A Beautiful Sabbath

It was a very special Sabbath today. Scott attended church and what a wonderful sacred blessing it was to my life. Tears of joy and reverence ran down my checks and spilled upon my top. Very obvious wet drops proclaiming that I had been crying and even though it would have embarrassed me at any other time today it did not. This was truly a sacred experience. I know of Christ's Atonement. How it blesses my life. But today sitting with Scott in Sacrament meeting a new experience of awe came over me, a much deeper meaning of the Atonement and what it meant for me. The miracle of an every loving Heavenly Father and our Elder Brother Jesus Christ, what They have so willing decided and worked to do for each and every one of us. My love for Them has increased immeasurably. Thank you Scott for inviting me this weekend and allowing me to share in this very special experience.

My Little Cobster

The Cobster is quit the opposite of his sister! He is a very mild manner person, of course that can change according to his sister's teasing. A whole different person comes out. Mostly he is just mild manner. He is the builder, Lego gamer and performer. Legos are everywhere and he builds away. You ask him what he wants for a gift and it is another Lego set. I refuse to buy anymore because he has so many. Then there are the Lego PS3 games and Lego games on the computer that he plays or would play for hours on end.

In the picture he is doing an impersonation of Mr. Thinker in The Night at the Museum. When he was younger he always loved performing the Sponge Bob Song. He had a nice little routine for that one.

Cobster is following in his Dad's tracks in being a movie buff. They enjoy telling each other what actors played in another movie. Cobster isn't always right but it is very outstanding in how often he is right for as young as he is.

Corky, My only Granddaughter

Corky, which is a nickname from her mom, is my little teaser. Even though she is or can be the extreme teaser this is mild in comparison to the story that she loves to tell about what her Dad did to her when she was little. The story goes as she tells it. When she was born her Dad was feeling her head and there were bumps there. Now as time began to pass by and she began growing her Dad noticed that there were horns growing where the bumps were. He had to cut them off and still needs to file them down every now and then. She then lets you feel her head where the filed down bumps are.

Corky is very competitive. This last spring her preschool gave a musical performance at a fundraiser concert. She began to sing a little loudly and another girl decided to compete with her. Each one would get a little louder and then the other would increase her volume by the end
they were the only two that could be heard and my little Corky was able to raise the volume the loudest. I'm afraid that she could rival her Nana there.

Another example in this young little thing carrying things to extreme. This weekend while visiting them I began to tease my Little Lobster, Corky's brother, by wrapping him up in my arms and holding him close and saying things like "I'm going to get you." or "I'm never going to let you go." just nonsense stuff. Corky decided she was going to do the same thing and was all over him physically. Of course it was not okay with him to have his sister doing such a thing so she did so even more. When I told her that we needed to stop there came out that devilish twinkle in her eye and attacked again. Maybe the filing needs to happen again tonight.

All Dogs Go To Heaven

Christopher and I were watching the movie All Dogs Go To Heaven the other day and I reminisced about 3 special dogs in my life. I know they too earned their right in heaven by the faithfully service that they gave to me. At this time I would like to pay tribute to 3 of those dogs who were faithful companions while watching over me during my deafness. This is a little bit of their stories.

This is the only good focused picture I could find of Patches. This is Suzanne with him and with as young as she is you can tell how old this picture is. Patches was a Christmas gift to Donald when he was in first grade. Patches was a roamer and very hard to keep at home. I would hear stories from people that he was down in the dairy and I knew when he went there because he always came back smelling like the dairy. Always called for bath time. He was also seen crossing Hwy 9 and over into a housing area there. He was one for you leave me alone and I'll leave you alone. Bother me and I'll show my strength. Thank goodness he never hurt anyone but there were plenty afraid of him. As I lost the final part of my hearing he became my protector. He stayed by my side and slept by me all the time I was down with meneries attacks. When he became old and developed problems in his hips, we had to start holding up his back legs and taking him to the bathroom. My heart ached for him. It took me a long time to decided that we needed to put him down. I studied, read, prayed and finally talked with a vet in Diane's Mt. Vernon ward about putting animals down. It was one of those hardest decision I had to make . I drove him up to Mt Vernon and with having said our last good byes I headed home and while driving there was a sweet calm to come over me and I knew that I had done him right. He had faithfully served me well and there was no more reason for him to suffer any longer.

