My terriffic Saturday

Today I participated in the annual Susan B Komen Race for the Cure. I would not consider it a real race. Although I did more than a stroll. One of my work friends Shannon is battling breast cancer. This is the second time the cancer has returned and is in a stage 4. She is a remarkable person. So positive and happy. She is a single mom of 5. One of them a severely disabled child at our school. I admire her very much. Any way she organized a team for the race. She was able to put together a team of 61 people. Being involved was incredible. There were 17,000 people. Most of them dressed in pink. There were many with tributes to survivor friends and relatives. Many wore remembrances to family or friends who had passed away. I wore a sign in tribute to my Aunt Shirley. She is a survivor, and I am grateful for that fact! I wasn't sure about participating. My Saturdays are precious to me. But my friend Michelle and her daughter Nicole and I jumped on Trax and went downtown. You should have seen the variety of T shirt sayings. Some were very funny. All pertained to saving women and their body parts.
This was such a positive community experience that I would like my girls to join me in racing next year. I think they would really enjoy it. So Thanks Shannon!!!! You added a great memory in my memory bank.



Then to make my day even better Rob came up with the idea of going for a bike ride after he came home from work. We rode with Dan and Juanita to Leatherby's for ice cream and then all the way around the valley and home again. I have to admit that I had a sore bottom by the time we got home. But it was a blast! I am loving having the wind blow in my face and eyes. I got my eyes fixed this year and have never been able to experience that feeling without a great pain. Contacts and wind are not friends. Anyway I look forward to more of this fun with my husband.

How can this be?

Eight years ago this little charmer had our whole family wrapped around his little finger. He charmed and entertained us with his intelligence and curious nature. How can it be that this little guy has grown to this young man?

He is now a cub scout and very, very proud of it. This last weekend was his baptism. He was a perfect gentleman. He listened to the talks given by his mom Jill and Grandma Linda. He again expressed his intelligence by commenting on the concepts that were taught. He did get embarrassed when I sang "I love to look for Rainbows". I sang just for him and he squirmed just a little. But, I think he was secretly happy. He was such a good example for his little brothers and cousins. To be the first to make the choice to be baptized and confirmed a member of the Church showed others the right way. The other children were interested in the font. We wondered if they would tumble in. They were leaning so far over. You know a boy is growing up when he excited about the present of a new tie.
Kaden is still a large part of my world. I love him and know that he is destined to be someone with character and strength. Love you Kade. Grammy

Handy Man

This handsome man is my sweetheart Robert. Now Robert is a rare breed of man. He is
an excelent fixer-upper. I learned early in my marriage that he can do anything. And when he does it, he does it very well. He has the ability to see how things will fit together and what you need to do to make it work. This is a very handy thing indeed. When we first married he would want to do done some specialized home project. He assured me that he was capable and had done something simular several times before. I was leary but said "Ok go ahead and do it." It wasn't until later that I would find out that the project was something that he had never before attempted. Needless to say I learned that I should just trust him. And over the years he has turned our home into a beautiful place to live. I feel blessed to have such a luxury in my life.
HOWEVER, we have found that as a working team we are more like Laurel and Hardy than the team on the TV show Home Time. I know I frustrate him so very much. I do not have the ability to see the finished project. I only follow directions. And the directions have to be very concrete and direct. Now this is a problem when the person doing the directing is making up the rules as he goes along. When you are figuring out how things will work you don't always know what is going to work best. Having a helper such as I, often ends up to be a handicap. More than I like to admit I end up more of a hinderence than help. Then the tension gets high and the voices raised a decimal or two. When I actually do get it he is so thrilled. Most of the time I end up just keeping him company. That seems to be the best help.
Sorry Rob!!