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Utah and graduation

My trip to Utah was a lot of fun. I will try to tell it via the pictures I took.


This is the beginning of the trip. The cat thought she was going too.


We stopped on our way at a rocket display at ATK. Notice the USN rocket.

I just thought this was funny. I'm sure people try it.


This is me standing on the Golden Spike (or where it was at one time). It is now on display at Standford University.

This is one of the original trains that ran on the track. We missed them being actually out by a week.

This is called the Chinese Arch along the railroad line. Richard is posed so nice, don't you think?

Finally Graduation!

Here is the family with the graduate. Isn't she adorable?

A fun time was had by all. I will post more pictures on Facebook when I get a chance.
Love to you all.

My favorite singer

I came across this YouTube vidio by accident:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WkBepgH00GM
Enjoy.
Love you all.

Utah, here I come.

I am very excited to be going to Utah this next week. We leave on Tuesday (by the way, my brother, the one that used to be a professional wrestler will be staying at the house to watch the cat). So, this weekend Loradona was visiting for my mother-in-laws birthday (it's amazing, she is 75 and sometimes I think she is younger than me). We had a great time visiting with family last night. We got home fairly early (10ish) but Richard and I had to be at the church at 5:15 am for a youth temple trip. So, I was tired. Later after Loradona and I had some places to go, we got home and Richard was gone. We decide that we would take a short nap while Richard was gone. I had just got myself settled with my book and the cat and what happens? Loradona bursts through her bedroom door and yells "WE ARE GOING TO UTAH TO SEE JEANETTE THIS WEEK!". Then she said, "I just had to say that" and we both took a small nap.
I guess I'm not the only one excited to go see Jeanette.
Love to you all.

Happy Easter

I came across a website that has some great pictures on it. Jeanette, I'm sure you will love it. Here is a sample:



Peeps in a concert hall as U2 as they appear in the film U2 3D.
Here is where you go for the rest of the pictures:
http://www.mentalfloss.com/blogs/archives/24377
My love to you all.

I came across this in some old emails and I thought it was good. No, I did not write it, but there are some things in it that I could have

Mothers

This is for the mothers who have sat up all night with sick toddlers in their arms, wiping up barf laced with Oscar Mayer wieners and cherry Kool-Aid saying, "It's okay honey, Mommy's here."
Who have sat in rocking chairs for hours on end soothing crying babies who can't be comforted.

This is for all the mothers who show up at work with spit-up in their hair and milk stains on their blouses and diapers in their purse.
For all the mothers who run carpools and make cookies and sew Halloween costumes. And all the mothers who DON'T.

This is for the mothers who gave birth to babies they'll never see. And the mothers who took those babies and gave them homes.

This is for the mothers whose priceless art collections are hanging on their refrigerator doors.
And for all the mothers who froze their buns on metal bleachers at football or soccer games instead of watching from the warmth of their cars, so that when their kids asked, "Did you see me, Mom?" they could say, "Of course, I wouldn't have missed it for the world," and mean it.

This is for all the mothers who yell at their kids in the grocery store and swat them in despair when they stomp their feet and scream for ice cream before dinner. And for all the mothers who count to ten instead, but realize how child abuse happens.

This is for all the mothers who sat down with their children and explained all about making babies. And for all the (grand) mothers who wanted to, but just couldn't find the words.

This is for all the mothers who go hungry, so their children can eat. For all the mothers who read "Goodnight, Moon" twice a night for a year. And then read it again. "Just one more time."

This is for all the mothers who taught their children to tie their shoelaces before they started school. A nd for all the mothers who opted for Velcro instead.

This is for all the mothers who teach their sons to cook and their daughters to sink a jump shot.

This is for every mother whose head turns automatically when a little voice calls "Mom?" in a crowd, even though they know their own offspring are at home -- or even away at college.

This is for all the mothers who sent their kids to school with stomach aches assuring them they'd be just FINE once they got there, only to get calls from the school nurse an hour later asking them to please pick them up. Right away.

This is for mothers whose children have gone astray, who can't find the words to reach them.

This is for all the step-mothers who raised another woman's child or children, and gave their time, attention, and love... sometimes totally unappreciated!

For all the mothers who bite their lips until they bleed when their 14-year-olds dye their hair green.

For all the mothers of the victims of recent school shootings, and the mothers of those who did the shooting.

For the mothers of the survivors, and the mothers who sat in front of their TVs in horror, hugging their child who just came home from school, safely.

This is for all the mothers who taught their children to be peaceful, and now pray they come home safely from a war.

What makes a good Mother anyway? Is it patience? Compassion? Broad hips? The ability to nurse a baby, cook dinner, and sew a button on a shirt, all at the same time? Or is it in her heart? Is it the ache you feel when you watch your son or daughter disappear down the street, walking to school alone for the very first time? The jolt that takes you from sleep to dread, from bed to crib at 2 A.M. to put your hand on the back of a sleeping baby? The panic, years later, that comes again at 2 A.M. when you just want to hear their key in the door and know they are safe again in your home? Or the need to flee from wherever you are and hug your child when you hear news of a fire, a car accident, a child dying?

The emotions of motherhood are universal and so our thoughts are for young mothers stumbling through diaper changes and sleep deprivation... And mature mothers learning to let go.

For working mothers and stay-at-home mothers. Single mothers and married mothers.
Mothers with money, mothers without.

This is for you all.
For all of us.
Hang in there.
In the end we can only do the best we can.
Tell them every day that we love them.
And pray.
Love to you all.

Dreams

I had a couple of weird dreams last night. I wanted to blog about them before I forgot.
Dream #1: We were all excited because I was going to pick up my baby. Apparently we have adopted a baby. This is not back in time, it is currently. Both Richard and I are very excited to go get this new baby. So we get the new baby and bring her(?) home, I am guessing she is about three or four months old. We have a crib for her, mainly because as I tell someone I wouldn't let Richard get rid of it. The baby is a really good baby and never cries. I breast feed the baby, even though I'm pretty sure I never gave birth to her. After I change her the first time and she needs new clothes I tell Richard that he'd better go up in the attic and get some clothes or we will have to go shopping. Oh and all of this is at my Grandma Houk's house, like that is where we are living.
Dream#2: I borrow my parents boat (yeah, they have a boat) and go to wherever Clifford is (I don't think it is Japan). Loradona and Jeanette are with me. The boat, by the way is really nice. It has sleeping quarters, galley etc. So, as we approach where Clifford is we get buzzed by a helicopter, and yes, it is Clifford. But later when I am talking to him about it I tell him I thought he was going to decapitate us, I am not happy. But it is fun to talk to Clifford and have the girls with me in my travel adventure.
Love to you all.