Lead Me, Guide Me, Walk Beside Me

Last night I spent the evening in the company of two of the most valiant people I have ever known, My parents. The older I grow the more I become aware that these two people are amazing. My dear sweet Pa Pa bought my darling mom a new Christmas Tree for her birthday. She and I had traveled up to the big city last week to buy ornaments for the new tree, what a fun time I had. Then last night we spent decorating the tree. Mom was thrilled and one of the last things she said to me before I left was, 'this is the first time I have ever had such an elegant tree.' That made me feel so warm and fuzzy.

How wonderful that Heavenly Father sent us such wonderful people to keep us on the straight and narrow, loving us every step or misstep of the way. Sometimes I wonder what I did or do that could make me eligible to call such wonderful people 'my parents.'

Payback!

It was only a matter of time. The neighbor claimed he had no intention of retaliating but as you can see, his natural man got the better of him, and he succumbed.
No matter, it is all in fun and may I say it has really caused a stir among the masses here in our little hometown. We have had strangers stop in the middle of the street and pull out their cell phones to take a picture. It truly has been a lovely time and experience. (I have spoken this before having to clean up two yards.) Anyway kudos to both BYU and Utah, while we sit in the comfort of our lazy chairs and warm fireplace they are battling it out on the gridiron as I type. They both have had amazing seasons and I am proud to say I am a FAN!

And so it begins

It is RIVALRY week and as a loyal BYU Blue Cougar fan, my husband felt it was his responsibility, nay, his obligation to celebrate in his own understated way. But let me start at the beginning.
We had a wonderful couple move in across the street from us over the past couple of years and they are exemplary neighbors. They keep their yard up, they keep the wild parties at a minimum, they are friendly and obliging. They seem to be the perfect neighbors except for one very dark flaw, the husband is a Ute fan! All this aside we have maintained a very civil and friendly relationship with our dear neighbors, until rivalry week hits. Then all bets are off and crap hits the fan.
For those that a)don't live in Utah, or b)live in a cave in Utah never seeing the light of day, rivalry week is the week of the BYU-Utah football game. This is the week where anything and everything can take place but we didn't plan on the neighbor switching sides (with the help of some very concerned neighbors and an intervention) and declaring his allegiance in such a public way. You see, I believe deep down in everyone's heart they are true blue BYU fans.
So as you enjoy the following pictures please hum the Cougar Fight song, it truly will add to the enjoyment!

What a Beauty

I know I have been gone for a while but here is the most beautiful baby girl! I just had to share my gorgeous posterity!

It's your birthday

 

Happy Birthday to you
Happy Birthday to you
Happy Birthday Dear Si Si
Happy Birthday to you

My how time flies my little Seasarino. I remember so clearly the day you made me a grandma. It was also the day that you made grandma and grandpa great, great grandparents. I was in awe of your delicate beauty and your tiny little self. Even at such a tender age you showed that you were a very sweet, dear, loving little one. You would sleep so well and soundly with your little hands crossed on your tummy. I loved how you would cuddle into my shoulder and sleep, what a cuddlebug you were. As you grew older I was amazed at how you wrapped everyone around your little finger. Your uncles were mesmerized by the miracle that is you. They always wanted to hold you and haul you around with them. I believe you helped them become the good dads that they are today by nurturing you. So my little Si Si I hope that your day was everything you wanted it to be and that you will always know that you are at the very center of my heart. I will always love you dearly. HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY LITTLE ONE!

Is anyone out there?

Out of interest, I check my stats counter on occasion and I can't help but notice that blogging appears to be a weekend sport, at least the bloggers that visit my blog. Maybe I should investigate this further and try to link it to what is going on with the world scene. For instance, yesterday was a very slow day for my blog. I wonder if this has anything to do with the results of the elections that took place the day before. Some may have been out celebrating or some may have been in the depths of despair and therefore not in any way shape or form wanting to spend time reading about other peoples lives. I guess that says a lot about me and the state of my life. I generally check my blog at least daily (if not hourly, depending on my boredom level). I also love checking the blogs of friends and family on a regular basis, and may I say I am terribly disappointed in the irregularity of some peoples posting. (I say this not wanting to pass judgement only wanting to keep up with your lives.) I have also been gently nudged on occasion when I have been slow to report in so I guess I should not be casting stones. So anyway, just passing along one of my observations, man, I really must be bored or desperate to ramble on like this but I figure it won't really make a difference to most of you, at least not until the weekend.

Amazing Grace

Sometimes I just amaze myself. I think of myself as a perfectly competent person, capable of walking and chewing gum at the same time. Then out of the blue I prove that walking may be a bigger chore for me then I realize. Yesterday I went into see the Bishop for the purpose of getting my recommend renewed. We came home from church planning to go down to the Stake Center to get the Stake Presidents signature, I mean, I am talking maybe a 40 minute time frame and I somehow lost the recommend. You may wonder, 'how does she lose a recommend in an area consisting of approximately 100 square feet.' That would be a really good question and if you come up with the answer I would love to know what it is. Anyway Mr Darcy decided to go down without me while I kept tearing the house apart. (I was even looking in places it couldn't possibly have been unless it actually had grown legs and walked away!) About 5 minutes after Mr Darcy drives off, I find it in the most logical places of all and being that the Stake Center is only about a 10 minute walk from my house, I grabbed the umbrella (oh, did I mention it was raining?) and head on down the hill to the church. About halfway there I decided to take a shortcut across the elementary school parking lot. Well, I mentioned it was raining, therefore the blacktop was wet, really wet, and I had zero traction on my shoes and it had a slight incline, and I was wearing a dress, (wait don't get ahead of me, I know you are!) Anyway, yes, I slid on the very wet, very black parking lot and went down on my knee and my keister. Well, of course the first thing to do is try to scramble to my feet and hope that no one saw me do such a graceless thing. I stood up and took one more step and went down AGAIN! My word, how uncoordinated can I be. At this point I had black dripping down my legs, my dress was saturated on one side (thank goodness it was black) My hand was black and throbbing and my knee was bleeding and looked like it was covered with road rash. There was also a cut on the top of my foot. I figured if I continued on I was looking at putting myself into a coma so after jumping up again, and hoping I hadn't flashed everyone in the houses across the street, I carefully turned and walked back up the hill. Luckily my hubby was just coming back and saw me hobbling up the hill and picked me up. He drove me down to the Stake Center while I used some old napkins he had in the car to wipe the black off my legs and hand. Today I am stiff and sore in places that I had no clue it could affect. Well, that is the saga of my Sunday afternoon, for some reason I have to make a production out of everything. And if my kids are reading this, and laughing, just remember, your time will come! (below is the picture of said injuries.)