<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380230711802700934</id><updated>2011-07-30T20:37:33.414-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Slave</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewysons.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380230711802700934/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewysons.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14821341174640963970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>94</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380230711802700934.post-3255914300174151714</id><published>2010-05-29T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T21:12:41.452-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Long time since I have blogged.  Facebook takes over.  We are at the cabin.  It is very nice up here.  Can you say relaxing?  On the way up I got some sad news.  The teacher my girls had for dance had a brain anurism.  (don't know if I spelled that right) They caught it and did surgery.  I hope she is doing great and recovers fully. She is such a wonderful person.  The recital is next week and she wants it to still go on. She is amazing. My prayers are with her.  So far this year hasn't been very good for me.  I have been trying to keep this up but it seems like I keep getting dragged back down.  Satan keeps trying.  I have so many blessings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380230711802700934-3255914300174151714?l=thewysons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewysons.blogspot.com/feeds/3255914300174151714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380230711802700934&amp;postID=3255914300174151714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380230711802700934/posts/default/3255914300174151714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380230711802700934/posts/default/3255914300174151714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewysons.blogspot.com/2010/05/long-time-since-i-have-blogged.html' title=''/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14821341174640963970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380230711802700934.post-4796252291907433186</id><published>2009-09-16T16:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T16:46:30.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>well</title><content type='html'>The boys went to New York to watch a couple of the Yankees games.  Joe took them for their birthdays.  It was nice and quiet here for a couple days.  What did I do?  I cleaned the carpets--woohoo!  They did  not like the filthy dirty subways.  They were not impressed with New York in any way shape or form as far as they told me.  I wasn't either and I wasn't there very long when I went.  I didn't think I would sleep very well with Joe gone because usually I don't but surprisingly enough I slept pretty well.  Setting the alarm every night probably helped. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe Tim will be home in 82 days.  I hope his head wound doesn't get infected.  Why does he always hit his head?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380230711802700934-4796252291907433186?l=thewysons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewysons.blogspot.com/feeds/4796252291907433186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380230711802700934&amp;postID=4796252291907433186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380230711802700934/posts/default/4796252291907433186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380230711802700934/posts/default/4796252291907433186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewysons.blogspot.com/2009/09/well.html' title='well'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14821341174640963970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380230711802700934.post-6249142726667940044</id><published>2009-08-31T21:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T21:26:29.121-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can't believe it has been so long since I have blogged. WOW  What a busy summer.  One more trip to go so far.  We have our annual trip to the cabin this weekend.  I hope all my kids except Tim of course will be there.  I also can't believe that Tim only has a few weeks left wow how tiime flies.  Somethimes I feel I don't have control any more but did I ever?  I babysat my grandkids this weekend it was fun.  I did have lots of help with the 3 girls here to do things for them.  Life is short and full of lots of events.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380230711802700934-6249142726667940044?l=thewysons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewysons.blogspot.com/feeds/6249142726667940044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380230711802700934&amp;postID=6249142726667940044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380230711802700934/posts/default/6249142726667940044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380230711802700934/posts/default/6249142726667940044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewysons.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-cant-believe-it-has-been-so-long.html' title=''/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14821341174640963970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380230711802700934.post-7336551908709111352</id><published>2009-06-08T21:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T22:01:48.849-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can you believe this</title><content type='html'>THOMAS: ... Obama is 'we are above that now.' We're not just parochial, we're not just chauvinistic, we're not just provincial. We stand for something - I mean in a way Obama's standing above the country, above - above the world, he's sort of God. He's-&lt;br /&gt;MATTHEWS: Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;THOMAS: He's going to bring all different sides together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good grief! Isn't that something. Comparing Obama to God!  How ludicrous is that?  What kind of God fearing people have we become?  I could not believe this and to think that people still worship this anti-Christ!  Yes, I believe he is an anti-Christ, maybe not the anti-Christ but one.  To think that someone would rather meet him than President Monsen is just beyond my comprehension.  I can't even talk anymore.  I am flabberghasted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380230711802700934-7336551908709111352?l=thewysons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewysons.blogspot.com/feeds/7336551908709111352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380230711802700934&amp;postID=7336551908709111352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380230711802700934/posts/default/7336551908709111352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380230711802700934/posts/default/7336551908709111352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewysons.blogspot.com/2009/06/can-you-believe-this.html' title='Can you believe this'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14821341174640963970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380230711802700934.post-4834750280955446289</id><published>2009-03-30T14:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T14:46:25.741-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tims letter</title><content type='html'>I got this letter from Tim this morning.  He is doing so well.  He is on his 4th Island and said he will probably stay there til the end.  Mindelo is on that Island and I have heard of that city. I love what missions to for our children and for others children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received a letter from a member that lives is Fogo and is now a mini missionary. Let me translate what he wrote to me word for word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His name is Jony and he said "Elder Wyson, how is the mission going over there? Here everyone asks about you. They say "where is that funny elder?". It is with much pride that I am writing you to thank you for the help you gave me when you were here with Elder Cruzinho and Elder Nascimento. Principaly you gave me lots of strength and encouragment to prepare my mission papers, your advice strengthened my testimony. I remember when you told me that I was only being tested because my mission papers were taking a long time to finish. You are a really cool, relaxed and way loving with people. Now, I want to give you some advice. Don't worry about what people say about you. You are valiant for the cause of Christ. Your are a server chosen to teach his words. Then he left the scripture 3 Nephi 5:13."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  And that is what he said. You guys can take it for how you want but I have my own way of taking it and that man has a special place in my heart. I don't always see my success as I have said before. No maybe I am not AP or ZL, but you know what they don't get to teach as much as I do. So maybe that is why I haven't be called to those positions because my mouth, my teachings ,and my attitude with people helps bring people to the gospel and to Jesus Christ better than the next. I really don't care about those positions. I know is that I love the Savior more than anyone in the world because through him I can love someone. This church is true. I love being a missionary. I am not saying I don't get trunky and think about home sometimes, but it passes and I keep working. That is life as a missionary I love this work and the other stuff can wait until later. I love you all&lt;br /&gt;tchau&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380230711802700934-4834750280955446289?l=thewysons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewysons.blogspot.com/feeds/4834750280955446289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380230711802700934&amp;postID=4834750280955446289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380230711802700934/posts/default/4834750280955446289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380230711802700934/posts/default/4834750280955446289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewysons.blogspot.com/2009/03/tims-letter.html' title='tims letter'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14821341174640963970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380230711802700934.post-788762837209358349</id><published>2009-03-26T01:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T01:39:19.064-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03BXDjDhXMc/Scs_Bq5JNPI/AAAAAAAAANs/uGfT80CHQoc/s1600-h/tim+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317413082967389426" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03BXDjDhXMc/Scs_Bq5JNPI/AAAAAAAAANs/uGfT80CHQoc/s320/tim+1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03BXDjDhXMc/Scs_Bj0PZOI/AAAAAAAAANk/IbJr3Ixd3uE/s1600-h/tim+mail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317413081067775202" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03BXDjDhXMc/Scs_Bj0PZOI/AAAAAAAAANk/IbJr3Ixd3uE/s320/tim+mail.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tim got a letter this day.  This is a picture a Lady missionary put on her blog about mail day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380230711802700934-788762837209358349?l=thewysons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewysons.blogspot.com/feeds/788762837209358349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380230711802700934&amp;postID=788762837209358349' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380230711802700934/posts/default/788762837209358349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380230711802700934/posts/default/788762837209358349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewysons.blogspot.com/2009/03/tim-got-letter-this-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14821341174640963970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03BXDjDhXMc/Scs_Bq5JNPI/AAAAAAAAANs/uGfT80CHQoc/s72-c/tim+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380230711802700934.post-215192417895651470</id><published>2009-03-26T01:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T01:17:26.508-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I love this one</title><content type='html'>Bringing America Together. The election is over. It is time to repair friendships with the other party. Governor Sarah Palin is doing her part to do just that.The rest of the world cannot understand how, after bitter election campaigns, American politicians can kiss and make-up.For instance, Gov. Palin has invited, to her great state of Alaska, the men who defeated her, Barack Obama and Joe Biden. She has set up a moose hunting trip for their enjoyment and hired three prominent experts in their field to assist them.Dick Cheney will lead them on the hunt, Ted Kennedy will drive them back to their cabins each evening, and Bill Clinton will entertain their wives and daughters.What a lady! That Sarah is such a sport and thinks and thinks of everything!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380230711802700934-215192417895651470?l=thewysons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewysons.blogspot.com/feeds/215192417895651470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380230711802700934&amp;postID=215192417895651470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380230711802700934/posts/default/215192417895651470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380230711802700934/posts/default/215192417895651470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewysons.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-love-this-one.html' title='I love this one'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14821341174640963970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380230711802700934.post-6549092627930591099</id><published>2009-03-22T22:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T22:28:25.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>osama-obama</title><content type='html'>I haven't written for a while.  I can't wait until Obama is out.  How could someone still want to support him.  He is making a mess of this country.  He has not done one good thing.  Good grief he can't even talk without his teleprompter.  He makes fun of the handicap on the tonight show.  What president of the United States goes on the tonight show?????!!!!!!!!  He is at a ballgame drinking beer, what an example.  His wife takes down the pictures of George Washington so she can have parties in that room.  He is practicing bowling while the country is falling apart.  He gives money to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;AIG&lt;/span&gt; and what did they do with it?  ha! While we are steaming over that he goes and prints billions of more dollars!  He is an idiot!!!!!!!  There will be no place in history for people to remember the good he has done because he hasn't done any!!!!!!  Because of him companies have to cancel health insurance for their employees.  I think they should have done stem cell research on him.  Maybe they still can.  He doesn't have a soul!  He is going against everything in the constitution.  He is an anti-American.  He wants to ruin this country so he can be king.  Enough my blood pressure is to high.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380230711802700934-6549092627930591099?l=thewysons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewysons.blogspot.com/feeds/6549092627930591099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380230711802700934&amp;postID=6549092627930591099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380230711802700934/posts/default/6549092627930591099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380230711802700934/posts/default/6549092627930591099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewysons.blogspot.com/2009/03/osama-obama.html' title='osama-obama'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14821341174640963970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380230711802700934.post-8198224491582050539</id><published>2009-03-09T15:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T15:05:33.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>flying</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03BXDjDhXMc/SbWSSuTiKMI/AAAAAAAAANc/NJNh-tfCmII/s1600-h/IMG_2175___Version_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03BXDjDhXMc/SbWSSuTiKMI/AAAAAAAAANc/NJNh-tfCmII/s320/IMG_2175___Version_2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311312185918630082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is what we do for fun now.  Yes we are a crazy family.  We will really be crasy when mom, that's me, does that.  Yes, I will probably do that one day.  heehee.  When I do I hope to be alive to blog about it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380230711802700934-8198224491582050539?l=thewysons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewysons.blogspot.com/feeds/8198224491582050539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380230711802700934&amp;postID=8198224491582050539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380230711802700934/posts/default/8198224491582050539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380230711802700934/posts/default/8198224491582050539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewysons.blogspot.com/2009/03/flying.html' title='flying'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14821341174640963970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03BXDjDhXMc/SbWSSuTiKMI/AAAAAAAAANc/NJNh-tfCmII/s72-c/IMG_2175___Version_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380230711802700934.post-5379042208962447288</id><published>2009-02-11T21:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T21:43:40.931-08:00</updated><title type='text'>rambling</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03BXDjDhXMc/SZO2mT3QwXI/AAAAAAAAANU/Dw1ODiRWCt8/s1600-h/DSC_0752.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 213px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301781955628548466" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03BXDjDhXMc/SZO2mT3QwXI/AAAAAAAAANU/Dw1ODiRWCt8/s320/DSC_0752.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03BXDjDhXMc/SZO14TFVHnI/AAAAAAAAANM/BipqoAn1ZoI/s1600-h/DSC_0765.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301781165145136754" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03BXDjDhXMc/SZO14TFVHnI/AAAAAAAAANM/BipqoAn1ZoI/s320/DSC_0765.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't believe that Tim will be home in 296 days. Wow how time flies. Maybe I will be done with Bobby's scrapbook by them. LOL. Christina and Sabrina were in a fashion show the other night. It was fantabulous. All the girls did such a fantastic job. They were all beautiful. Christina said that the above dress made her feel like a princess. She can just dream because I am not spending 420 on a prom dress and it isn't white for a wedding dress. lol  Sabrina chose all short dresses.  