We went to lunch........

.......30 miles away, in Morgan, UT.



They have the best raspberry shakes.



We decided to take the scenic route home.



We had never noticed these rock formations before



The Fall colors were beautiful.



We relaxed where the 1847 Pioneers had trod.



We also found we were not the only ones on the road...



88 miles and four hours later we got home. A long way for a hamburger and a shake, BUT.... the weather was glorious, the scenery beautiful, and the company THE BEST....
it doesn't get any better than that.

My Weekend in Pictures.....

...... I decided to take a leaf out of Lilian's book.

David asked us to have a sleepover at his house for three nights while he took Christine out of town(SL is not WB).
Friday we decided to have tacos for,
two grandparents, and four grandkids:o)

Reality check, 4 visiting neighorhood kids also got invited.



Rebecca made Granma a quesadilla (with a little help from some friends)
(she also lost a tooth but had to wait till Daddy got home to call the Tooth Fairy :o)


Saturday morning Granpa and Uncle Tim enjoying an Ulster fry before watching England's FA Cup Final



Sunday, happy family reunited



Granma doing what she does best, slurping a smoothie, eating Mrs Cavanaughs and reading the Sunday paper aka The Sunday Crossword. Well, after the obits, :o)


AHHHH!!!! the peace of the Sabbath :o)

PB&J....

.....I ate my very first one........

In 47 years of living the "American Dream" I am finally caught up :o).......
I went to BYU Women's Conference and since there is no time allowed for lunch and you catch as catch can, Lesley brought the fixins' for this American staple and I enjoyed. :o)
According to Lesley it has to be Dick's bread, according to David it has to be Skippy peanut butter, and as far as I am concerned if it is my home-made raspberry freezer jam, YOU ALWAYS WIN!!!!!

January 2010

January 5th I went to LDS Hospital for a right hip replacement. I was nervous. But from the time we entered the hospital everyone was friendly, courteous, helpful and full of confidence. I began to relax. And by the time Lesley and Lilian arrived to give their Dad moral support we were ready for a party. Well, they partied. The first person to visit was a respiratory therapist and this shows my efforts to get my lungs moving.
In about 4 hours they had me up on my feet with the aid of a walker. I had to get physical therapy. Alan of course went with me for moral support for me and hopefully a learning curve for him. (to help me at home). Well, needless to say Alan was in great form. There were some others there who had had knee surgeries and with long broad elastic "reins" were attempting to lift their legs. Of course Alan starts singing, "oh, the Deadwood stage is a'coming on over the hill". It wasn't all fun and games but they did take care of me. Alan was able to stay at nights and it was a comfort to me to see him when I opened my eyes.
Coming home was quite traumatic as the car seat was a long way down. But we made it and I was able to tackle the stairs. I have never used crutches before but they were surprisingly easy to maneuver. And now I am beginning to go on one crutch.

For a few days I felt like I was on a roller coaster as I dealt with reactions to various drugs and taking pills on an empty stomach.
I have had a Physical Therapist visit me at home three times a week to teach me and encourage me in doing exercises. I have also had a home nurse visit twice a week with 24 hour on call service.
On Wednesday I have a follow-up visit scheduled with the surgeon.
Some neighbors brought meals and others came to encourage. Cory took G'pa to a car show while Lilian "tended" G'ma. Jeffrey and Melissa brought me a Jamba Juice :o)
What a great job Alan has done/is doing in taking care of me. He would have done it for me if possible and we have shed a few tears together as I hurt and he hurt for me. But we have also laughed a lot too.
I am grateful for Heavenly Father who has put into the hearts and minds of men to develop these procedures and other procedures to help us here on the earth.

Saturday night we all went to Lilian and Cory's to celebrate Alan's birthday and what a great way to celebrate my "coming out" of the house.

Comforts of Home

Oh the weather outside is frightful (4ins snow)
and the fire is so delightful
and since there's no place to go
LET IT SNOW, LET IT SNOW, LET IT SNOW.

and a nice bowl of homemade soup.

UTAH....revisited

OR......
.... What do you do in the Summer time when all the world is green.?

I love the summertime when we get to participate in our Nation's birthday and go to the parade in Kaysville with Lilian and her family, and have a family BBQ at David's and then watch fireworks and sing patriotic songs.
Later in July we celebrate the pioneers entering the Salt Lake Valley. I can NEVER get past the 24th without having compassion for the women pioneers in their long skirts trailing the ground and having to cook over hot fires etc. No A/C for them. Not even any shade. Doesn't your heart go out to them? I do not forget the men, I just think of those long skirts.
We love to go to Cherry Hill and celebrate two family birthdays.



I love to go to Dairy Queen late at night and eat ice cream.
I sometimes go to watch Michael and Jeffrey play softball. There is a certain amount of laziness in the air.
As we have travelled around in other States and we see people playing ball etc. we always think, "this is America" One time as we returned from a trip to England we got on the plane at Gatwick and the cabin was resounding with the Tabernacle Choir's recording of "Oh beautiful for Spacious Skies" our hearts were touched and we were ready to return "HOME"
Becca can sum it up for all of us I'm sure.



So, what do you like to do in the summertime?

F.A. Cup (or England's Super Bowl)

This is the oldest Football tournament in the world. It started in 1872. It is a knockout format. Every team from the Premier League teams to the lower league teams are in the running. All of the teams are represented by a number, the numbers are placed in a bag and two numbers are pulled and these are the teams that play against each other. Often the lower league teams play against the Premier teams and can give the premier team a scare.Well today was the "match". Everton a Northern team against Chelsea a Southern team. Alan was cheering for Everton, unfortunately they didn't win although they did score a goal in the FIRST minute.
Lesley and Lilian came at separate times towards the end of the "match" and thought it was "tender" that Dad had his friends come to watch with him, I made them breakfast. Well, "kickoff" was 8 o'clock in the morning.


Alan has always played football(soccer)and at 15 was the captain of his school team. When we came to Utah he played every Saturday with various teams locally.(not all at the same time!)In his mind he is still playing. A definite case of "the Spirit is willing but the flesh is weak."
Back in 1987 we went on a trip to England and visited "WEMBLEY STADIUM" which is "sacred" ground to football lovers. We took a tour of the grounds and the guide turned on the "sound" of the crowd's roar as we emerged from the "tunnel". (brought tears to our eyes). And at the end we took the walk and climbed the stairs to receive "THE CUP" (a replica of course) As the crowd roared (again) Alan kissed the CUP and held it up for the fans to see. Every English schoolboy's dream. It was a pilgrimage.