Sunday, September 29, 2013


Today was one of those Sundays when I just wanted to stay home and read. My spirit and my body fought a small battle between the hours of 7:00 and 8:00. At around 8:30, I swallowed hard, got myself up off the couch and walked back to my room to find a skirt.

I'm not sure if that means that my body won, or my spirit won... but I went to church.

And, as is usually the case (esp when I have an inner war waging about whether or not I should suck it up and go to church like a good little Mormon), I ended up being glad that I went.

We had a special class today on the new Family Search site, and they passed out these handy-dandy little fill-in-the-blanks-and-write-your-own-life-history pamphlets.

I'm a fan.

They also asked a series of general family history questions:

Where did your parents go to high school? (Escondido, CA)

How did your parents meet? (My dad came to do a presentation on Institute and the Seminary teacher set them up. ... Unbelievably, I'm spacing her name right now, but I know that she made really good brownies. I think they were called pottage.)

Where did your grandparents grow up? (Tempe, AZ, Joplin, MO, Logan, UT and Berkeley, CA ... I think)

Do you know of a history of illness/untimely death in your extended family? (Yup. ... Kate.)

It made me happy to know that I knew the answers to so many questions off the top of my head. (Thanks, Mom and Dad, for telling us stories. You guys rock!)

And, as people kept talking, sharing their family stories and experiences, I started to remember more of my own:

My mom's cousin David, who became my friend through having read my blog last summer.

Texting my cousins, across state lines, quoting old movies -- esp at Christmastime.

Grammy and Grandad's vhs tapes with three movies per tape.

Grandpa's Red Eye Gravy.

My mom's sisters showing up after my first surgery.

Homemade ice cream.

Uncle Jeff with his 36" pizzas that he used to bring over on Sunday afternoons.

Vegetable lasagna and Kathy's fruit salad.

Ping and Wally.

Frozen Milky Ways and Root Beer on the front porch with Grandma.

So many memories. So many incredible people who've blessed my life. So many shared experiences that have bonded me to the people I love more than I can articulate.

I am grateful. I love my family,and I am glad they are mine. Forever.

Saturday, September 28, 2013




It seems that my old browser wouldn't support ye olde blog.

Tonight, I updated to Google Chrome, and... voila! I can type again!

So, consider yourselves warned. The ridiculousness is about to begin. (Again.)

Tuesday, September 3, 2013


Blogger and I are still friends-off. Just wanted to pop in and let ya'll know that I still can't log in through my phone, and my computer will only let me type in HTML. (And I hate HTML.) I have loads of things to say: Ice creams and movies and books to recommend, gray hairs to show off and funny stories to tell. But I can't bear the thought of typing anything up, only to have it all run together. So... you'll have to wait awhile longer. (It may be time to replace my three year old $75 laptop, perish the thought!) I'll keep you posted.