She doesn't wear heals very often but bought these.  Probably for the etiquette dinner at  school on Friday also.  She needs to learn to dress like a girl more because she looks cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380230711802700934-5379042208962447288?l=thewysons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewysons.blogspot.com/feeds/5379042208962447288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380230711802700934&amp;postID=5379042208962447288' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380230711802700934/posts/default/5379042208962447288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380230711802700934/posts/default/5379042208962447288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewysons.blogspot.com/2009/02/rambling.html' title='rambling'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14821341174640963970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03BXDjDhXMc/SZO2mT3QwXI/AAAAAAAAANU/Dw1ODiRWCt8/s72-c/DSC_0752.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380230711802700934.post-6599520232397039863</id><published>2009-02-08T13:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T14:00:09.935-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scrapbooking</title><content type='html'>I just came back from St George where I have spent the weekend &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;scrapbooking&lt;/span&gt;.  I have not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;scrapbooked&lt;/span&gt; since last year at this same event.  Kick me in the bum.  I got through 1 more year of Bobs book.  It is so boring baseball...baseball...baseball...  nothing new.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;heehee&lt;/span&gt;  Boys books aren't as fun as girls.  I am going to have my kids over once a month to do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;scrapbooking&lt;/span&gt; so we will do it.  I think Jenna will love it.  She is very creative.  I just have to get her pictures to scrap.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I WANT TO THANK SARAH AND SHAWNA (AND ANY OTHERS) FOR PUTTING THIS TOGETHER EVERY YEAR.  I DON'T KNOW ANYONE WHO DOESN'T HAVE A GREAT TIME.  EVEN WITH A OBNOXIOUS OLD LADY SITTING NEXT TO THEM.  ( I AM &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;GOIND&lt;/span&gt; TO TURN THAT SOB MUSIC OFF RIGHT NOW).  SHE WAS FUNNY THEN.  I AM NOT COMPLAINING AND HOPE YOU DIDN'T THINK I DID AT ALL.  YOU WORK TO HARD TO GET COMPLAINTS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;THANK YOU AGAIN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got 20 pages done.  I think they were pretty good too.  I would love to be all caught up.  I won the big prize.  I won a family portrait photo shoot.  They ask the manager for the Holiday Inn to be the judge for this contest.  The question was "Who has the most &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;outrageous&lt;/span&gt; photo on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;thier&lt;/span&gt; cell phone or camera?"  I won.  I have a picture from Hawaii on it.  My boys, Joey, Chris and Bobby were posing standing by the jacuzzi with their new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;speedos&lt;/span&gt; on.  I called them all and thanked them.  Thanks again boys. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;  Most of the women refused to look.  Now Sarah B .  I don't know if that was worse than the one you put on your blog of Tyler in that tight grey thing! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;HEEHEE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was very fun to bad it can't last longer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380230711802700934-6599520232397039863?l=thewysons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewysons.blogspot.com/feeds/6599520232397039863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380230711802700934&amp;postID=6599520232397039863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380230711802700934/posts/default/6599520232397039863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380230711802700934/posts/default/6599520232397039863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewysons.blogspot.com/2009/02/scrapbooking.html' title='Scrapbooking'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14821341174640963970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380230711802700934.post-601285005299818129</id><published>2009-01-22T08:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T09:35:08.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Florida</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03BXDjDhXMc/SXiuQA3df8I/AAAAAAAAANE/5GzlMdQBeYw/s1600-h/Nikon+281.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294172952107777986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03BXDjDhXMc/SXiuQA3df8I/AAAAAAAAANE/5GzlMdQBeYw/s320/Nikon+281.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03BXDjDhXMc/SXiuEAR7RbI/AAAAAAAAAM8/_fEuEpfkc_M/s1600-h/Nikon+166.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294172745791915442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03BXDjDhXMc/SXiuEAR7RbI/AAAAAAAAAM8/_fEuEpfkc_M/s320/Nikon+166.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Iwent to Florida for a week with my sister-in-law and bro-in-law. We had a great time. The asked us a couple days before we decided to go. It was all last minute,but we do most of what we do at the last minute. We flew to Tampa and went to St John's and the dog races. The races were so much fun. The dogs are so fast. The dog named Obama hurt his leg a quarter of the way through and turned around and went back with his tail between his legs. Sounds like he has the right name. Then we went to the Everglades. It was awesome, one of my favorites. There were alligators beside the road everywhere. We road a air boat and went on a sorta tour of the everglades and saw the most beautiful birds and more alligators. We moved on to Key Largo and went scuba diving, it was beautiful, the fish were everywhere and so many different kinds. I left some of my breakfast in the ocean. I decided that when I resurface I need to purge my stomach for some reason, I have been told that some people do that. We went to Key West the most southern part of the US and wow only 90 miles from Cuba. Guess we should have swam there...NOT! We stayed at Cocoa Beach but I didn't find Jeannie in a bottle on the beach. I didn't even find the bottle. I guess I am showing my age. Kennedy Space center was awesome. There was a shuttle on the launch pad waiting patiently to lift off-weather permitting. It would have been great to see that. Then off to Busch Gardens and roller coaster rides for 8 hours. It is the only place I have been where you have a zoo and rides in the same place. We did lots more and had a wonderful time with great company. I will treasure this vacation. Thanks Liz for the invite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380230711802700934-601285005299818129?l=thewysons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewysons.blogspot.com/feeds/601285005299818129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380230711802700934&amp;postID=601285005299818129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380230711802700934/posts/default/601285005299818129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380230711802700934/posts/default/601285005299818129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewysons.blogspot.com/2009/01/florida.html' title='Florida'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14821341174640963970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03BXDjDhXMc/SXiuQA3df8I/AAAAAAAAANE/5GzlMdQBeYw/s72-c/Nikon+281.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380230711802700934.post-2887985070577529391</id><published>2008-12-21T23:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T23:08:47.020-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>After all the snow, we finally finished most of the lights on our home.  We are going to put a star on top of the tree and that is probably all.  I don't want to take away from our manger.  It is the most important part of the whole light thing.  Lynn our neighbor wanted to have a light fight but, I don't this is it.  I love it. My husband and boys spent a lot of time on it and I thank them.  I think we need to start earlier though.  I saw a show on TV and these people take 3 months to get thier lights up.  Unbelievable.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03BXDjDhXMc/SU88VhNm6rI/AAAAAAAAAMs/e3DJKQ2tRYI/s1600-h/DSC_0215.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282507228319247026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03BXDjDhXMc/SU88VhNm6rI/AAAAAAAAAMs/e3DJKQ2tRYI/s320/DSC_0215.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380230711802700934-2887985070577529391?l=thewysons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewysons.blogspot.com/feeds/2887985070577529391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380230711802700934&amp;postID=2887985070577529391' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380230711802700934/posts/default/2887985070577529391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380230711802700934/posts/default/2887985070577529391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewysons.blogspot.com/2008/12/after-all-snow-we-finally-finished-most.html' title=''/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14821341174640963970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03BXDjDhXMc/SU88VhNm6rI/AAAAAAAAAMs/e3DJKQ2tRYI/s72-c/DSC_0215.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380230711802700934.post-3569868203142703001</id><published>2008-12-21T22:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T23:04:15.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'>J &amp; J Enterprises</title><content type='html'>This is our office and all of our employees as of December 19,2008. Not to bad.  We haven't had to lay anyone off yet and hope to not have too.  We have great people working for us.  It is our extended family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03BXDjDhXMc/SU86gD5gAgI/AAAAAAAAAMk/yfSWKc6oRU0/s1600-h/J%26J+Eenterprises+inc+08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282505210405585410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 189px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03BXDjDhXMc/SU86gD5gAgI/AAAAAAAAAMk/yfSWKc6oRU0/s320/J%26J+Eenterprises+inc+08.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After much contemplation---we decided to have our office party at J &amp;amp; J this year.  We bought 75 pounds of Carne Asada.  We also bought a pig and roasted it.  We got beans and rice and all the works to go with it.  It was so delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03BXDjDhXMc/SU86RQ89M0I/AAAAAAAAAMc/1ehH0zbS_IQ/s1600-h/DSC_0135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282504956211704642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03BXDjDhXMc/SU86RQ89M0I/AAAAAAAAAMc/1ehH0zbS_IQ/s320/DSC_0135.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03BXDjDhXMc/SU86FRjWR_I/AAAAAAAAAMU/nBP4JeuR9Gg/s1600-h/DSC_0132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282504750214301682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03BXDjDhXMc/SU86FRjWR_I/AAAAAAAAAMU/nBP4JeuR9Gg/s320/DSC_0132.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the pig that was cooked.  My mechanic and friend Danny, built this contraption.  The bottom is filled with charcoal and the lid is kept on at all times.  It was so delicious. Some were grossed out because it was whole, feet, head, eyes, ears etc...  but some people like to eat those kind of things.  It was a great party and I have to thank all these guys for making J &amp;amp; J what it is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03BXDjDhXMc/SU859xO3XBI/AAAAAAAAAMM/YWjUCg4JxLo/s1600-h/DSC_0131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282504621279370258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03BXDjDhXMc/SU859xO3XBI/AAAAAAAAAMM/YWjUCg4JxLo/s320/DSC_0131.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380230711802700934-3569868203142703001?l=thewysons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewysons.blogspot.com/feeds/3569868203142703001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380230711802700934&amp;postID=3569868203142703001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380230711802700934/posts/default/3569868203142703001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380230711802700934/posts/default/3569868203142703001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewysons.blogspot.com/2008/12/j-j-enterprises.html' title='J &amp; J Enterprises'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14821341174640963970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03BXDjDhXMc/SU86gD5gAgI/AAAAAAAAAMk/yfSWKc6oRU0/s72-c/J%26J+Eenterprises+inc+08.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380230711802700934.post-7264578707843096259</id><published>2008-12-17T20:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T21:11:30.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03BXDjDhXMc/SUnafbg2R7I/AAAAAAAAAME/CnACsEALZuM/s1600-h/DSC_0128.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280992271564949426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03BXDjDhXMc/SUnafbg2R7I/AAAAAAAAAME/CnACsEALZuM/s320/DSC_0128.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Well, heck it does snow in Las Vegas.  Wooohoooo  I could not get my car up my driveway!  It was so funny. Joe came home and 4 of us pushed it up.  We haven't had time to put up our nativity or the rest of our lights.  It kept raining and then it snowed.  We had a snowball fight at the office today for about a half and hour.  My hands were froze. I should not have been out in the cold because I have been pretty sick but I couldn't help it.  I like it when it snows and I don't need to go anywhere but I have a lot to do and don't have a great car for the snow.  Even the Escalade isn't that great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03BXDjDhXMc/SUnaWV9rJMI/AAAAAAAAAL8/N3Uf3Jvrm5U/s1600-h/DSC_0070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280992115456419010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03BXDjDhXMc/SUnaWV9rJMI/AAAAAAAAAL8/N3Uf3Jvrm5U/s320/DSC_0070.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my cute little grandaughter MIKAYLA.  She just got done dancing at her recital. Of course she was the best one there and the cutest dancer.  She is great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380230711802700934-7264578707843096259?l=thewysons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewysons.blogspot.com/feeds/7264578707843096259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380230711802700934&amp;postID=7264578707843096259' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380230711802700934/posts/default/7264578707843096259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380230711802700934/posts/default/7264578707843096259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewysons.blogspot.com/2008/12/well-heck-it-does-snow-in-las-vegas.html' title=''/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14821341174640963970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03BXDjDhXMc/SUnafbg2R7I/AAAAAAAAAME/CnACsEALZuM/s72-c/DSC_0128.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380230711802700934.post-7709680568575173743</id><published>2008-12-01T21:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T22:58:32.320-08:00</updated><title type='text'>tree</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03BXDjDhXMc/STTckOUdeNI/AAAAAAAAAL0/4TkEEw7s-gE/s1600-h/ctree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275083578435008722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03BXDjDhXMc/STTckOUdeNI/AAAAAAAAAL0/4TkEEw7s-gE/s320/ctree.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was told by my daughter that I didn't talk about her and her husband and the amazing tree they brought me. Maybe that is because it was sitting in the driveway. We brought our tree in last night. We always put it in the dining room so out went the nook table and we moved the dining table in the kitchen. In came the tree. I have had my tree fall over for the 3 years in a row prior to last year (no tree last year we were in Hawaii). I swore if it fell over the last year it would go in the garbage. That is no reflection on the tree getter, it is the tree putter upper. Sarah didn't know if she would have room to get her OLD, old mom a tree. LOL. They brought me one anyway. It is beautiful. We decorated it today. It is georgeous. Joe said the bet yet. I bought tinsel and isicles. I usually don't buy that because it makes a mess but we did. So thank you Sarah and Preston for the tree. I am glad I don't have to take a whole Saturday and go get one. I can be getting your present instead. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished Tims packages. I really miss him and to think he is almost out one year wow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380230711802700934-7709680568575173743?l=thewysons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewysons.blogspot.com/feeds/7709680568575173743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380230711802700934&amp;postID=7709680568575173743' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380230711802700934/posts/default/7709680568575173743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380230711802700934/posts/default/7709680568575173743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewysons.blogspot.com/2008/12/tree.html' title='tree'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14821341174640963970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03BXDjDhXMc/STTckOUdeNI/AAAAAAAAAL0/4TkEEw7s-gE/s72-c/ctree.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380230711802700934.post-7340978611364053700</id><published>2008-11-30T21:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T21:28:31.990-08:00</updated><title type='text'>typing.