Family Reunion

I know I didn't get to see all of the family reunion but as each of you blog about parts of it I am impressed with what you all saw while there. The latest thing I saw and laughed until I cried was Kikis blog about the reunion and her video of Kari-Lyns Monkey Dance. Diana and I really enjoyed this and Andrew and Shawnie also got to see it and really enjoyed it. So I encourage each of you to add your own pics and impressions of this event.

On a sadder note, most of you left on Thursday or Friday, then Kristy and family packed up and moved to Georgia on Saturday night. Now Diana is talking to Andrew and Shawnie about moving to Utah and getting away from the clutches of Andrews MIL as well as to hopefully help them to get out of debt. This will leave us family less here in Washington when the reason we came here in the first place was to be with family.

Once upon a time

I have decided to start writing stories about my ideas/thoughts. So:

Once upon a time there was a little boy named Steve. Now Steve was very curious about everything he saw. So curious that he asked about everything, so curious that he even tried to operate whatever he saw and do everything he saw.
One day Steve and his dad were at a tire shop and Steve was wandering around where he should not have been. He saw a man take an old tire off a wheel and put a new tire on with a curious machine. It was so fascinating that Steve snuck over to that machine after everyone was out of sight. He looked at the machine and he found the on/off switch that was so tempting! He looked around and determined that no one was paying any attention to him so he turned the machine on and as it had no-one controlling it the machine moved to the least resisting spot and closed as it was supposed to, only this time as it closed Steve found that it had closed on his finger and did it ever hurt. Well Steve quickly turned the silly machine off with his left hand as it had hold of hi right finger. The finger was so sore that Steve could not bare to try to move it.
On their way home Steve's father asked Steve if he had enjoyed himself. Well Steve had not enjoyed himself very much but afraid to tell his father what had happened as he did not want his father to leave him home next time. The next morning the finger was twice its normal size and when asked about it Steve would only say "I don't know".

Once upon a time

I have decided to start writing stories about my ideas/thoughts. So:

Once upon a time there was a little boy named Steve. Now Steve was very curious about everything he saw. So curious that he asked about everything, so curious that he even tried to operate whatever he saw and do everything he saw.
One day Steve and his dad were at a tire shop and Steve was wandering around where he should not have been. He saw a man take an old tire off a wheel and put a new tire on with a curious machine. It was so fascinating that Steve snuck over to that machine after everyone was out of sight. He looked at the machine and he found the on/off switch that was so tempting! He looked around and determined that no one was paying any attention to him so he turned the machine on and as it had no-one controlling it the machine moved to the least resisting spot and closed as it was supposed to, only this time as it closed Steve found that it had closed on his finger and did it ever hurt. Well Steve quickly turned the silly machine off with his left hand as it had hold of hi right finger. The finger was so sore that Steve could not bare to try to move it.
On their way home Steve's father asked Steve if he had enjoyed himself. Well Steve had not enjoyed himself very much but afraid to tell his father what had happened as he did not want his father to leave him home next time. The next morning the finger was twice its normal size and when asked about it Steve would only say I don't know.

Diana Diana Diana MY SWEETHEART MY LOVE

How I remember all of the kindnesses that you do for everyone. Why are you such a good person? I wish I could be half as good as you! Is it because of the way you were raised, or have you always been like you are. Were you born a saint or did you have the greatest desire as a spirit to do the will of Our Father ib heaven and so you try harder in this life?

Actually I don't understand how you can worry so much for others with an alcoholic father and a screaming mother. Or is it because of your parents that you are as perfect as you are? Actually I believe it is because of your parents, you decided NOT to be like them as I remember some of your beat em' up stories where you took a guys pants off him and replaced them with your skirt.

Perhaps it is because you were one of the most valiant souls in the pre-existence and decided you were going to be the best, kindest people here on earth so you would be sure that you would return to live with our Father in Heaven once again.


Possibly it is because of your grandmother, who taught you how to accept everything without complaint and you learned how to be such a graceful lady from her. She was a great influence in your life!

You either learned very well or you remembered exceptionally well.


Both your Teachings and your memory have made you into the greatest being I have met hear in person in this life.

Is your heart greater than everyone elses?

Regardless, you have kept your kindness as your number 1 rule as far as I can see. Regardless of where you learned it, you have retained it and made it as part of your life.

This has made you loved by me and by everyone who has met you unless they were jealous of your talents.

Having won the love and respect of all who know you, you go out on a daily quest to be nice to everyone you meet..

Dogs are not beneath your kindness. I remember shortly after we were married you hit a Dalmation with your car and you did more than I would have. You stopped, found the owners and told them of your deep regret.

And you are far more generous than I. Look at this miserable post compared to all you buy me for my birthday.

Yours should be a birthday even greater than Presidents day. It should be almost as great as Christmas.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY DIANA.