with a wheeze.My pulse is weak, my blood is thin,But I'm awfully well for the shape I'm in.
All my teeth have had to come out,And my diet I hate to think about.I'm overweight and I can't get thin,But I'm awfully well for the shape I'm in.
Arch supports I need for my feet.Or I wouldn't be able to go out in the street.Sleep is denied me night after night,But every morning I find I'm all right.My memory's failing, my head's in a spin.But I'm awfully well for the shape I'm in.
The moral of this as the tale unfolds,Is that for you and me, who are growing old.It is better to say "I'm fine" with a grin,Than to let people know the shape we are in.
I'm fine, how are you ?
There's nothing the matter with me,I'm just as healthy as can be,I have arthritis in both knees,And when I talk, I talk with a wheeze.My pulse is weak, my blood is thin,But I'm awfully well for the shape I'm in.
All my teeth have had to come out,And my diet I hate to think about.I'm overweight and I can't get thin,But I'm awfully well for the shape I'm in.
Arch supports I need for my feet.Or I wouldn't be able to go out in the street.Sleep is denied me night after night,But every morning I find I'm all right.My memory's failing, my head's in a spin.But I'm awfully well for the shape I'm in.
The moral of this as the tale unfolds,Is that for you and me, who are growing old.It is better to say "I'm fine" with a grin,Than to let people know the shape we are in.
I'm fine, how are you ?
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