</title><content type='html'>Well, I haven't blogged since the election. I guess I have mourned enough for now. Since I last blogged I have had a change in the YW presidency. I will so very miss Cathy Flagg. Just when I get to serve with her she is released. She is a good friend of mine. We have had many sessions in her back yard. I am thankful for her friendship. Joe and I had our 30th anniversary. We had a great night. We ended up in the Presidential suite at GV Ranch for the price of a reg suite. It was great. Next time I build I am going to build his and hers bathrooms. I liked having my own side. Maybe I should build his and hers bedroom suites. LOL Now that there's funny no matter how you look at it. I have the most beautiful grandkids. We just went on a trip to Disneyland and we went to the LA Temple. What idiotic people were there. What good does it do to act like morons? Hey, some people voted for a moron that wants gay marriage. So maybe one day this country under his leadership will accept same sex marriages, which is against all of our beliefs. We happened to go to Disneyland the day after gothic day, it was interesting. We had a great time. We rode all the rides with the grandkids. It was so much fun. They had a blast and that is what it is all about. We came out of Pinocio and they handed us free fast passes to all the big rides in both parks. WOW it pays to be in the right place at the right time. We would get stroller passes too. We went to the parks 2 days. We went to Hollywood blvd. That is a scary place. It was neat to see the stars and names etc... The shops you have to walk by are embarassing. We got our hotel free! Thank you very much Danelle! Seems like everyone was there-the Brunsons, the Meadows etc... All in all it was a fantastic trip. My family is the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cooked for Thanksgiving. My bro and wife and kid were here. Sarah and Joeys families went to the other side LOL . We had a few extras that had no where else to go. My nephew Devan and Rachel came over. I love them they are great. I wish they would come over more often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did my normal Sunday dinner and we had the missionaries over. I enjoy that stuff. I love having people to my home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380230711802700934-7340978611364053700?l=thewysons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewysons.blogspot.com/feeds/7340978611364053700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380230711802700934&amp;postID=7340978611364053700' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380230711802700934/posts/default/7340978611364053700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380230711802700934/posts/default/7340978611364053700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewysons.blogspot.com/2008/11/typing.html' title='typing.'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14821341174640963970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380230711802700934.post-8246769515886937145</id><published>2008-11-05T18:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T08:49:27.803-08:00</updated><title type='text'>mourning</title><content type='html'>Today was a very sad day.  It is like someone died.  I forsee the death of our nation and wonderful country and the freedoms we enjoy!  I wanted to fly my flag at half mast which I just might do from now on.  I really didn't care who won as long as it was not Barrack HUSSEIN Obama.  I will never respect him.  He had a great acceptance speach but it was a total turn around of everything he had been saying the whole time.  I don't know why people do not see through him.    My family has worked for 25 difficult years building the business we have.  We have had many times where our house payment was 3 months behind and I didn't have enough food to put on my table.  We never asked for help, we did every job we could to get by and we did.  The business has been successful for the last 5 years.  I have approx. 150 employees.  I will probably be laying them off soon and go back to a ma and pa business.  I really do not want to pay taxes as high as he wants.  I don't want to let employees go with no job. I do not think it is right for him to decide who does and who does not get money.  Maybe I will sell everything and sit on my couch and he can make my house payment and give me a stimulus check every month.  Everyone can own their own business.  What does it take?  Hard work, not couch sitting.  Obama will ruin this country.  The people are not united and will not be with him as President.  I don't understand why people would elect him just on the moral issues.  Don't those issues mean anything to the world?  Don't people realize that we were told in the scriptures that when we take God out of our government he will not help us anymore?  Obama is not a believer in God he went to a church (until people found out) that the preacher hates America and God.  I know the church has been warning us and we now really need to get our acts together.  He promises a change alright but not a good one.  I could say more but I just get more depressed.  Bush did not preform the last 4 years but I at least had a chance.  Now there is no chance.  I will never call BO president. He doesn't deserve the title.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380230711802700934-8246769515886937145?l=thewysons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewysons.blogspot.com/feeds/8246769515886937145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380230711802700934&amp;postID=8246769515886937145' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380230711802700934/posts/default/8246769515886937145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380230711802700934/posts/default/8246769515886937145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewysons.blogspot.com/2008/11/today-was-very-sad-day.html' title='mourning'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14821341174640963970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380230711802700934.post-3680507984914400076</id><published>2008-10-21T22:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T00:00:17.994-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sarah Pallin</title><content type='html'>I did something really fun today. I didn't expect to do it. I stayed home yesterday so thought I would get so much done at the office today. Well, Joe and I went to the Sarah &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Pallin&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;rally&lt;/span&gt; today. It was awesome, so American! All four of us wore our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;NOBAMA&lt;/span&gt; shirts. Everyone wanted to know where we got them. We were interviewed by the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;RJ&lt;/span&gt; and a paper in Denmark. She is such a great speaker--no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;teleprompter&lt;/span&gt; for her! What impressed me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; about her is when she was done speaking and turned around to shake hands her little girl tapped her and she took the time to bend down and see what the little girl wanted. AWESOME. She listens. How many times do we listen to our children or do we just say hold on I'll talk to you later. Very IMPRESSIVE. Who do you think we ran into on the way out. Unruly democrats voting for Obama trying to start a riot. Screaming, we couldn't understand what they were yelling. I don't know why either party needs to do that.  It reminds me of the anti-mormons. So dumb! Lee Greenwood sang God Bless America. It was great! Americans for America how much better can it get? I called my kids and had them listen it was great. The older kids at Sabrinas school got to go what a treat for them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380230711802700934-3680507984914400076?l=thewysons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewysons.blogspot.com/feeds/3680507984914400076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380230711802700934&amp;postID=3680507984914400076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380230711802700934/posts/default/3680507984914400076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380230711802700934/posts/default/3680507984914400076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewysons.blogspot.com/2008/10/sarah-pallin.html' title='Sarah Pallin'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14821341174640963970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380230711802700934.post-1557344285424507407</id><published>2008-10-20T00:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T00:59:04.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Neighbors</title><content type='html'>I am so glad to have good neighbors!.  On one side my neighbors are not LDS but they have embraced Joe and I and our family as their own.  We ride Harleys together.  Sometimes they do not understand our views like why I won't wear tank tops, or why I teach my children not to have sex and I don't give them birthcontrol just in case.  I love them, they are wonderful people.  I gave them a book one day called "What Mormons Believe"  I haven't seen it or heard about it since.  They are very caring, loving, wonderful people.  They would do anything for us as we would do anything for them.  They want us to buy land with them in Idaho.  I said not thank you because I don't like the snow.   On the other side we have a LDS family that we have know for many years.  Our children have been friends since they were little.  I have had many patio talks with these neighbors.  We were in the last ward with them.  They are also very caring, loving wonderful people.  We would do anything for each other.  I am very blessed and thought I would never have neighbors like this.  I love them both.  What a wonderful place to live.  I think that is one reason I will not move across the street.  lol.  I had a wonderful neighbor in my first house and I still talk with her but it wasn't like this.  I have beautiful friends ( yes I have friends, few but some) but it nice having someone next door.  Thank you neighbors.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380230711802700934-1557344285424507407?l=thewysons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewysons.blogspot.com/feeds/1557344285424507407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380230711802700934&amp;postID=1557344285424507407' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380230711802700934/posts/default/1557344285424507407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380230711802700934/posts/default/1557344285424507407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewysons.blogspot.com/2008/10/neighbors.html' title='Neighbors'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14821341174640963970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380230711802700934.post-1189259770789075773</id><published>2008-10-17T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T08:01:52.251-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is a good one.  How come the Dems think everything about Obama is a lie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1RZVw3no2A4" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1RZVw3no2A4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380230711802700934-1189259770789075773?l=thewysons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewysons.blogspot.com/feeds/1189259770789075773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380230711802700934&amp;postID=1189259770789075773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380230711802700934/posts/default/1189259770789075773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380230711802700934/posts/default/1189259770789075773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewysons.blogspot.com/2008/10/this-is-good-one.html' title=''/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14821341174640963970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380230711802700934.post-664412338520490322</id><published>2008-10-17T07:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T07:48:17.847-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hope you all get this link. I had never thought about it this way. a bit scarie if you ask me. Nope, I don't intend to offend any one. We all get to chose.&lt;a title="http://link.brightcove.com/services/link/bcpid1815825713/bctid1819819843" href="http://link.brightcove.com/services/link/bcpid1815825713/bctid1819819843"&gt;http://link.brightcove.com/services/link/bcpid1815825713/bctid1819819843&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380230711802700934-664412338520490322?l=thewysons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewysons.blogspot.com/feeds/664412338520490322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380230711802700934&amp;postID=664412338520490322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380230711802700934/posts/default/664412338520490322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380230711802700934/posts/default/664412338520490322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewysons.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-hope-you-all-get-this-link.html' title=''/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14821341174640963970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380230711802700934.post-8749771842242151588</id><published>2008-10-11T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T09:46:08.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts</title><content type='html'>My girls go to a private school that teaches leadership, patriotism, and faith.  The faith they teach is our LDS faith.  To tell you the truth right now I would put them in a school that taught any of the Christian faith as long as it was not public school.  My children are scared putting their kids in public school with what they teach.  I do not want the schools teaching my children about sex--you can have it just use protection, homosexuality--it is okay to have two dads or moms, or patriotism or no religion.  Just going to church on Sunday is not enough. Just going to seminary is not enough.  We need to be teaching our children about our values and the Book of Mormon and its teachings.  We need to be reading our scriptures and the church publications.  We need to be prepared financially and mentally.  We are in for hard times.  I hope this economy comes back but we need to be prepared.  We have been taught this for many years.  OK I have lots of food storage but are we prepared spiritually?  Are we having FHE weekly? Are we praying? Just some thoughts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380230711802700934-8749771842242151588?l=thewysons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewysons.blogspot.com/feeds/8749771842242151588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380230711802700934&amp;postID=8749771842242151588' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380230711802700934/posts/default/8749771842242151588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380230711802700934/posts/default/8749771842242151588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewysons.blogspot.com/2008/10/thoughts.html' title='Thoughts'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14821341174640963970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380230711802700934.post-220904065232152062</id><published>2008-10-08T23:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T23:27:26.169-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All I can say is AMEN!</title><content type='html'>How long is the beast allowed to have authority in Revelations?  Revelations Chapter 13 tells us it is 42 months, and you know what that is.  Almost a four-year term of a Presidency.  All I can say is 'Lord, Have mercy on us!'  According to The Book of Revelations the anti-Christ is:&lt;br /&gt; The anti-Christ will be a man, in his 40's, of MUSLIM descent, who will deceive the nations with persuasive language, and have a MASSIVE Christ-like appeal...the prophecy says that people will  flock to him and he will promise false hope and world peace, and when he is in power, will destroy everything..&lt;br /&gt; Do we recognize this description??&lt;br /&gt; From: Dr. John Tisdale&lt;br /&gt; Dear Friends,&lt;br /&gt; As I was listening to a news program last night, I watched in horror as Barack Obama made the statement with pride. .&lt;br /&gt; 'We are no longer a Christian nation; we are now a nation of Christians, Jews, Muslims, Buddhists, . . .'&lt;br /&gt;As with so many other statements I've heard him (and his wife) make, I never thought I'd see the day that I'd hear something like that from a presidential candidate in this nation. To think our forefathers fought and died  for the right for our nation to be a Christian nation--and to have  this man say with pride that we are no longer that. How far this nation has come from what our founding fathers intended it to be. I hope that each of you will do what I'm doing now--send your  concerns, written simply and sincerely, to the Christians on your  email list. With God's help, and He is still in control of this  nation and all else, we can show this man and the world in November  that we are, indeed, still a Christian nation! Please pray for our nation!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380230711802700934-220904065232152062?l=thewysons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewysons.blogspot.com/feeds/220904065232152062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380230711802700934&amp;postID=220904065232152062' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380230711802700934/posts/default/220904065232152062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380230711802700934/posts/default/220904065232152062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewysons.blogspot.com/2008/10/all-i-can-say-is-amen.html' title='All I can say is AMEN!'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14821341174640963970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380230711802700934.post-4166838116200278299</id><published>2008-10-06T23:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T23:52:25.214-07:00</updated><title type='text'>win a purse</title><content type='html'>You can go to this website and enter to win a purse:  &lt;a href="http://www.handbagplanet.com/"&gt;www.handbagplanet.com&lt;/a&gt;   Go ther and win a purse or maybe I will win a purse.  There are some nice purses there.  They select one for you or you can select one of your own.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380230711802700934-4166838116200278299?l=thewysons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewysons.blogspot.com/feeds/4166838116200278299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380230711802700934&amp;postID=4166838116200278299' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380230711802700934/posts/default/4166838116200278299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380230711802700934/posts/default/4166838116200278299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewysons.blogspot.com/2008/10/win-purse.html' title='win a purse'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14821341174640963970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380230711802700934.post-1669618763901567455</id><published>2008-10-06T23:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T23:45:17.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>politics</title><content type='html'>Ya know I don't talk politics much, I leave that up to Joe.  He talks enough for the two of us.  This is the worst election I think I have known.  I don't know how anyone could vote for someone as evil as Obama.  