the last blog of 2010

This is my last blog for the year 2010. I have not blogged since August. I lost interest in it because no one was reading my blogs. They are boring and my site is boring and I don't know what I am doing. I need help and maybe Aaron can hep me with it. I am learning. I really, truly am.

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It is August 12. My last entry was on July 9 which was Kenyon's birthday. In the almost 5 weeks since that entry Kenyon's father fell and broke his leg (he is 89), Kenyon had his last drill of his military career, we had a family reunion, we attended Kenyon's 40 year high school reunion, and one of our granddaughters had her 14th B Day Party. It's been a fun summer.

Kenyon's folks will have been married for 65 years in just a few days. I believe that we will be going back to their home to spend the weekend with them. His father was in the hospital during the family reunion, so we went to their home and picked up his mom and brought her to the family reunion and then we took her home again and went to visit his dad. Sure hate to see them get old, but on the other hand I know that my daughter thinks the same thing about me, "sure hate to see her get old." HEE HEE. And at the high school reunion, Kenyon remarked that, "I know it is my 40 year high school reunion, but where did all these old people come from." Funny, huh.

One thing he learned at his reunion is that all the girls thought he was shy. Can you imagine that, Kenyon, shy. He was involved in drama (he was in every one act play, every musical, every three act play, every production of any kind that the school put on), and he was involved in choir and a special singing group called the "Gate City Singers" that was a widely requested group throughout the city. Any event of any importance in the city of Pocatello was entertained by the Gate City Singers. But they say he was shy. One girl described it as, "I would see you walking down the hallway and you would see me and you would duck into a room or down another hallway or anything, just so you wouldn't have to pass me and say hello." It really seems incredible to me that Kenyon could be described as shy.

It is my goal to post weekly, so...

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My weekly post.

We went to Star Valley to visit Kenyon's parents over the holiday of July 4th. Most of the time, there is an argument between us about some darn thing. Before I left for Star Valley this time, I promised myself that I would not bite on anything Mom started. Hey, it worked.

We traveled through Rexburg and up through Driggs and Victor on this trip instead of the usual through Idaho Falls on Highway 20. Our reasoning for traveling through Rexburg was because I hadn't been to the temple yet that week and the temple in IF is closed, so we went through Rexburg so we could stop at the temple there.

On our way home, we went through Swan Valley and then through Idaho Falls. Swan Valley sure is beautiful in the summer. That overlook is, as they say, breathtaking. I told myself that maybe Swan Valley wouldn't be so bad to move to, but then I reminded myself that Swan Valley gets winter the same as Blackfoot. I am tired of winter. I want to live where it is warm all year round.

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This is my last daily post on this medium. I will continue posting weekly, but not daily.

The boys and I had a great day yesterday. The two oldest were excited all morning long because at noon they were going to a B Day party at the swimming pool. When they left, I fed the baby and put him down for a nap, then I took a nap, too.

By the time the boys returned, the baby and I were well refreshed and ready for another great afternoon. We spent some time taking turns jumping on the tramp. WOW. The baby has no fear of jumping off the slide and onto the tramp. He is awesome. I believe that the second son had no fear of that also. I know he is still pretty brave, though he is more cautious now. Sure love that little fart. He is my favorite second son of my daughter Emily.

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Just looked at Sally Lloyd-Jones blog showing a fake commercial about the Bronte Sisters Power Dolls. Strange. Very strange.

Went to Della's yesterday to see where she can help me with my business. It is becoming a little too overwhelming for me. I need help rewriting the histories of the units. Some of the histories are copywrited and rather than try to find out which are and which aren't, I am just rewriting all of them. Della wants to help me so it won't take as long.

Kenyon goes to SLC today for an appointment with a podiatrist. The hitch on his Harwee melted from the exhaust. It was the hitch itself, not the ball. Don't know how he is going to fix it. It is a plastic hitch. Guess I'll talk to Travis and see how long it will take to make a metal hitch.

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A few days ago, Emily's adopted son, Zak, came by the house and Kenyon saw a trailer hitch ball that Zak has on the back of his truck. It is a 6 1/2 inch ball. Kenyon decided he wanted one for his Harwee just because it would be so hilarious. He found one on the internet and it came in early last week. A friend of Grant's told Kenyon that he would build a hitch piece for the ball to go onto, but Kenyon didn't want to wait because Sunday was coming up and he wanted to show it off now.

So on Saturday, Kenyon built a hitch piece for the ball out of wood. The main problem with the building of the hitch piece is that the exhaust for the Harwee is right there where the hitch is and since the ball is only made of plastic, Kenyon needed to place the ball far enough away from the exhaust so that it wouldn't melt. Plus the Harwee is so low to the ground that the hitch piece had to be built up a little higher so it wouldn't drag on the ground.

So on Saturday he gets this hitch built, attaches the ball to the hitch and goes off to town for some zip ties for the dune buggy. While in town, he had two people ask about his hitch (Kenyon loves that kind of attention). On Sunday, however, we were a little later arriving to church than usual and so not too many people in our ward saw it. Kenyon was a bit disappointed, but Hey, there's always next week.

It's pretty fun being married to him. He really enjoys life.

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Been reading some blogs by some military wives. I will learn to be more fun, I promise. Those young women are very interesting bloggers. That is something I will learn along the way I believe.

Also, they put pictures in their blogs and one has music running in the background all the time that you are reading her blog. I'll learn to do that too.

Eydie's B Day yesterday. I called her and found out that Jessie and Della had also called her. Great day for Eydie, huh.

Next weekend, the Fourth, we are helping Kenyon's folks move out of their resort home. They are just getting too old to keep traveling from St. George at the bottom of Utah, back up to Star Valley in Wyoming. Even though it is only once a year, it is a strain on them to clean up after the winter and then to winterize the house and all when they leave. Star Valley is only open anyway for the four months of summer so they can only stay there for the four months, but it is just getting too much for them. They have decided to sell their park model and we are helping them pack up stuff and decide what to sell, what to take back to St. George, and what to store somewhere.

I am looking forward to being there. Honestly, I am. For some reason, Mom, always seems to want to start an argument with me. She will purposely say something that she knows will make me react. Anyway, I have decided that I am not reacting anymore. She can keep her argument to herself. Besides wanting to spend some quality time playing Progressive Hand and Foot with them, I am looking forward to not reacting when she tries to start an argument. I am not going to react.

Yesterday, Kenyon and I got to spend most of the day together. We were emptying out the cabin that Sam and Tai stayed in while they were here (Kenyon wants to finish the taping, texturing, and painting before his folks are here for the family reunion in August). We moved out the bed, the chairs, the Thomas Kincaid picture on the wall, the lamp, the chest of drawers, the night stand, and rug, and something else that I can't remember. It only took about an hour.

Oh, I read a challenge on Friday from someone who knows how to be successful. I am not allowed to do any complaining about anything for three days. Boy, I thought I was normally a person who didn't complain a lot, but now that I am being more concious about it, I realize that it is an effort to not complain. Getting better at it, though. "Better at what, complaining or not complaining." I am trying to say that I am getting better at not complaining.

That reminds me of Barbara Streisand in the movie, "What's Up Doc." Ryan O'Neal is talking with her and saying how she is just different. She says, "I know I'm different, but I'll try to be the same." Ryan says, "The same as what." She says, "The same as people who aren't different." What does that mean, huh. I love that show. When I want to laugh so hard that I wet my pants, I watch "What's Up Doc."

Sunday today. Looking forward to a beautiful Sabbath Day.

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