Super Rock Is Awesome!!

Here he is reaching for the phone to talk to his grandmammy. Speaking of Rock, his father (who is my favorite child, by far) fixed the comments and so now you can leave your well-wishes for Grappy Dale!

Happy Birthday Wishes

My life has been better because I met a certain young man thirty years ago. That post will come later. But many, many years ago this young man was born to a wonderful couple. He was the last of eight children.

He learned early how to get attention amid all his siblings.

He's always been a happy boy. That is one of the first things I noticed about Dale. He was happy and enjoying life. Throughout our many years together he has transfered that attitude to his family. He does anything and everything he can to make our lives happier.

Another of Dale's great traits is his caring for others. He continually works towards the well-being of others before his own. I'm spoiled with breakfast, laundry, and dishes done.

Dale never tires of helping his kids. He can find a learning moment in just about anything. He has had great examples in his life that helped make him who he is. I believe the world is much better place with him in it. At least for me.

Girl Power

All three girls are now home. It has led to more giggles and more fun, at least most of the time. We spent last Friday at a Relief Society dinner. Dale served as Alex Trebek for a rousing game of Jeopardy. You can see here Dale's enjoyment of all women in the house, he takes solace in his very filled hot dog.
This is my attempt at photo art.
We had a great time together. It's fun to have some new enthusiasm come into the house.

It's All Good

"It's all good," are words I've heard from Dale for a few months now. Many times I feel like slapping him, because I don't see much good happening. I had been doing pretty well keeping myself from the latest media smear campaign by the sheriff. Until today. A student in my class was reading a newspaper article while we were doing social studies. I took it from him and continued the lesson. I later looked at it discovering it was an article from the Wenatchee World. I got through about two paragraphs before I felt tears of frustration come. The article hit the garbage.

The good part comes from people like Eileen Ervin. Yesterday I received the card in the middle above sharing her concern and support for Dale. Today she and her sister sent Dale the two cards surrounding my card. At 8:30 tonight the doorbell rang and we received a balloon bouquet and a beautiful plant with lilies. Most of my frustration has left in the support of this wonderful woman.

Thanks Eileen!

A Not So Fun End To a Great Vacation

A Day in Chicago

Many highlights to our trip:

Seeing my sister, Kelli and her family. We were able to enjoy her kids and her hospitality. Always a highlight when traveling to Chicago.

Highlight: Enjoying the sights and sounds of Michigan Ave. It was especially fun watching the girls' antics at the Hancock Observatory.

Highlight: All who read my blog can figure this one out. I enjoyed my time with the little guy. I can't seem to get enough of this ever changing little man along with his mommy and daddy.

Downside: It was about the time of lunch at the Cheesecake Factory that I started not to feel so good. It was an easy drive out of Chicago (always a dreaded experience for me, ask anyone who's been there with me) but things didn't go as well as I turned to get into the hotel we would be staying in.

Highlight: I've got great daughters. Marissa and Whitni are going to be going to school to be nurses. I have no doubts of their capabilities in this. Their sensitivity and great caring were wonderful.

Downside: Okay, what would you do when sleeping at a hotel and the fire alarm goes off? I'm feeling horrible and now need to evacuate from the fifth floor. As we waited in the hall I saw some others poke their head out but then go back to their rooms. I did the same. But when the alarm went off again at 3:30 in the morning, it didn't go off as quickly. We eventually evacuated down five floors in the cold night. Fire trucks and fire fighters were all over. I never did find out what the problem was but it was a night with no sleep with the knowledge of having to fly all day with no sleep and a queasy stomach. Dramamine was my answer. Poor Whitni had to drag me off the plane in Seattle where I found a bench to continue sleeping.