I will never respect that person.  He is soooo evil.  Why don't people see that?  That man is the biggest racist, black supremist, satanic,  I could go on and on.  Do people just have their eyes closed?  Why won't he let people know about his first college days?  How did he get into Harvard Law?  Who were his pastors or church leaders?  Wake up people!!!! Open your eyes.  I am not saying McCain is great but there is a better of two evils here.  At least his vice-president running mate has morals.  Obama has no morals whatsoever.  I just can't see him as president.  Bush isn't the best either but if you look to see how this country got in this mess, go back and see when it started--when the congress was taken over by democrats.  One of them Harry Reid has no respect for anything.  He thinks he can answer his cell phone in the temple during a session.  Good grief wake up country!!! Open your eyes.  I am afraid, truly afraid as everyone should be.  We need to pray for our country and our constitution!  We need to elect men and women that believe in our forefathers and what they did for us!  We NEED God in our country and every aspect of our lives.  We need someone who will salute and respect what God has given us!  I am getting sick so I have to end.  I have grey hair now, not from my kids but from worrying about what is going to happen to us if Osama Obama gets in the white house.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380230711802700934-1669618763901567455?l=thewysons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewysons.blogspot.com/feeds/1669618763901567455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380230711802700934&amp;postID=1669618763901567455' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380230711802700934/posts/default/1669618763901567455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380230711802700934/posts/default/1669618763901567455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewysons.blogspot.com/2008/10/politics.html' title='politics'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14821341174640963970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380230711802700934.post-3982877520059843894</id><published>2008-09-29T23:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T23:11:39.004-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FIREPROOF</title><content type='html'>We went to see FIREPROOF tonight.  It is a good movie but it is one that I thought they would show at church or something.  They have the book that goes with it at Sams club.  It should really help a marriage.  The book is like a workbook.  It is a good see for couples but leave your kids at home unless they are married or getting married or old enough to get married.  Great flick.  Sounds Mormon but it isn't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380230711802700934-3982877520059843894?l=thewysons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewysons.blogspot.com/feeds/3982877520059843894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380230711802700934&amp;postID=3982877520059843894' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380230711802700934/posts/default/3982877520059843894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380230711802700934/posts/default/3982877520059843894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewysons.blogspot.com/2008/09/fireproof.html' title='FIREPROOF'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14821341174640963970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380230711802700934.post-3143536803499239414</id><published>2008-09-28T08:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T08:59:20.631-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CCW</title><content type='html'>I had an interesting day yesterday.  Joe, my neighbors, Chris and I went to a gun store and sat in a class all day.  What was the class about?  Well, it was a class you have to take to get your permit to carry a concealed weapon.  Now, I am able to carry a gun on my person as long as it is concealed.  The guy teaching the class was a little on the extreme side but I saw his point of view.  We learned the laws and rights that we have and the rights of others.  We also had to shoot the weapon(s) that we wanted to have the right to carry.  We had to be able to hit the target in the right spot.  It was fun.  I have guns in my home.  They all have locks on them or are locked up.  My children are taught the proper use and handleing of guns.  I believe it is my right to own them.  They had a video that interviewed criminals and they asked if the right to bear arms should be taken away.  Their response was no that would make it way to easy to rob and harm others.  They also said that criminals would get guns no matter what.  It was great to take the class even if I wasn't getting my CCW.  I do have my own gun it is a P22 which is a 22 automatic pistol.  Joey also went to the class but it was to renew his CCW.&lt;br /&gt;After the class we went to Bass Pro Shops.  That is a great store.  Then we ate at the Silverton.  We ate a wonderful meal at the steak house in there.  It wasn't to expensive and the food was great.  They have a hugh fish tank full of awesome fish.  A mermaid even comes and swims in it, she is so cute with the kids that watch. &lt;br /&gt;Friday night I got to see the Osmonds.  We stayed for a meet and great.  They are a great family.  I saw them before the preformance in the casino as we were walking through.  They put on a fantastic show.  I really hate it when the groupies get up and go stand at the front of the stage and swing their bums.  Most of them have larger bums than when they were teenagers (mine included).  It makes it hard to see the show.  I got my picture taken with the Osmonds.  I remember when I was much younger they used to always come to the Tropicana chapel and my ward when they were in town.  Oh such memories.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380230711802700934-3143536803499239414?l=thewysons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewysons.blogspot.com/feeds/3143536803499239414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380230711802700934&amp;postID=3143536803499239414' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380230711802700934/posts/default/3143536803499239414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380230711802700934/posts/default/3143536803499239414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewysons.blogspot.com/2008/09/ccw.html' title='CCW'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14821341174640963970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380230711802700934.post-1729267731824410085</id><published>2008-09-23T22:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T22:29:50.641-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IT CONTINUES</title><content type='html'>It is quite (for lack of a better word) amusing that people think that the churches stand on abortion means it is pro choice.  The choice is whether you will or will not have sex to get pregnant.  In an article in the Oct. 2008 Ensign it states "When the controversies about abortion are debated, "individual right of choice" is invoked as though it were the one supreme virtue. Tat could only be true if but one person were involved.  The rights of any one individual do not allow the rights of another individual to be abused. In or out of marriage abortion is not solely an individual matter.  Terminating the life of a developing baby involves two individuals with separate bodies, brains and hearts. A woman's choice for her own body does not include the right to deprive her baby of life--and a lifetime of choices for that child."  How simple is that?  Incest and rape it says " this tragedy is compaunded because an inocent woman's freedom of choice was denied.  In these circumstances, abortion is SOMETIMES considered advisable to preserve the physical and mental health of the mother.  Abortions for these reasons are also RARE!!!   No where in any doctrine of the church does it state anything about favoring pro choice !!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380230711802700934-1729267731824410085?l=thewysons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewysons.blogspot.com/feeds/1729267731824410085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380230711802700934&amp;postID=1729267731824410085' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380230711802700934/posts/default/1729267731824410085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380230711802700934/posts/default/1729267731824410085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewysons.blogspot.com/2008/09/it-continues.html' title='IT CONTINUES'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14821341174640963970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380230711802700934.post-5395305578660429125</id><published>2008-09-13T15:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T15:51:25.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>UNBELIEVABLE</title><content type='html'>I can not believe the people that are Mormons that believe women should have the right to choose.  I don't care how anyone votes but to say an abortion is okay really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;appalls&lt;/span&gt; me!  I could have been aborted.  It is sickening to think someone could believe that.  I am so upset!  What kind of person could think that!  Maybe they should also kill the old people that don't contribute to society!  I am so upset I can't even think.  Some of these people I have looked up to and regarded them as good members of the church!  It is impossible to have a testimony of our church and believe in abortion (in certain &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;circumstances).  My friend at 24 birthed a downs symdrom child since then she has adopted 3 more.  These are those children that some think should have been aborted!  How dare you think that!  I should have been aborted, how dare you!  A child from rape aborted?  Give it up for adoption.  I know people who have had a child from rape (which you are not likely to conceive when raped) and by the time they birthed that child it was loved!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I don't care who a person votes for that is their opinion!  I know who I am voting for, the better fo two evils out there.  The one for this country not for Africa.  The one whose wife doesn't blatenly hate white people.  The one who has some experience not just a few days.  No , if I had a choice I would vote for someone else but there is no one else.   I am not pro war but I am pro USA.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380230711802700934-5395305578660429125?l=thewysons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewysons.blogspot.com/feeds/5395305578660429125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380230711802700934&amp;postID=5395305578660429125' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380230711802700934/posts/default/5395305578660429125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380230711802700934/posts/default/5395305578660429125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewysons.blogspot.com/2008/09/unbelievable.html' title='UNBELIEVABLE'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14821341174640963970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380230711802700934.post-1900791822404093530</id><published>2008-09-13T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T08:59:53.704-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Long</title><content type='html'>Wow it has been a long time since I blogged and a lot has happened.  Tim is a District Leader.  He said not to many new missionaries are there to train.  They come out but don't stay long because they miss their Mommies.  His words.  He is doing great and a missionary that just returned from there said he was a favorite missionary.  All the missionaries want to serve with him. &lt;br /&gt;We had a family reunion at Lake Powell.  Most of my kids were there.  We also had a famiy reunion with Joes family.  We had to rent a houseboat because ours wasn't working and we got a great deal.  We rented a 70' one for the same price as a littler one.  That was great as we needed the room.  Joes mom came with us.  His family was meeting on the beach Friday and Saturday.  Joe decided that he would go on Saturday.  We asked his mom what she wanted to do and she said that she would go on Saturday even though we offered to take her over on Friday.  We went from Wed to Wed.  It was a great time. I didn't want little kids running in and out of the houseboat and getting sand all over.  I guess that started a big family problem.  Silly!!!!!  We had a great time.  It was beautiful except at night with the bugs.&lt;br /&gt;We went to the temple in St George the other day.  Joes brother and his wife and 2 kids were sealed.  My mother in law said her prodigal son went through the temple.  He has had a hard life.  It is Jenna and Sabrinas bio father.  I had some issues with him and didn't know if I wanted to go.  Then I told Joe maybe we should go and it would help mend some feeling with the family and we would just sit and blend in.  Then when I got in the temple and saw him in the chapel, I had a very peaceful feeling come over me.  I am not responsible for his problems.  I am at peace with him.  I have overcome my animosity towards him.  No we will never be best friends.  I am happy for him.  He has a great wife.  I don't know her well but she seems to be a very good person and good for him.  I wish him the best.  I have a hard time writting my feelings so I hope this came out the way I meant it.  It was great seeing some of Joes family.&lt;br /&gt;Then Wed. night my "sister" passed away.  She was diagnosed with cancer about 3 weeks ago and it took her life.  I can't believe she is gone.  I mourn for her children and husband.  She has 10 kids.  Some are still in their teens.  She said she would still help Scott with the children.  I leave for Denver to her funeral next week.  My neighbors are coming.  They have met her a few times.   We were at Sturgis together.  I love her and will miss her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380230711802700934-1900791822404093530?l=thewysons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewysons.blogspot.com/feeds/1900791822404093530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380230711802700934&amp;postID=1900791822404093530' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380230711802700934/posts/default/1900791822404093530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380230711802700934/posts/default/1900791822404093530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewysons.blogspot.com/2008/09/long.html' title='Long'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14821341174640963970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380230711802700934.post-7692264556353183573</id><published>2008-07-23T00:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T01:03:36.391-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My newest grandbaby</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_03BXDjDhXMc/SIbk0GpYGDI/AAAAAAAAAIU/mBIE-bNqeVE/s1600-h/bbwys1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226116001398528050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_03BXDjDhXMc/SIbk0GpYGDI/AAAAAAAAAIU/mBIE-bNqeVE/s320/bbwys1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_03BXDjDhXMc/SIbk0Rlu1YI/AAAAAAAAAIc/yshFjTXoXiM/s1600-h/bbwys2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226116004336031106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_03BXDjDhXMc/SIbk0Rlu1YI/AAAAAAAAAIc/yshFjTXoXiM/s320/bbwys2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_03BXDjDhXMc/SIbk0iRXm-I/AAAAAAAAAIk/RiBVa3GBNgU/s1600-h/bbwys3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226116008814025698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_03BXDjDhXMc/SIbk0iRXm-I/AAAAAAAAAIk/RiBVa3GBNgU/s320/bbwys3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_03BXDjDhXMc/SIbk0wu7JoI/AAAAAAAAAIs/15sNeqJAl_U/s1600-h/bbwys45.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226116012696086146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_03BXDjDhXMc/SIbk0wu7JoI/AAAAAAAAAIs/15sNeqJAl_U/s320/bbwys45.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_03BXDjDhXMc/SIbk1HL8jgI/AAAAAAAAAI0/2XAmPvqtmsg/s1600-h/bbwys65.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226116018723393026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_03BXDjDhXMc/SIbk1HL8jgI/AAAAAAAAAI0/2XAmPvqtmsg/s320/bbwys65.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the newest Wyson.  Isn't she cute.  She was born two weeks early and grandma was there to help deliver her.  In fact grandma stayed up all night.  She has long hair compared to any of my babies.  Her big sister Wrynn could have cared less about her.  She just wanted to play.  Grandpa waited downstairs.  She was helped into this world by her Aunt Liz.  She is the best midwife there is.  I think her name is Kyra.  I am not sure of the spelling.  I don't know  if anything is for sure yet except she is a girl and she is here, and she is beautiful.  My other new beautiful grandbaby Katelyn looks so big now and she is only 3 months old.  I hope they will be best friends.  Cachay is a great mom.  Joey is a awesome father.  I love them all.  My kids are the best.  And my grandkids are the cutest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380230711802700934-7692264556353183573?l=thewysons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewysons.blogspot.com/feeds/7692264556353183573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380230711802700934&amp;postID=7692264556353183573' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380230711802700934/posts/default/7692264556353183573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380230711802700934/posts/default/7692264556353183573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewysons.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-newest-grandbaby.html' title='My newest grandbaby'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14821341174640963970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_03BXDjDhXMc/SIbk0GpYGDI/AAAAAAAAAIU/mBIE-bNqeVE/s72-c/bbwys1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380230711802700934.post-5406791372170994234</id><published>2008-07-23T00:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T00:51:01.691-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4th of July</title><content type='html'>+&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_03BXDjDhXMc/SIbhTQ01-GI/AAAAAAAAAHs/T5opsPdTtNg/s1600-h/4th+of+July+08+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226112138660411490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_03BXDjDhXMc/SIbhTQ01-GI/AAAAAAAAAHs/T5opsPdTtNg/s320/4th+of+July+08+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  We had the usual 40 foot water slide.  