Nikki was my service hearing dog thus my constant companion. She went everywhere with me and helped me out with not being able to hear. A couple things about her. She was gentle and kind, afraid others and I had to stop taking her with me every where I went. I did a lot of visiting at schools for I was on the school board and the kids wanted to pet her. She did not like the fact that I left her and the first time I left her at home she showed her retaliation by jumping up into the middle of my bed and wetting on it. Not funny. I then had Donald make sure that he took careful watch on her when I was gone and she became a second companion to Donald. In her later years which were not close to the amount of years a boarder collie is expected to live she started chasing Rich's practice golf balls, the plastic ones with holes in the them. She really chewed on them and he still has three of them hanging from his desk. She was much loved by Rich also. Nikki started loosing weight, not being as mobile and by the time I took her to the vet her lungs were full one 3/4 and the other 1/2. I had to make a decision again. This time the answer was easier. The hard part was, would the vet come to my house. After calling him he said he would. Nikki hated going to the vet I just could not put her through that anxiety during this time. Christina, Suzanne and myself were here with Nikki to the end. It was a very spiritual experience. We all love and miss her. She died two years ago Christmas of lung cancer.

A week or so ago we lost Nola a faithful and wonderful yellow lab at work. I often times would work late at night because I'm just a night person. Nola would always come in and lay under the table near my sewing machine. She was just a faithful night companion with her around I never felt alone or afraid that someone would bother me. I was also able to be there along with her owners had the same kind vet come out and put her down. To all those loving, constant dependable loyal dogs who we know is one of those ALL DOGS GO TO HEAVEN.

The Worm

The "Worm" is my youngest grandson and he turned two this last week. I have decided it was time to get myself pulled together and spend some time introducing my family to my extended family and friends that are stung through out the lower forty-eight. Since the Worm just had his birthday he is the first one to start off with.

The little guy is a real chacater fast moving, busy, fast moving, funny, fast moving, on the run, and fast moving. The one thing that I know the most about him is he moves fast. He is there in front of you and then you look up and back down and he is gone. Did I mention he is fast moving? I told my Relief Society Sisters that I thought corralling six to ten kids was a breeze in my younger days but this two year must be trying to prove that I am old. He can be gone in a flash.

In this picture Aunt Suz just finished playing beauty shop on him. In the following pictures you will see that he has real curly hair.

Oh, the reason why I call him. Worm. When he was just crawling around and making his way to the kitchen he would always get into my kitchen cabinets. At first I was just telling him to "stop worming in my cabinets", then it was shortened to "worm", shortly after that point I no longer thought of him by his REAL NAME he was WORM.

Nana's birthday celebration for Worm. We made Dirt Cake.

First comes a little dirt.

Then we add some mud.

Oh yes here come the worms.

Let's eat a few of those worms. They aren't that interested in squirming in the mud.

This worm does not need a spoon or shovel. He knows how to squirm right in there.

Yum those worms are so good. Eating was so much fun and the tongue action was great. At least Aunt Suz thought so.

Ok, I'm done. Time to get going.

Time to clean up the #1 aunt! Do you think she is a little worried about this clean up?

Worm is not as happy about this clean up as Aunt Suz was.

Let It Snow!!

And boy did it snow. We, Arlington, are now out of the major snow ...still have it left on the ground which is very unuasal for us. Yet just east of us in Darrington it continues to fall. Suz was the only one with a 4x4 and I sort of over took it, becoming the taxi driver for the family. I still need to get new tires for my car and Suz is wondering if she will ever get it back. Since she has school starting again on Monday guess that mandates me giving it up.

Getting into blogging

I look at your blogs all the time and then think of the things I would like to share and never do because I just don't see me getting this thing down. this time I am going to do something and let you know where I am and would like any help here to make it look more like me.