Rendezvous

On the way home from the Rendezvous....I stopped by the Albertsons in Ramona to buy brownies for my YW lesson on Sunday. As I was outside checking my pockets for cash, a dear man walks by and puts a $20 bill in my hand and says how sorry he is that a nice lady like me doesn't have family who will help her out. What a nice man!!! I couldn't figure out what he was talking about until I looked at myself in the big glass doors. Kinda dirty, crushed leaves at the bottom of my pants and old uggs, oversized shirt, hair:definitely windblown, sunburned nose. I repeat...what a nice man. I couldn't find him once I could close my mouth, so I gave the money to a nice young woman with four little kids. Yes, I had fun.

The Gospel Is True!

Yesterday was our assignment from the Stake to spend the day in the Temple. How tough is that? While I was driving home, the spirit was so sweet, I cranked up the hymns, opened all the windows and skylight and I'm singing. (Last time I did that, I got a ticket and it cost me $500! But gravy! Susan & I were driving by Mount Shasta in the early morn-we had to sing). Anyway...I get to a stop sign and I just couldn't help it...I lean out the window and yell "The Gospel is true!" - a few times. This guy is on the corner and asks me what I'm yelling. I tell him and he asks what does it mean. So I tell him! I think he was more than just polite, cuz he bows his head a little and gets real quiet. So I tell him he just felt the Spirit and if he ever wants to know more about it he should flag down those guys in the whites shirts who ride bikes all over Santee and they will explain it to him. It was a win-win! I get to get off my chest, someone gets to feel the Spirit and no one has to listen to me when I get home! (Sorry, Randy & Caitlin-you did have to hear the story-just not the testimony) What a deal!

Shooting Black Powder!

So this weekend I get to shoot black powder rifles at the Varsity Rendezvous! I love the smell of it...for a while at least. By the end of the day I get a little headache. Each year I go up and help at the range and in return I get to shoot when the youth are done. It is fun so see all the outfits and clothing. The boys have blast and the energy is so cool. I love getting to help with stuff and still get to have fun. Kinda of a good combination. I really, really hope some wonderful Priesthood leader steps up to the plate this year and tells La Mesa ward that Indians in those days (or any days!) did not run around with war paint and Speedos!!! Not a single one of those guys have the bod for that, yet. Sorry, Rose. Stick to Chris!

Did It!

I just got back. "I hurt." I am not sure if there is any way to say this more explicitly. My chin looks like a cheese grater got to it from hitting the net on the tube going into the biggest trough from a hugmongous wake!!! My neck has been twisted twice around and is still twisetd from passing back and forth between magnificant wakes. But I can tuck my shoulder down and rudder my foot to zigzag through the bay. I can even get up an my knees and stay for few seconds. I can wave one hand. My arms have been pulled out their sockets and indescriminatley stuffed back in from water boarding... And Yes, I am referring to the board you try to stand up on AND forcing water down your throat. I squirted whip cream into my mouth from the can.... a lot of times!!!! I am burnt. My skin is dry. My hair.... But did I have fun!!!! I will now soak in a bubble bath for hours. Can't wait to do it again.

Doing MY Things!

I am going to spend the next two days at the bay: inner tubing, wake boarding, water skiing and just plain having the time of my life. I will not worry about anything or anybody! I will laugh and play and work my body into a real good sweat (can you sweat in the water?) and exhaust myself with a bunch of young women from my Church. I will not care one whit that I have gained weight or gotten older. The girls only care that I do the same things they do... most of the time before they do! I will stay up all night, if I want to, and eat somemores and woofums; with lots of whip cream. I may even slurp from the can. I will not wash dishes: I am using paper! Sunday I will hurt soooo bad, but I will have been "me", doing "me" things. Just thought you might like to know, in case I die...You will know I died doing the things I love. Next weekend I am going to shoot black powder, set traps and run around with other guys who like the same things. This summer I ate Chili peppers and found I really don't like them. But I do like a hot turkey and weird pepper cheese sandwich with tomato (Jeff made it). I will spend as much time doing Genealogy as I like, because my time is now mine. I am going through a transition and I love doing it!!!! I even figured out how to change the headings on this blog so I don't have two dates on every posting!

Albuquerque!

I just got back from Albuquerque last night. It was a quick trip to be there for Lukas Blessing. That kid is never going to learn to walk!!! He is so fun to hug. Taking a plane is so much easier than those long drives. Without kids along I am not sure I can do them anymore. It gives me a chance to read trashy mags like People. It is fun to meet new people and get to know them. But is still weird to me what intimate stuff people will tell a stranger. Watching people at airports is almost as much fun as going to the zoo. I sat in front of a dog that barked the whole way and a sweet child that didn't want me to sleep. Thank goodness for short flights. It was good to hug my Katie again. And, of course the grandkids. Jeff, as usual, made scrumptious food.

Wicked

Last Saturday I went to see Wicked. Oh, my goodness! It was so good. I wanted to crawl up on stage and figure out how they did those sets!! The costumes were whimsical and intricate. The acting was incredible The audience booed and laughed and cried and oohed. The character were alive!!! I would so love to go it again.

My garden has done very well with tomatoes this year. I feel guilty, but each day I go out and hope the plants are finally dying. Each week I making wheat bread: grind, knead, rise, etc. Butter and honey on each slice is pretty good. I can see how people can live on it.

Work starts today. I miss the kids. But really loved the days of reading and doing genealogy whenever I wanted. Oh well. Life is so tough.