It is always so much fun.  The only problem with it is people have so much fun especially the guys that they get a red scratched back.  I don't know why it does that to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_03BXDjDhXMc/SIbhT3sj9sI/AAAAAAAAAH0/xv1jFlbxrWo/s1600-h/4th+of+July+08+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226112149094659778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_03BXDjDhXMc/SIbhT3sj9sI/AAAAAAAAAH0/xv1jFlbxrWo/s320/4th+of+July+08+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We also have lots of people swimming in the pool.  Someone grabbed hold of the basketball hoop first thing and broke it.  Oh well.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_03BXDjDhXMc/SIbhUM-ZZxI/AAAAAAAAAH8/BY3qpfJSf1o/s1600-h/4th+of+July+08+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226112154806609682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_03BXDjDhXMc/SIbhUM-ZZxI/AAAAAAAAAH8/BY3qpfJSf1o/s320/4th+of+July+08+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then there is the watermelon eating contest according to age.  I don't know who won this one. Looks like they are having fun.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_03BXDjDhXMc/SIbhUkwvuSI/AAAAAAAAAIE/6Y7WhiwAnoc/s1600-h/4th+of+July+08+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226112161191803170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_03BXDjDhXMc/SIbhUkwvuSI/AAAAAAAAAIE/6Y7WhiwAnoc/s320/4th+of+July+08+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We also have sand volleyball.  We wet the sand down so it isn't so hot.  There are horseshoes and the trampoline but the best part of the day is right before dark when Joe does his patriotic speach.  It is a wonderful country we live in.  Most of us know it but don't do a thing about helping this country.   God gave us this wonderful land and we need to keep God in it.  I am proud to be an American.  I hope I can still say that after this election.  Especially if Osama-obama who is loyal to Africa is elected.  Who could ever think of voting for him.  Really!  I love America!  Happy 4th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380230711802700934-5406791372170994234?l=thewysons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewysons.blogspot.com/feeds/5406791372170994234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380230711802700934&amp;postID=5406791372170994234' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380230711802700934/posts/default/5406791372170994234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380230711802700934/posts/default/5406791372170994234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewysons.blogspot.com/2008/07/4th-of-july.html' title='4th of July'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14821341174640963970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_03BXDjDhXMc/SIbhTQ01-GI/AAAAAAAAAHs/T5opsPdTtNg/s72-c/4th+of+July+08+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380230711802700934.post-28100789032629971</id><published>2008-07-23T00:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T00:41:06.915-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lake Powell</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_03BXDjDhXMc/SIbe6-a-MRI/AAAAAAAAAHM/_bivdXrPE1I/s1600-h/P6260282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226109522379944210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_03BXDjDhXMc/SIbe6-a-MRI/AAAAAAAAAHM/_bivdXrPE1I/s200/P6260282.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                           Mike Flagg learning to barefoot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_03BXDjDhXMc/SIbe7SwQCYI/AAAAAAAAAHU/cJh_N8YcvQs/s1600-h/P6260294.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226109527837903234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_03BXDjDhXMc/SIbe7SwQCYI/AAAAAAAAAHU/cJh_N8YcvQs/s200/P6260294.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                           a group of us cooling off in the water&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_03BXDjDhXMc/SIbe7jeCpJI/AAAAAAAAAHc/oM32_ggB5_Q/s1600-h/P6270320.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226109532324930706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_03BXDjDhXMc/SIbe7jeCpJI/AAAAAAAAAHc/oM32_ggB5_Q/s200/P6270320.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                      Bobby. Need I say more?  Nice jump&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;                                                      and he landed it too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_03BXDjDhXMc/SIbe77T7NBI/AAAAAAAAAHk/ItV365wuASo/s1600-h/P6280351.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226109538724951058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_03BXDjDhXMc/SIbe77T7NBI/AAAAAAAAAHk/ItV365wuASo/s200/P6280351.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                         This was the houseboat we had to rent&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;                                                      because ours had problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_03BXDjDhXMc/SIbeguGw-iI/AAAAAAAAAHE/kyuU-3O46LY/s1600-h/P6260264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226109071323626018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_03BXDjDhXMc/SIbeguGw-iI/AAAAAAAAAHE/kyuU-3O46LY/s200/P6260264.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                      Bobby learning to barefoot with his&lt;br /&gt;                                                     cast on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Lake Powell when we came home from girls camp.  It was beautiful.  The water level was up.  It is rising a foot a day they said.  Last year it was dropping a foot a day.  Our little beach in our cove was under water.  It was kinda hard finding a beach.  Joes family came out on Saturday.  It was nice to see them all.  There were 3 boats and our two jetskis.  Plenty for everyone to do.  This bar was on Joe's brother-in-laws boat.  It was fun.  Sarah and Preston came out with the kids for a couple days.  We had Joe's mom with us.  Joey and Cachay didn't come because she is to have the baby anyday as of the trip.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380230711802700934-28100789032629971?l=thewysons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewysons.blogspot.com/feeds/28100789032629971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380230711802700934&amp;postID=28100789032629971' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380230711802700934/posts/default/28100789032629971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380230711802700934/posts/default/28100789032629971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewysons.blogspot.com/2008/07/lake-powell.html' title='Lake Powell'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14821341174640963970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_03BXDjDhXMc/SIbe6-a-MRI/AAAAAAAAAHM/_bivdXrPE1I/s72-c/P6260282.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380230711802700934.post-2965335812981387332</id><published>2008-07-06T20:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T20:48:28.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>girls camp</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_03BXDjDhXMc/SHGQgYiecHI/AAAAAAAAAGk/6K04jkwKEOE/s1600-h/camp+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220112329116381298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_03BXDjDhXMc/SHGQgYiecHI/AAAAAAAAAGk/6K04jkwKEOE/s200/camp+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_03BXDjDhXMc/SHGQgzChqHI/AAAAAAAAAGs/swgSfEcdvqQ/s1600-h/rafting+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220112336230131826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_03BXDjDhXMc/SHGQgzChqHI/AAAAAAAAAGs/swgSfEcdvqQ/s200/rafting+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_03BXDjDhXMc/SHGQhQBQugI/AAAAAAAAAG0/EXY6HlZ47Ec/s1600-h/camp+118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220112344009456130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_03BXDjDhXMc/SHGQhQBQugI/AAAAAAAAAG0/EXY6HlZ47Ec/s200/camp+118.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_03BXDjDhXMc/SHGQh2olnUI/AAAAAAAAAG8/48lwnOZCbdU/s1600-h/camp+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220112354374950210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_03BXDjDhXMc/SHGQh2olnUI/AAAAAAAAAG8/48lwnOZCbdU/s200/camp+038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I went to girls camp on the 17th of June through the 21st of June.  It was so fun. I very much enjoyed myself.  The girls in my ward were so wonderful.  I don't think we had any problems at camp.  It looked to me that everyone got along and were very friendly to each other.  We drove to Cove Fort it was an awesome place to be.  We went to the Fremont Indian park.  We went river rafting, the Manti pageant, and we hiked to a beautiful fall.  It was so great.  We let the girls sleep til 8.  It was a very relaxed camp.  I had wonderful people help with all aspects of the camp.  Our testimony meeting was very good on the last night.  We got all of our certification done.  I loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380230711802700934-2965335812981387332?l=thewysons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewysons.blogspot.com/feeds/2965335812981387332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380230711802700934&amp;postID=2965335812981387332' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380230711802700934/posts/default/2965335812981387332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380230711802700934/posts/default/2965335812981387332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewysons.blogspot.com/2008/07/girls-camp.html' title='girls camp'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14821341174640963970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_03BXDjDhXMc/SHGQgYiecHI/AAAAAAAAAGk/6K04jkwKEOE/s72-c/camp+010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380230711802700934.post-1021973005162708025</id><published>2008-06-11T01:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T02:00:07.221-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Death by Harley</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03BXDjDhXMc/SE-RWiED19I/AAAAAAAAAGc/TZPWCK7GQvE/s1600-h/bobcat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210543110177937362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03BXDjDhXMc/SE-RWiED19I/AAAAAAAAAGc/TZPWCK7GQvE/s320/bobcat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Well, we went to Williams, Arizona this weekend, with our neighbors, on the Harley.  We left late Friday.  Got there at 2am on Saturday.  It was a long ride,  it was kinda cold too.  I needed my leathers but since I lost weight they just drown me.  Well we got up on Saturday around 9 am.   It really was a fun ride but would have been nicer during the day.  We ate breakfast, Joe and I shared all you can eat pancakes, and an omelet. Well, when it came I didn't know the omelet would be made out of a dozen eggs with a whole block of cheese, peppers, ham etc...  I didn't know that the pancake was as big as the plate.  Needless to say we didn't have more.  It also cost $50.00 for 4 people.  2 omelets, and 2 pancakes.  Ridiculous!  We rode to the Grand Canyon.  We had never been there.  It is beautiful.  Then we rode home.  It was dark the last stretch.  We were rideing along just fine. I was in my seat in the back texting my kids to see what they were doing and make sure they were all home and tucked in their little beds and out of the corner of my eye a see something dart at us from the side of the road.  We went thump thump.  We stopped and checked out the bike and our pants. lol.  The bike seemed to be okay except for the smoke coming from somewhere by the back tire and my seat.  Joe figured it must have made a hole in a shock and the oil was dripping.  So we got back on and went back to see what it was.  Joe figured a bobcat or a coyote.  We found it.  DOA  It is pretty big.  We are very lucky that it didn't do more damage to the bike or us.  It also could have caused damage to our friends who were riding to our left and back a little if it would have flipped to them.  The Lord knew that we are the only ones that can raise the rest of the children so he preserved us to do just that.  lol  No I think that was a serious truthful statement.  We got back on and went a couple of miles and almost got hit by a low flying owl.  That might have stung a little.  I am glad we missed that one.  We really did have a good time though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380230711802700934-1021973005162708025?l=thewysons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewysons.blogspot.com/feeds/1021973005162708025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380230711802700934&amp;postID=1021973005162708025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380230711802700934/posts/default/1021973005162708025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380230711802700934/posts/default/1021973005162708025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewysons.blogspot.com/2008/06/death-by-harley.html' title='Death by Harley'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14821341174640963970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03BXDjDhXMc/SE-RWiED19I/AAAAAAAAAGc/TZPWCK7GQvE/s72-c/bobcat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380230711802700934.post-2607023239316013518</id><published>2008-06-02T20:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T21:03:50.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tims birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03BXDjDhXMc/SETCVum2S2I/AAAAAAAAAF0/0q2Hs-JAYbQ/s1600-h/MTC+087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207500747691150178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03BXDjDhXMc/SETCVum2S2I/AAAAAAAAAF0/0q2Hs-JAYbQ/s320/MTC+087.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03BXDjDhXMc/SETCV-m2S3I/AAAAAAAAAF8/i-2p0AzftZk/s1600-h/MTC+090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207500751986117490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03BXDjDhXMc/SETCV-m2S3I/AAAAAAAAAF8/i-2p0AzftZk/s320/MTC+090.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03BXDjDhXMc/SETCWOm2S4I/AAAAAAAAAGE/_w3m8htjuB0/s1600-h/MTC+102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207500756281084802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03BXDjDhXMc/SETCWOm2S4I/AAAAAAAAAGE/_w3m8htjuB0/s320/MTC+102.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03BXDjDhXMc/SETCWum2S5I/AAAAAAAAAGM/k5RIxD3__nE/s1600-h/MTC+137.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207500764871019410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03BXDjDhXMc/SETCWum2S5I/AAAAAAAAAGM/k5RIxD3__nE/s320/MTC+137.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is my Tim's birthday. He is 21. I was doing really good today until I read Sarah's blog. She put on a video and things she remembered about Tim. Joe watched it and then had to go watch the news. I soooooo miss my Tim. I miss the way he calls me Momma. I miss his sweet smile. I miss the bump left on his head from his accident on Thanksgiving that almost took him from me. I knew he would be okay when he had the accident, I knew he had not fulfilled his purpose here. How can one have that many broken bones, be thrown that far and live? How can a mushy head be healed? I am thankful his father holds the priesthood and could give him a blessing on the spot. I know my Heavenly Father has a great purpose for him. Tim absolutely loves his mission. He testified of that in his last letter:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, here it goes. I will start off my letter with a scripture from 2 Nephi 33 : 1-3. This is for dad mainly because when I don't write well enough he always says something. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 And now I, Nephi, cannot write all the things which were taught among my people; neither am I amighty in writing, like unto speaking; for when a man speaketh by the power of the Holy Ghost the power of the Holy Ghost carrieth it unto the hearts of the children of men. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 But behold, there are many that harden their hearts against the Holy Spirit, that it hath no place in them; wherefore, they cast many things away which are written and esteem them as things of naught. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3 But I, Nephi, have written what I have written, and I esteem it as of great aworth, and especially unto my people. For I pray continually for them by day, and mine eyes water my pillow by night, because of them; and I cry unto my God in faith, and I know that he will hear my cry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So if my letters aren't up to par this is how I feel, 100 percent. This scripture is from an amazing prophet of the Lord, from Nephi. The whole chapter is amazing. What I have learned from Nephi is love. You need to have love for everyone. When you love, the spirit will be with you and miracles will happen. Without love you cannot do anything good in your life. If Jesus didn't have love he wouldn't be our savior because he wouldn't have cared if we returned or not. But Nephi is a great example of love. He loves his seed. He loves his brothers. He loves everyone and everything. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We taught a lesson yesterday to a lady named Sandra. We marked her baptism for the 21st of Junho 2 lessons ago. But this lesson we had with her yesterday, was probably the best lesson I have ever given. I have never heard the spirit so strong the Lord was with us. I know it and can't deny it. We went in there planning to talk about the 2nd lesson but I felt it needed to change. And we need to teach how to pray again. And what you need to do to receive an answer. It was incredible. She understood everything and she knew what she was doing wrong. She knows the church is true. She will pray again and she will probably be baptized before her date. I have the most love for her, she is amazing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tell people in lessons all the time I can't give all of my heart to my future wife because a little piece will stay with them. I love my investigators. I love the Lord. I love this work. I love you guys, every single person that reads this letter, I love you. I even love tjs aka jdubs, even though they are so screwed up in their doctrine. I actually had a battle the other day with some tjs. I have their bible in my house so I can research. I am doing a lot of studying and I can prove to the tjs in their own bible, Jehova is Jesus Christ our Savior. In their bible it says it, not in ours in theirs, but I always bear my testimony to them and show the love I have for my church, my God and my Savior. I love you all. Have a great week. And if you have any question if I love it, I do my mission President asked me in my interview, actually I am happy always and he said to me not a question a statement, he said, YOU LOVE IT DON'T YOUUU AND I SAID TO HIM EVERYDAY. And like Paul says to the Philipians in Philipians 4 : 11&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;11 Not that I speak in respect of want: for I have learned, in whatsoever state I am, therewith to be content. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It helps me always and is very true. Love you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love ,Elder Wyson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isn't he amazing. Oh, what we can learn from our children! He has always been very loving and unjudgemental. He doesn't care who you are or where you are from. He loves everyone. I am thankful for him as I am all my children, but it is his birthday. I am proud to say he is my son, I always have been. I love him and miss him very much.  I hope he knows I am thinking of him and how much I miss him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380230711802700934-2607023239316013518?l=thewysons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewysons.blogspot.com/feeds/2607023239316013518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380230711802700934&amp;postID=2607023239316013518' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380230711802700934/posts/default/2607023239316013518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380230711802700934/posts/default/2607023239316013518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewysons.blogspot.com/2008/06/tims-birthday.html' title='Tims birthday'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14821341174640963970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03BXDjDhXMc/SETCVum2S2I/AAAAAAAAAF0/0q2Hs-JAYbQ/s72-c/MTC+087.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380230711802700934.post-3681478607676989606</id><published>2008-05-21T08:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T08:14:46.155-07:00</updated><title type='text'>recital</title><content type='html'>It got pretty hot here yesterday, but it wasn't to bad.  I love the weather that you can open the doors and air out your house and sit on the patio and read a book.  Oh ya you have to have time to sit on the patio and read a book.  I love to read.  We went to Mikaylas recital last night.  She did such a great job.  She is so cute.  I remember when all my girls did that.  It seemed to hectic at the time to get them ready, and there on time and save seats.  The recital is much better in the place they have it now.  So much more room and better seats.      We took them to ice cream after. Trenton had colored ice cream.  All different colors. He told grandpa all the colors as it ran down his chin.  He wouldn't let anyone wipe it but himself.  He is funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380230711802700934-3681478607676989606?l=thewysons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewysons.blogspot.com/feeds/3681478607676989606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380230711802700934&amp;postID=3681478607676989606' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380230711802700934/posts/default/3681478607676989606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380230711802700934/posts/default/3681478607676989606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewysons.blogspot.com/2008/05/recital.html' title='recital'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14821341174640963970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380230711802700934.post-2040182230771827049</id><published>2008-05-18T16:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T16:54:40.074-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jam</title><content type='html'>Well, our apricot tree decided to make ripe fruit this week so I have been making apricot freezer jam.  I can't wait to eat it.  I shopped all day with Sarah and Katelyn.  We had a great time.  My daughter is a wonderful mother.  She must have had a great teacher.  lol  She has lots of patience with her children.  She loves staying home with them.  It is hard having 3 kids.  To me it was the hardest because usually your oldest isn't old enough to help much.  By your fourth kid you have one that is a big helper.  My son is a wonderful father.  I don't know of any other dad that gets up in the middle of the night with the baby.  He does it every night.  I hope his wife appreciates all the training I did. lol  He helped Sarah and I make apricot jam today.  I have wonderful loving kids.  Our family loves to tease but everyone seems to be able to take it and it isn't the same person every time. They also know when to be spiritual.  I really love have 9 kids and I love telling people I have 9 just to see their faces.  I really love them all.  I also love my 4 1/2 grandkids.  They are the cutest.  I totally love my family and wouldn't wish for anything more or less.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380230711802700934-2040182230771827049?l=thewysons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewysons.blogspot.com/feeds/2040182230771827049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380230711802700934&amp;postID=2040182230771827049' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380230711802700934/posts/default/2040182230771827049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380230711802700934/posts/default/2040182230771827049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewysons.blogspot.com/2008/05/jam.html' title='Jam'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14821341174640963970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380230711802700934.post-857071745438456514</id><published>2008-04-22T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T08:38:41.229-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ideas...</title><content type='html'>What do you do when your friends kid is mean to your kid.  Pudding in the hair, sitting across from them at lunch and the kid says to your kid "Don't talk to me, I don't like you", your kid is carrying a heavy box and asks the other for help and the other says "no you have to suffer", the other kid tells another to call your kid a B----, when confronted says "oh I was kidding I told them not to after."  What do I do?  It seems to be getting worse and worse.  When the mother finds out it doesn't seem to make a difference.  I really like the mother and don't want to cause a problem but this has to stop.  I think it will get worse if it doesn't.  Give me lots of feedback.  Thanks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380230711802700934-857071745438456514?l=thewysons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewysons.blogspot.com/feeds/857071745438456514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380230711802700934&amp;postID=857071745438456514' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380230711802700934/posts/default/857071745438456514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380230711802700934/posts/default/857071745438456514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewysons.blogspot.com/2008/04/ideas.html' title='Ideas...'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14821341174640963970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380230711802700934.post-9134093287754398699</id><published>2008-04-17T05:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T05:28:00.582-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03BXDjDhXMc/SAdABUNxpsI/AAAAAAAAAFU/ba17dOE2NY4/s1600-h/MTC+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190187486918321858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03BXDjDhXMc/SAdABUNxpsI/AAAAAAAAAFU/ba17dOE2NY4/s320/MTC+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the town that time is in.  It is so beautiful.  ugh.  He loves it, you can tell in his pictures how happy he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03BXDjDhXMc/SAdABkNxptI/AAAAAAAAAFc/7Ltmf3VG-TM/s1600-h/MTC+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190187491213289170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03BXDjDhXMc/SAdABkNxptI/AAAAAAAAAFc/7Ltmf3VG-TM/s320/MTC+030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nice apartment.  I am so glad that I spent money on sending sheets with him.  At least it looks like they mop the floor.  He said he hasn't had a hot shower since he arrived.  It gets pretty cold in the mornings with cold water running on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03BXDjDhXMc/SAdAB0NxpuI/AAAAAAAAAFk/7sTC7o08MTw/s1600-h/MTC+046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190187495508256482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03BXDjDhXMc/SAdAB0NxpuI/AAAAAAAAAFk/7sTC7o08MTw/s320/MTC+046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I am wonder why they say that Vegas is ugly and a desert.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;HMM&lt;/span&gt; maybe they should see these pictures.  I don't see ANY green do you.  Oh my bad I lied the building is green. I should have sent Tim with brown shoes. No wonder it said khaki pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03BXDjDhXMc/SAdACENxpvI/AAAAAAAAAFs/1ktIlzXQ_Sw/s1600-h/MTC+048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190187499803223794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03BXDjDhXMc/SAdACENxpvI/AAAAAAAAAFs/1ktIlzXQ_Sw/s320/MTC+048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; That's my Tim.  He is always around kids.  For some reason they just love him.  I got a package from him today.  He sent birthday presents since we have so many in May.  He also wrote today, so I got a double &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;whamy&lt;/span&gt;.  yahoo!  He broke his toe playing soccer and sent a picture of it.  Yep I don't think it would turn that color unless it was broke.  He learned how to turn corn into flour using a big stick and a stone bowl.  He is doing so well.  I am so thankful I live in this ugly town and I don't have to sleep on a used mattress on the floor. He took a picture of a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;cockroach&lt;/span&gt; that was as big as a cue tip.  How would you like to wake up to that at night. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On another note.  My new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;grand baby&lt;/span&gt; is doing great.  Sarah is finally getting adjusted a little.  We took &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Mikayla&lt;/span&gt; and Trenton to the fair.  They had a great time.  I hate those dirty rides but the kids love them.  They loved to see the animals, not like grandma (me) doesn't have a zoo here.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380230711802700934-9134093287754398699?l=thewysons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewysons.blogspot.com/feeds/9134093287754398699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380230711802700934&amp;postID=9134093287754398699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380230711802700934/posts/default/9134093287754398699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380230711802700934/posts/default/9134093287754398699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewysons.blogspot.com/2008/04/thankful.html' title='Thankful'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14821341174640963970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03BXDjDhXMc/SAdABUNxpsI/AAAAAAAAAFU/ba17dOE2NY4/s72-c/MTC+025.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380230711802700934.post-5993498845382451790</id><published>2008-04-07T17:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T18:04:00.114-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby has arrived!</title><content type='html'>The baby is finally here!  Woohoo! Her name is Katelyn.  She is 9 lbs. 15 oz. , 21" long.  She arrived at 3:05a.m. on April 7, 2008.  She is such a chubby one.  She is a doll.  Mother and daughter are doing great.  Grandma is extatic.  Big brother and Sister adore her.  Mikayla loves to hold her.  Dad is tired.  She was about a week late.  She has lots of hair for one of our babies.  It is dark hair.  What a sweetie and of course the first thing that grandma did is unwrap her.  I love to see the whole thing.  She gets to come home tomorrow.  Sarah labored for 3 hours.  These pictures are not great but I love them.  They were taken with a cell phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03BXDjDhXMc/R_rCaPHO0rI/AAAAAAAAAEc/2wuI7Q3nftY/s1600-h/baby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186671676859798194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03BXDjDhXMc/R_rCaPHO0rI/AAAAAAAAAEc/2wuI7Q3nftY/s320/baby.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03BXDjDhXMc/R_rCafHO0sI/AAAAAAAAAEk/j0y7Q44pc2o/s1600-h/babyk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186671681154765506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03BXDjDhXMc/R_rCafHO0sI/AAAAAAAAAEk/j0y7Q44pc2o/s320/babyk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Look how chubby and filled out that baby is. Look at her chunky legs and arms.  Look at those chunky cheeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03BXDjDhXMc/R_rCafHO0tI/AAAAAAAAAEs/2PfBXX6665M/s1600-h/fatbaby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186671681154765522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03BXDjDhXMc/R_rCafHO0tI/AAAAAAAAAEs/2PfBXX6665M/s320/fatbaby.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03BXDjDhXMc/R_rCavHO0uI/AAAAAAAAAE0/6fHW6ZKGYJI/s1600-h/IMG00046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186671685449732834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03BXDjDhXMc/R_rCavHO0uI/AAAAAAAAAE0/6fHW6ZKGYJI/s320/IMG00046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They just brought her back from pricking her foot.  I guess her face is red from crying. Mean nurses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03BXDjDhXMc/R_rCavHO0vI/AAAAAAAAAE8/BYJzCE7eh0M/s1600-h/newbaby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186671685449732850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03BXDjDhXMc/R_rCavHO0vI/AAAAAAAAAE8/BYJzCE7eh0M/s320/newbaby.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380230711802700934-5993498845382451790?l=thewysons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewysons.blogspot.com/feeds/5993498845382451790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380230711802700934&amp;postID=5993498845382451790' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380230711802700934/posts/default/5993498845382451790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380230711802700934/posts/default/5993498845382451790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewysons.blogspot.com/2008/04/baby-has-arrived.html' title='Baby has arrived!'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14821341174640963970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03BXDjDhXMc/R_rCaPHO0rI/AAAAAAAAAEc/2wuI7Q3nftY/s72-c/baby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380230711802700934.post-8997584397392345170</id><published>2008-03-23T23:05:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T23:10:14.128-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Great day</title><content type='html'>We had a great day today.  We got up (I felt much better today) went to church.  The choir did the Easter presentation.  We have a man that works with us sing in the choir.  He has a wife that is not very nice.  Anyway he was so excited to sing.  Then somehow he always shows up here for dinner which we don't mind him joining in.  We always have a big Sunday dinner.  Not so big food wise but lots of people.  We had my nephew and his lovely bride with us today as well as last week.  All of my kids except Tim of course were here and my grandkids.  We ate outside by the pool.  It was wonderful.  We did a little egg hunt for the grandkids.  Mine don't believe any more.  It was great.   I love family and friends.  I should have more people over but for some unknown reason I don't.  Maybe I should start.  HAPPY EASTER to all of you.  I love you all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380230711802700934-8997584397392345170?l=thewysons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewysons.blogspot.com/feeds/8997584397392345170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380230711802700934&amp;postID=8997584397392345170' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380230711802700934/posts/default/8997584397392345170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380230711802700934/posts/default/8997584397392345170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewysons.blogspot.com/2008/03/great-day_23.html' title='Great day'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14821341174640963970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380230711802700934.post-51279130433349402</id><published>2008-03-21T02:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T02:30:55.785-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Silly....</title><content type='html'>Well, now I have come down with the dreaded sinus infection.  I have meds from Mexico here so I started myself on them since I never see a Dr.  I don't have a dr.  lol  I don't remember the last time I saw one.  Oh ya, I remember, it was when we had to get physicals to adopt the girls. &lt;br /&gt;Tim or should I say Elder Wyson wrote today.  It is the day after p-day but myldsmail is terrible and it shuts down and logs off frequently.  You would think the church would have a better system for us to write.  It brightens my day when he writes.  He is doing so well.  He loves the work he is doing.  Another thing that brightens my day is my grandkids.  I was shopping at Ross and I got a phone call.  It was Mikayla.  Grandma when are you coming home?  We want to go to Macayos.  I told her I was shopping for her but would be home shortly.  So half of us went to Macayos and the other half went to Sushi.  I can't wait til Wrynn calls me. &lt;br /&gt;Sarah is due and ready to have this baby.  Joe wants me to pack up and go to his cousins wedding in Washington DC.  I told him no way.  He tried to give me a guilt trip.  He pouts.  I said okay lets go (I wasn't very nice).  He knew he didn't want me to go in that frame of mind.  I said my daughter is due any day and I DO NOT want to go.  Why do men have to have their own way?  I am married 30 years this November and I still haven't figured that out.  Oh, but, they think we always want our own way.  They are so silly.  LOL I do love him.  He is the best husband anyone could have.  He does LOTS for me. &lt;br /&gt;Tim even e-mailed 3 pictures.  I was so glad.  All my BIL had to say about the pictures was nice shoes because they were dirty.  Well, in Sal there is no green it is all dirt.  