Erin sent a short text message to say that they are moving to Hawaii because Spencer's been offered a wonderful job!!
Details to follow.
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Monday, June 29, 2009
Tail Bone 2
Okay, sometimes life just sucks! I went to a meeting today in Draper, and it was the longest car ride I've had since I broke my tail bone. I'm really sore today, and it was only about a 30-minute ride. For the long Pioneer Day weekend later in July, we were planning to make a trip to California and visit my folks in Sacramento and Ed's family in Fresno. Since that's just a little over 2 weeks away, I had to admit today that I'm just not going to be up to a 15 hour drive twice in 5 days.
Dang!
Dang!
Friday, June 26, 2009
Old Pictures 3
Okay, I really need to stop this, but it's addicting. I'm trying to clean my living room and rearrange the furniture, but messing with old photos is too fun! lol
This is Mom before she met Dad. She worked as a nurse's aid. I found this in an old scrap book of her's. It's full of silly pictures that she took with her friends.
But it also includes these great pictures of her and Helen when they were very little:
And Mom alone:
This is Mom before she met Dad. She worked as a nurse's aid. I found this in an old scrap book of her's. It's full of silly pictures that she took with her friends.
But it also includes these great pictures of her and Helen when they were very little:
And Mom alone:
Old Family Pictures 2
I don't have many pictures of my father when he was younger, but I wanted to post some of them as well:
This is Dad (dark hair on the left), his twin brother Jim, and Grama Ella and Grampa Herb. It's from Herb that my family's males (most of them) get their red beards. Herb was a red head, and I understand Red was his nickname.
This is a wedding picture. Dad was 19 and Mom was getting ready to turn 22. She didn't realize he was so much younger than her until on their way to the wedding. He had to fess up that he was under 21 because in those days you had to have someone sign for you.
This is Dad and his cousin, Betty. It's through her that he met my stepmother, Gloria.
Can't resist showing this one, since I was going through old photo albums. This is a picture of when we arrived in Korea to join my father, when he was stationed there. He'd already been there for several months before we arrived. My mom had bleached her hair, and she commented on how differently she was treated as a blond than she was as a brunette.
Haha! Doesn't my brother David look thrilled to be there?
This is Dad (dark hair on the left), his twin brother Jim, and Grama Ella and Grampa Herb. It's from Herb that my family's males (most of them) get their red beards. Herb was a red head, and I understand Red was his nickname.
This is a wedding picture. Dad was 19 and Mom was getting ready to turn 22. She didn't realize he was so much younger than her until on their way to the wedding. He had to fess up that he was under 21 because in those days you had to have someone sign for you.
This is Dad and his cousin, Betty. It's through her that he met my stepmother, Gloria.
Can't resist showing this one, since I was going through old photo albums. This is a picture of when we arrived in Korea to join my father, when he was stationed there. He'd already been there for several months before we arrived. My mom had bleached her hair, and she commented on how differently she was treated as a blond than she was as a brunette.
Haha! Doesn't my brother David look thrilled to be there?
Old Family Pictures
I thought I'd share some of the pictures I've scanned from days long ago:
This is my grandmother, Hazel Kaneaster (maiden name). She was married four times. Her first hubby was John Thomas Mahaffey, and they had two daughters, Helen and Lorraine (my mom). Hazel went to school to be a beautician to support her daughters after the divorce, and eventually opened her own shop. She married three more times, and was widowed three times. Her has fourth husband, Bill Galloupe, was the only one I remember. He was awesome!
Here's a picture of my grandfather John Thomas Mahaffey. He was in the cavalry, and I'm guess this must have been from around World War I. He's the one on the left.
And another one. He's the one with the X above him.
Since I'm talking about my mom's folks, following are pictures of Helen, their oldest daughter:
and of course my mom, their youngest daughter:
This is my grandmother, Hazel Kaneaster (maiden name). She was married four times. Her first hubby was John Thomas Mahaffey, and they had two daughters, Helen and Lorraine (my mom). Hazel went to school to be a beautician to support her daughters after the divorce, and eventually opened her own shop. She married three more times, and was widowed three times. Her has fourth husband, Bill Galloupe, was the only one I remember. He was awesome!
Here's a picture of my grandfather John Thomas Mahaffey. He was in the cavalry, and I'm guess this must have been from around World War I. He's the one on the left.
And another one. He's the one with the X above him.
Since I'm talking about my mom's folks, following are pictures of Helen, their oldest daughter:
and of course my mom, their youngest daughter:
Thursday, June 25, 2009
Embracing Imperfection
My friend Carole shared this, and I thought I would pass it on:
"When I was a little girl, my mom liked to make breakfast food for dinner every now and then. And I remember one night in particular when she had made breakfast after a long, hard day at work. On that evening so long ago, my mom placed a plate of eggs, sausage, and extremely burned toast in front of my dad. I remember waiting to see if anyone noticed! Yet all my dad did was reach for his toast, smile at my mom, and ask me how my day was at school. I don't remember what I told him that night, but I do remember watching him smear butter and jelly on that toast and eat every bite!
When I got up from the table that evening, I remember hearing my mom apologize to my dad for burning the toast. And I'll never forget what he said: 'Baby, I love burned toast.'
Later that night, I went to kiss Daddy good night and I asked him if he really liked his toast burned. He wrapped me in his arms and said, 'Debbie, your Momma put in a hard day at work today and she's real tired. And besides-a little burnt toast never hurt anyone!'
You know, life is full of imperfect things.....and imperfect people."
And I imagine that father, whom I assume was grateful that he had a wife helping him to support the family, was just glad someone besides him had made dinner.
Smart man.
