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While cleaning a bookcase I came upon some old journals. An old newspaper article I'd written fell out which surprised me as I have so few copies of articles I've written. Once I started reading it I realized WHY I'd kept it as it was personal. I thought I'd share...

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Well, it has been nearly two years since I have written or posted anything on this blog. Trevor has inspired me to resurrect it- so much has happened in that time. Where do I begin?!

Glimpses of Women's Conference 2010

Devin Rees- The Lamanite Soda

Preston's Hands

Melena related the following story about her son, Preston. She said, "Preston keeps looking at his hands and studying them. I finally asked him what he was doing. He said "my hands mom". And I said "you have such nice hands Preston". He then said "look no hurt". And I looked over his hands and noticed his scratch was gone and said "your skin healed it Preston". He looked a bit frustrated with me and said "no... no hurt... where's the hurt?" I realized that we must not be talking about the same thing. And I said "what hurt Preston?" He said "the hurt like Gesus mom... my hands like Gesus... no hurt mom". I finally got it. His lesson on Sunday was about the hands of Jesus and how each one of them has hands just like Jesus. Only thing is Preston realized his hands were NOT just like Jesus... as they were missing something major... a hurt."

Graduation Day

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Sometimes Family History Needs a Laugh!

"I'm My Own Grandpa" - Lyrics by Dwight Latham and Moe Jaffe

Oh, many, many years ago

When I was twenty-three,

I was married to a widow

Who was pretty as can be.

This widow had a grown-up daughter

Who had hair of red.

My father fell in love with her

And soon the two were wed.

This made my dad my son-in-law

And changed my very life.

For my daughter was my mother

'Cause she was my father's wife.

To complicate the matter,

Though it really brought me joy,

I soon became the father

Of a bouncing baby boy.

This little baby then became

A brother-in-law to Dad,

And so became my uncle,

Though it made me very sad.

For if he was my uncle,

Then that also made him brother

Of the widow's grown-up daughter

Who of course is my step-mother.

My father's wife then had a son

Who kept them on the run.

And he became my grandchild

For he was my daughter's son.

My wife is now my mother's mother

And it makes me blue

Because although she is my wife,

She's my grandmother too.

Now if my wife is my grandmother

Then I'm her grandchild,

And every time I think of it,

It nearly drives me wild.

For now I have become

The strangest case you ever saw

As husband of my grandma,

I am my own grandpa.

CHORUS

I'm my own grandpa

I'm my own grandpa

It sounds funny I know

But it really is so

Oh, I'm my own grandpa