"When I was a little girl, my mom liked to make breakfast food for dinner every now and then. And I remember one night in particular when she had made breakfast after a long, hard day at work. On that evening so long ago, my mom placed a plate of eggs, sausage, and extremely burned toast in front of my dad. I remember waiting to see if anyone noticed! Yet all my dad did was reach for his toast, smile at my mom, and ask me how my day was at school. I don't remember what I told him that night, but I do remember watching him smear butter and jelly on that toast and eat every bite!
When I got up from the table that evening, I remember hearing my mom apologize to my dad for burning the toast. And I'll never forget what he said: 'Baby, I love burned toast.'
Later that night, I went to kiss Daddy good night and I asked him if he really liked his toast burned. He wrapped me in his arms and said, 'Debbie, your Momma put in a hard day at work today and she's real tired. And besides-a little burnt toast never hurt anyone!'
You know, life is full of imperfect things.....and imperfect people."
And I imagine that father, whom I assume was grateful that he had a wife helping him to support the family, was just glad someone besides him had made dinner.
Smart man.
Monday, June 22, 2009
Father's Day
It started out pretty well with some of the kids coming over for a nice dinner--Erin and her kids, David and his family, Robert came by for a bit but his wife had to work, Paul and Kelsey came later since they were at her family's for dinner. Afterward, the vote was to watch the movie Forever Strong. It's an inspirational movie about an award winning Rugby team (here in Utah).
It all went downhill from there.
I'd made a double batch of brownies (that Ed could actually eat), but Dave found a piece of glass in his brownie. I had used a plastic bowl to fix the mixes, and the glass baking dishes didn't have any chips in them. It appears the glass shard was in the brownie mix itself--so I threw all those brownies away.
Paul and Kelsey arrived, but Paul seemed a bit of a grump. He says he doesn't like any kind of sports film, so he messed around at Ed's computer. Since we were halfway through the movie and continued watching it.
The grand kids kept going in and out of the house (and since the TV was facing the door, the evening sun was blinding). Eventually I told them they had to stay inside, so they went downstairs to play in the playroom. The movie finished, and I commented that Aidan hadn't come back in. While we were chatting, Erin must have decided to go check on him. She came in quite angry a minute later because we hadn't kept her daughter Madelyn from going outside, and Mad had run in the street.
But worse yet, Erin couldn't find Aidan. We hadn't realized we were supposed to be watching Madelyn and we were a little stunned, but we all jumped up to help search for Aidan.
After a few horrible minutes--poor Erin was so frightened--Paul found Aidan hiding on the back porch. Erin and Adam had both looked back there. The little stinker thought it was time to go home and didn't want to. Ugh!
Then as David and Shannon were leaving with their children, the topic of David's birthday last year came up, and I found out we'd really dropped the ball. Through oversight, inattention, or whatever lame excuse, the bottom line is that Dave had a birthday that had gone unacknowledged (except for my e-card) even though the family was gathered for a late celebration of Ed's birthday. What should have been a joint event was not, and Dave felt really bad.
Dave, if you read this and for what it's worth, I'm really very sorry. I wish I could take back your hurt. With you and your family moving to China, I don't know how many birthdays we'll be able to celebrate together, and I'm sickened that we blew the chance to party on the first one you'd spent in Utah since you were married. I know what's it like to have a sucky birthday, so I apologize for having contributed to a sucky birthday memory for you.
Anyway, I wasn't feeling very well yesterday. The pews at church are about the worst ever for my tailbone, and I ended up having to stand for most of the service--and that makes my lower back hurt.
I'm glad that at least Ed seemed to have a nice day.
It all went downhill from there.
I'd made a double batch of brownies (that Ed could actually eat), but Dave found a piece of glass in his brownie. I had used a plastic bowl to fix the mixes, and the glass baking dishes didn't have any chips in them. It appears the glass shard was in the brownie mix itself--so I threw all those brownies away.
Paul and Kelsey arrived, but Paul seemed a bit of a grump. He says he doesn't like any kind of sports film, so he messed around at Ed's computer. Since we were halfway through the movie and continued watching it.
The grand kids kept going in and out of the house (and since the TV was facing the door, the evening sun was blinding). Eventually I told them they had to stay inside, so they went downstairs to play in the playroom. The movie finished, and I commented that Aidan hadn't come back in. While we were chatting, Erin must have decided to go check on him. She came in quite angry a minute later because we hadn't kept her daughter Madelyn from going outside, and Mad had run in the street.
But worse yet, Erin couldn't find Aidan. We hadn't realized we were supposed to be watching Madelyn and we were a little stunned, but we all jumped up to help search for Aidan.
After a few horrible minutes--poor Erin was so frightened--Paul found Aidan hiding on the back porch. Erin and Adam had both looked back there. The little stinker thought it was time to go home and didn't want to. Ugh!
Then as David and Shannon were leaving with their children, the topic of David's birthday last year came up, and I found out we'd really dropped the ball. Through oversight, inattention, or whatever lame excuse, the bottom line is that Dave had a birthday that had gone unacknowledged (except for my e-card) even though the family was gathered for a late celebration of Ed's birthday. What should have been a joint event was not, and Dave felt really bad.
Dave, if you read this and for what it's worth, I'm really very sorry. I wish I could take back your hurt. With you and your family moving to China, I don't know how many birthdays we'll be able to celebrate together, and I'm sickened that we blew the chance to party on the first one you'd spent in Utah since you were married. I know what's it like to have a sucky birthday, so I apologize for having contributed to a sucky birthday memory for you.
Anyway, I wasn't feeling very well yesterday. The pews at church are about the worst ever for my tailbone, and I ended up having to stand for most of the service--and that makes my lower back hurt.
I'm glad that at least Ed seemed to have a nice day.
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