So how do you keep your shoes clean? The minute you walk outside they are dirty again. &lt;br /&gt;I am so glad I am over that baby making phase.  I love having grandbabies.  I don't know how women get pregnant with their first at 40.  They ar crazy!  I hope all goes well for Sarah.  She better hurry or Sarah Barlow will beat her again.  lol.  Sarah B. you finally look pregnant.  Good luck to you both. &lt;br /&gt;LIFE IS GOOD!  The church is true.  I love missionaries.  I hate missing them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380230711802700934-51279130433349402?l=thewysons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewysons.blogspot.com/feeds/51279130433349402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380230711802700934&amp;postID=51279130433349402' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380230711802700934/posts/default/51279130433349402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380230711802700934/posts/default/51279130433349402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewysons.blogspot.com/2008/03/silly.html' title='Silly....'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14821341174640963970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380230711802700934.post-6088121567072571467</id><published>2008-03-06T17:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T23:09:10.965-08:00</updated><title type='text'>don't know what to call it</title><content type='html'>I get so excited when I read Tims letters. He is doing so well and loves his mission so much. He loves the people which I knew he would. He says that his mission president is the best. I don't know if I have ever heard him so upbeat. I just wish that one day I could get on at the same time that he is on so I could talk with him via the computer. I don't think that I have ever had a missionary write like he does. It is amazing. &lt;br /&gt;I don't know what got into me?  I just spent 2 hours cleaning my pantry.  I swear if anyone goes in there and touches anything I am going to get them.  People just throw stuff in there.  No one can put stuff where it goes or for heavens sake take cans out of a box and put them in a row.  There was stuff in there really outdated.  I also can't believe that they were hiding a package of this or that here and there.  Then they forgot about what they hid and it is hard as a rock.  I also cleaned the medicine cupboard.  It is bare now.  ha hope no-one gets sick. &lt;br /&gt;We bought a very expensive dishwasher in Nov.  It doesn't work now.  The panel is shorted and shocks you.  The repair man came today 2 hours late.  He said that whoever hooked it up wired it wrong.  I say he is wrong.  It would have shorted long before this.  Does he know how many times it runs a week?  Always once a day sometimes two.  Now he has to order a part and he will be back on the 15th.  I guess it is paper plates and cups from now on. &lt;br /&gt;I am tired, my back hurts and I am going to bed to read.  I love to read.  SSooooo relaxing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380230711802700934-6088121567072571467?l=thewysons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewysons.blogspot.com/feeds/6088121567072571467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380230711802700934&amp;postID=6088121567072571467' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380230711802700934/posts/default/6088121567072571467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380230711802700934/posts/default/6088121567072571467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewysons.blogspot.com/2008/03/dont-know-what-to-call-it.html' title='don&apos;t know what to call it'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14821341174640963970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380230711802700934.post-5858193743437796638</id><published>2008-03-02T20:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T20:53:58.969-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love them all.</title><content type='html'>Well, it has been a while since I have blogged. Tim is amazing. He has such a wonderful spirit and testimony. It is wonderful how he has blossomed. He loves serving in Sal. The land is barren, no trees whatsoever, no green anything. He stayed in the town that he landed in. He has been there before. I miss him soooooo much. I am so proud of him or as the Lord said of his son, I am well pleased.&lt;br /&gt;I got to take my granddaughter Wrynn shopping with me yesterday. Then I picked up Mikayla on the way because she said grandma always buys my Easter dress, when is she going to take me shopping? We had lots of fun looking for a pink and white stripped dress. She finally picked out another one. We got together with the moms and dads for lunch. It was a great time.&lt;br /&gt;Sarah and Joey are great parents. They are teaching their children well. Grand kids are the best.&lt;br /&gt;Christina made the swim team at Silverado. I guess there were a lot of kids that didn't make it. She is a freshman and is very excited about it.&lt;br /&gt;Dianna had a male person over for family dinner with us tonight. He seemed very nice but he didn't talk much. Of course with our family who has time to get a word in. I have 9 wonderful children. I don't care what anyone else thinks of my kids I know they are awesome. I want them to know that I love them all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380230711802700934-5858193743437796638?l=thewysons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewysons.blogspot.com/feeds/5858193743437796638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380230711802700934&amp;postID=5858193743437796638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380230711802700934/posts/default/5858193743437796638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380230711802700934/posts/default/5858193743437796638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewysons.blogspot.com/2008/03/well-it-has-been-while-since-i-have.html' title='Love them all.'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14821341174640963970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380230711802700934.post-4170893180292767570</id><published>2008-02-15T09:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T09:51:57.713-08:00</updated><title type='text'>He wrote</title><content type='html'>Well, we have had a bad month.  I don't or can't talk about it right now.  TIM WROTE from Cape Verde.  He is in Sal.  He is happy and loves the people which I knew he would.  He said the island is Ugly.  I was so glad to hear from him.  He sounds really good and said he can even talk with the people most of the time.  He loves his companion who is from Utah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380230711802700934-4170893180292767570?l=thewysons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewysons.blogspot.com/feeds/4170893180292767570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380230711802700934&amp;postID=4170893180292767570' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380230711802700934/posts/default/4170893180292767570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380230711802700934/posts/default/4170893180292767570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewysons.blogspot.com/2008/02/he-wrote.html' title='He wrote'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14821341174640963970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380230711802700934.post-4364782789927263587</id><published>2008-01-29T08:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T08:44:01.139-08:00</updated><title type='text'>President Hinkley</title><content type='html'>&lt;a title="http://www.glennbeck.com/content/articles/article/200/5127/" href="http://www.glennbeck.com/content/articles/article/200/5127/"&gt;http://www.glennbeck.com/content/articles/article/200/5127/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a great tribute to our beloved leader. What a man he was. I am saddened yet happy that he has passed. Sad he is no longer here yet, happy he is with his beloved wife which is probably where he has wanted to be. We will all miss him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380230711802700934-4364782789927263587?l=thewysons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewysons.blogspot.com/feeds/4364782789927263587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380230711802700934&amp;postID=4364782789927263587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380230711802700934/posts/default/4364782789927263587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380230711802700934/posts/default/4364782789927263587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewysons.blogspot.com/2008/01/president-hinkley.html' title='President Hinkley'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14821341174640963970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380230711802700934.post-7385470903376560005</id><published>2007-12-03T19:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T19:39:00.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the last few weeks....</title><content type='html'>We had our whole family here for Thanksgiving.  It was great and who knows when it will happen again.  Joe took me out for our anniversary.  We have been married for 29 years.  Wow, didn't know he could put up with me that long. lol.  He bought me a beautiful silver and diamond necklace and earrings.  Then we asked Tim where he wanted to go eat before he left and he said he wanted to go to Hanks, Hanks he couldn't pick Outback he had to choose Hanks.  So we went to Hanks.  It is delicious, but expensive.  Then Jeff and Joe took Cathy and I out for our birthdays.  We went to dinner and to a show.  We had a nice time.  The show wasn't so great but the company was very nice.  Joe came me another necklace.  This one was diamonds and rubies.  Cathy gave me a pair of earrings.  I love them both.  I enjoy celebrating our birthdays together.  Then on Sunday my actual birthday, we went to a friends house for dinner.  Oh my,  it was so delicious!!!  They went to a lot of work.  Steak, appetizers, homemade ravioli, spaghetti, veggies, salad, homemade bread... awesome.  Such great people and suck a great time we had.  They invited our whole family.  I couldn't believe it.  What a great day.  Their daughter and I even had cake with candles.  My poor grandson got sick.  I hope none of them do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Tim gets set apart tomorrow morning.  We leave for the MTC in the afternoon.  I am excited but sad.  You so want your children to go on a mission but you really don't want to miss out on 2 years of their lives.  I love having missionaries.  I love writting them.  I love sending them packages.  It is a wonderful experience for them.  Tim will grow so much.  He will love Cape Verde so much!  I can't wait for him to get there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we drop him off we are going to scuba dive in the crater.  That should be fun.  I hope it goes well.  Cachay won't be able to but that is okay she will later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380230711802700934-7385470903376560005?l=thewysons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewysons.blogspot.com/feeds/7385470903376560005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380230711802700934&amp;postID=7385470903376560005' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380230711802700934/posts/default/7385470903376560005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380230711802700934/posts/default/7385470903376560005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewysons.blogspot.com/2007/12/last-few-weeks.html' title='the last few weeks....'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14821341174640963970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380230711802700934.post-1992080325159836269</id><published>2007-11-27T19:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T19:23:31.611-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Babies....</title><content type='html'>I just found out last night that I am going to be a grandma again.   Cachay and Joey are having another one.  Their kids will be 12 months apart.  There goes her diving in Hawaii.  She is nervous.  Joey is excited.  He is telling everyone.  Just like a man.  He doesn't have to carry it, deliver it or take care of it.  I am excited for them.  That will be 5 grandkids for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380230711802700934-1992080325159836269?l=thewysons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewysons.blogspot.com/feeds/1992080325159836269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380230711802700934&amp;postID=1992080325159836269' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380230711802700934/posts/default/1992080325159836269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380230711802700934/posts/default/1992080325159836269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewysons.blogspot.com/2007/11/babies.html' title='Babies....'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14821341174640963970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380230711802700934.post-6483097855826515397</id><published>2007-11-25T00:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T00:58:36.431-08:00</updated><title type='text'>thinking..........</title><content type='html'>We had a great Thanksgiving.  I had all of my children there.  It may be the last time in many years we will all be together.  When Tim comes home from his mission Bobby will be gone on his.  Who knows where the rest of us will be.  It was great.  My parents were there and Joe's mom was here.  It was very nice.  Our dishwasher decided to crash because one of my lovely children decided to put &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;dish washing&lt;/span&gt; detergent for the sink in it and bubbled the heck out of it and shorted the works.  So we had to wash everything by hand.  My new dishwasher and trash compactor and faucet are now installed thanks to my wonderful, he can do anything husband.  He is amazing.  We really didn't need a new compactor, I don't know why he bought a new one--oh yes I do--we needed one with a stainless front not a black front, because everything in the kitchen is stainless now except the fridge.  No I am not going to change that.  Tomorrow Tim and Chris talk.  I guess I better bring my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kleenex&lt;/span&gt;.  I am getting soft in my old age.  Bobby gets his eagle that evening.  It will be a busy wonderful day.  Tim leaves in 9 days.  I need to mark his clothes.  He is mostly ready.  He can't take much.  He only gets to take 44 pounds to Cape Verde.  The planes are small there I guess.  Or maybe the row boat.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;  He is getting excited to go on this new adventure.  I am excited for him.  He will be greatly missed around here but I know he needs this mission as much as it needs him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were outside putting up our nativity on the lawn and this car came by staring at all the houses, which isn't out of the ordinary.  The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Flaggs&lt;/span&gt; went by and saw me talking with the guy.  He was black, skinny, wore his cap to the side, driving a 04-05 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Escalade&lt;/span&gt;.  Sandy (girl living with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Flaggs&lt;/span&gt;) said it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Flavo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;flave&lt;/span&gt;.  Some has been rapper.  I looked him up.  He used to wear a clock  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;biiiiggg&lt;/span&gt; clock around his neck and had his teeth with his name in them.  I don't really know if it was him or not but I really didn't care. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone had a wonderful, thankful turkey day.  I pray for my neighbors mother who has a bad bug of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;somekind&lt;/span&gt; that mutates and avoids antibiotics.  She is not doing very well and I hope that they don't lose her.  She is very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;contagious&lt;/span&gt;.  They have to gown up and wear masks to see her.  She is in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;quarantine&lt;/span&gt; in the hospital.  A nonmember friend suggested we give her a blessing.  How do I suggest that to my neighbor?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380230711802700934-6483097855826515397?l=thewysons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewysons.blogspot.com/feeds/6483097855826515397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380230711802700934&amp;postID=6483097855826515397' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380230711802700934/posts/default/6483097855826515397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380230711802700934/posts/default/6483097855826515397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewysons.blogspot.com/2007/11/thinking.html' title='thinking..........'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14821341174640963970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380230711802700934.post-4529735658653509156</id><published>2007-11-17T01:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T02:08:19.990-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wo be unto him</title><content type='html'>My daughter Sarah has a best friend from high school.  This girl was never going to get married for have kids, even from pressure from us.  lol  She got married to a good guy.  She is pregnant, about 4 week less than Sarah.  Well, her husband lost it the other day and beat her up.  All I know is that if that happened to one of my daughters-wo be unto the guy!  Her whole family would be on him in no time.  The guy took all their money out of the bank.  He told her he wanted nothing to do with the baby then turned around and told her he was going to take the baby from her.  Her parents are well to do and have hired a lawyer.  I think she should have reported this and filed a restraining order.  She needs to cover her toosh.  He can't get any rights to this baby.  She was so happy.  He just snapped for some reason.  She works and he told her she needed to bring in more $$$ well guess wh0 she works for.  Her husbands business. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This world is so evil and gettng worse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380230711802700934-4529735658653509156?l=thewysons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewysons.blogspot.com/feeds/4529735658653509156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380230711802700934&amp;postID=4529735658653509156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380230711802700934/posts/default/4529735658653509156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380230711802700934/posts/default/4529735658653509156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewysons.blogspot.com/2007/11/wo-be-unto-him.html' title='Wo be unto him'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14821341174640963970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380230711802700934.post-716001384697495708</id><published>2007-11-11T21:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T22:01:06.511-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03BXDjDhXMc/RzfrSSzzZVI/AAAAAAAAACc/3CW9gun3kwo/s1600-h/DSC00387.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131828999931258194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03BXDjDhXMc/RzfrSSzzZVI/AAAAAAAAACc/3CW9gun3kwo/s320/DSC00387.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03BXDjDhXMc/RzfrIizzZUI/AAAAAAAAACU/bFvHVa0yZqI/s1600-h/DSC00367.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131828832427533634" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03BXDjDhXMc/RzfrIizzZUI/AAAAAAAAACU/bFvHVa0yZqI/s320/DSC00367.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03BXDjDhXMc/Rzfq8yzzZTI/AAAAAAAAACM/oe6W8n4R44E/s1600-h/DSC00404.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131828630564070706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03BXDjDhXMc/Rzfq8yzzZTI/AAAAAAAAACM/oe6W8n4R44E/s320/DSC00404.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the temple we decided to do family pictures.  These were taken with Tim's little camera.  We had a friend of Sarah's take the real ones.  We also had pictures taken with my mom and my brothers family.  My brother has a son going on a mission.  He enters the MTC on Wednesday.  He is going to New Jersey.  It is neat that he and Tim are going at the same time.  He leaves the MTC the day that Tim enters.  It is so nice having Chris home.  The family is together for a month.  I can't wait to receive the blessings from having another missionary.  I love having them on missions.  I worry like heck but love haveing them serve the Lord.  Tim will be so good.  He loves the people.  I can't wait.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380230711802700934-716001384697495708?l=thewysons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewysons.blogspot.com/feeds/716001384697495708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380230711802700934&amp;postID=716001384697495708' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380230711802700934/posts/default/716001384697495708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380230711802700934/posts/default/716001384697495708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewysons.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-family.html' title='My Family'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14821341174640963970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03BXDjDhXMc/RzfrSSzzZVI/AAAAAAAAACc/3CW9gun3kwo/s72-c/DSC00387.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380230711802700934.post-1437172325993356266</id><published>2007-11-10T23:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T00:10:55.128-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long time no post</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03BXDjDhXMc/Rza1KyzzZSI/AAAAAAAAACE/luB4Aq-gVn8/s1600-h/tim+temple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131488022477628706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03BXDjDhXMc/Rza1KyzzZSI/AAAAAAAAACE/luB4Aq-gVn8/s320/tim+temple.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, Tim went to the temple today.  It was a great day.  There were quite a few people from the ward there today.  There were some from other wards supporting Tim.  The stake Pres from our other Stake -Pres. Hastings was there.  Of course he is our long time friend.  We even saw his old Primary President there.  You know it shouldn't bug me but my brother and his family came from Mapleton, Utah.  My brother does not have a recommend.  His wife does.  Yet Joe has 10 brothers and sisters and a mother and not one called, or attempted to come.  I even offered to drive to St George to get his mom and she said no.  How pathetic is that?  What a supportive family.  It just bugs me.  We try to go to as many things as we possibly can because we know it is important.  I felt so bad when we couldn't go to his sisters sealing last weekend but my nephew went through the temple and had his farewell.  We asked Sarah if she would go in our place and she did.  Poor Tim, I know he says he doesn't care but he does.  He knows who loves him and supports him.  I have been dealing with things like this for 29 years and it still hurts and lets me know who cares about my family.  Enough with letting out my saddness.   After the temple we went to lunch and then came back to house for family pictures.  We took some at the pool on the rocks.  It was fun.  Then we had stake conference.  It was the first time in 29 years that Joe has asked me to sing in his choir.  So I did.  It was kinda fun.  All in all it was a great day.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chris came home on Wednesday.  That was so great.  It is nice to have him home.  He is glad to be here and is always telling us he loves us and loves being home.  Even though it is weird.  He is such a great kid.  I don't know what I am going to do with two comedians around the house.  He and Bobby are going to kill me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love my family.  I love telling people I have 9 kids.  My husband is the greatest!  My kids and their spouses and my grandkids are the greatest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380230711802700934-1437172325993356266?l=thewysons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewysons.blogspot.com/feeds/1437172325993356266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380230711802700934&amp;postID=1437172325993356266' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380230711802700934/posts/default/1437172325993356266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380230711802700934/posts/default/1437172325993356266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewysons.blogspot.com/2007/11/long-time-no-post.html' title='Long time no post'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14821341174640963970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03BXDjDhXMc/Rza1KyzzZSI/AAAAAAAAACE/luB4Aq-gVn8/s72-c/tim+temple.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380230711802700934.post-6648675345234514134</id><published>2007-11-04T07:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T23:12:47.518-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finished</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03BXDjDhXMc/Ry3rP1lmzlI/AAAAAAAAAB8/YlMhzPxi7Uw/s1600-h/eagle+scuba+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129014207960239698" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03BXDjDhXMc/Ry3rP1lmzlI/AAAAAAAAAB8/YlMhzPxi7Uw/s320/eagle+scuba+038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is finally finished. Out new office is finally finished. We are moving in. We got our finale after about killing Joe. Now he just has to get a final for the mechanic building. That will be a little tougher. It is a very nice building. I just have to worry about paying for it now. We still have things that need to be done. Like our name on the front and the glass etched inside but we moved in. The phones are working and the computers are tooooo I think. Our computer guy in working on that this weekend I hope. We already got an offer on the old building and land. It is nice to have this done. Moving is the hard part. Most of the stuff involves men throwing away what is not needed and that is not easy they just want to move things and keep piling it up. They don't like to go through things and throw away. Maybe life will get to be a little normal again soon. After I get caught up again. We have changed from Cox to Embarq for our internet service. Embarq has the fastest. It is awesome. I will probably change the one I have at home also. Forget Cox. It is always messing up. Sarah has Embarq and she said it never messes up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380230711802700934-6648675345234514134?l=thewysons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewysons.blogspot.com/feeds/6648675345234514134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380230711802700934&amp;postID=6648675345234514134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380230711802700934/posts/default/6648675345234514134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380230711802700934/posts/default/6648675345234514134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewysons.blogspot.com/2007/11/finished.html' title='Finished'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14821341174640963970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03BXDjDhXMc/Ry3rP1lmzlI/AAAAAAAAAB8/YlMhzPxi7Uw/s72-c/eagle+scuba+038.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380230711802700934.post-2619302366334388732</id><published>2007-11-04T07:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T23:12:17.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally done</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03BXDjDhXMc/Ry3ilFlmzkI/AAAAAAAAAB0/M6qJ7cRkMDM/s1600-h/PA290005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129004677427809858" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03BXDjDhXMc/Ry3ilFlmzkI/AAAAAAAAAB0/M6qJ7cRkMDM/s320/PA290005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is finally finished. Our office building is finally finished.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380230711802700934-2619302366334388732?l=thewysons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewysons.blogspot.com/feeds/2619302366334388732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380230711802700934&amp;postID=2619302366334388732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380230711802700934/posts/default/2619302366334388732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380230711802700934/posts/default/2619302366334388732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewysons.blogspot.com/2007/11/finally-done.html' title='Finally done'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14821341174640963970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03BXDjDhXMc/Ry3ilFlmzkI/AAAAAAAAAB0/M6qJ7cRkMDM/s72-c/PA290005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380230711802700934.post-7267902176218400057</id><published>2007-10-17T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T08:13:45.099-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pres. Hinkley</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03BXDjDhXMc/RxYly6D7BFI/AAAAAAAAABs/IU_ViS_ZEy0/s1600-h/pres+hinkley.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122323182689911890" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03BXDjDhXMc/RxYly6D7BFI/AAAAAAAAABs/IU_ViS_ZEy0/s320/pres+hinkley.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"After President  Hinckley finished with the sustaining of the officers of the church during the  Saturday morning session, Elder Eyring had moved to his new seat on the  stand.  Unfortunately, they didn't show this on TV, but when President  Hinckley turned around, he stood there for a moment looking at Elder Eyring,  then picked up his cane and "knighted" him on his shoulder and head.  Truly one of the funniest things I've ever seen him do. I love how  President Eyring looks just like a little  boy..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I absolutely love President Hinkleys sense of humor.  Here he is knighting  Elder Eyring.  He has such a wonderful sense of humor.  We all need to take a step back and learn from this wonderful President and become more like him.  I am sure Jesus and our Father in Heaven have a sense of humor just like this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380230711802700934-7267902176218400057?l=thewysons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewysons.blogspot.com/feeds/7267902176218400057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380230711802700934&amp;postID=7267902176218400057' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380230711802700934/posts/default/7267902176218400057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380230711802700934/posts/default/7267902176218400057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewysons.blogspot.com/2007/10/pres-hinkley.html' title='Pres. Hinkley'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14821341174640963970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03BXDjDhXMc/RxYly6D7BFI/AAAAAAAAABs/IU_ViS_ZEy0/s72-c/pres+hinkley.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380230711802700934.post-9194308630250267215</id><published>2007-10-09T22:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T08:23:00.284-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bob's new car vs my new car</title><content type='html'>Not my new car anymore.  I turned it back in.  It wasn't visible at night and not until I had it detailed but it had a very bad acid rain or something on the paint.  Soooooo I am getting a new one in a couple of weeks.  It is still on the ship.  It will be white.  Cooler in the summer here.  I haven't had a white car in a long time.  It will be different. I won't feel the need to put flags on it.  haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03BXDjDhXMc/RwxlU4hoN9I/AAAAAAAAABk/c4cx1GI1T-Q/s1600-h/Homecomming+227.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119578285858633682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03BXDjDhXMc/RwxlU4hoN9I/AAAAAAAAABk/c4cx1GI1T-Q/s320/Homecomming+227.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03BXDjDhXMc/RwxkqohoN8I/AAAAAAAAABc/vAoNekJ2r7c/s1600-h/Homecomming+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119577560009160642" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03BXDjDhXMc/RwxkqohoN8I/AAAAAAAAABc/vAoNekJ2r7c/s320/Homecomming+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know which car fits the best but I do know I won't be driving anywhere with Bob in the red car. It may be safer though. hahaha. It would be nice to have the police on our side. haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My car is a little more comfortable than his and all 4 wheels touch the ground. Bob seems to like the red one better he is smiling more. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380230711802700934-9194308630250267215?l=thewysons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewysons.blogspot.com/feeds/9194308630250267215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380230711802700934&amp;postID=9194308630250267215' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380230711802700934/posts/default/9194308630250267215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380230711802700934/posts/default/9194308630250267215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewysons.blogspot.com/2007/10/bobs-new-car-vs-my-new-car.html' title='Bob&apos;s new car vs my new car'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14821341174640963970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03BXDjDhXMc/RwxlU4hoN9I/AAAAAAAAABk/c4cx1GI1T-Q/s72-c/Homecomming+227.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380230711802700934.post-7224297094497222358</id><published>2007-09-24T17:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T17:43:00.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>babbling</title><content type='html'>Yes, it takes me forever to decide to go to a Dr. let alone get something done. I have to really be in pain. I mean so bad that I can't function, so bad I want to die. Then I go and get something done about it. I was suppose to have my gall bladder out long before I did. It started bothering me when I was pregnant with Timmy. I got it out what 2 years ago. So Sunday we were, a couple of friends and I, talking about a lift here and there. It may take me a few years to do that. I don't know I have to lose all the weight first. Then I will think about it. lol Right. I will be dead by then. I am just glad I am not one of those pregnant people. I am glad those days are forever gone. yahoo! I like grandkids. I like sleep! I like freedom! I liked kids in my day but I am toooooooo oooooolllllllldddddd now. I need a cane. haha. I look back and sometimes wonder how did I do that. Sarah Barlow thinks she has laundry. I will trade her laundry any day. Come to my house on Tuesday after the housekeepers have been here. ha! I love Tuesday. My house is sooooo clean. Love it! and I didn't have to do it. We eat out on Tuesday because I don't want to dirty the kitchen. I like 1 day with it clean. I am just babbling. It feels good. I cleaned the fat clothes out of my closet. I never want to see them again. I hope to purge again soon. yahoo. &lt;br /&gt;It was Trenton's birthday the other night.  He was so cute.  He loved getting all those cars gifts.  He has such cute expressions.  He doesn't talk much but he sure lets you know what he wants.  What a cutie.  HAPPY BIRTHDAY TRENTON&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380230711802700934-7224297094497222358?l=thewysons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewysons.blogspot.com/feeds/7224297094497222358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380230711802700934&amp;postID=7224297094497222358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380230711802700934/posts/default/7224297094497222358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380230711802700934/posts/default/7224297094497222358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewysons.blogspot.com/2007/09/babbling.html' title='babbling'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14821341174640963970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380230711802700934.post-88568615546833771</id><published>2007-09-20T23:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T00:05:14.099-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, I have lost a total of 36 pounds since July 9&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;. I have been going &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;through&lt;/span&gt; my closet for the last couple of days and getting rid of clothes. Joe even went through and got rid of some amazing. I try them on and toss them out. Don't get me wrong. I have all sizes in there somewhere. I am getting rid of the larger sizes never to be seen again. I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;looking&lt;/span&gt; t a picture of me that Sarah took and I think maybe I am going to need a plastic surgeon. A face lift---well, maybe I should get everything lifted and tucked. I don't know if I could do that. It is to scary for me. There must be a different way. There are a few members of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Joe's&lt;/span&gt; family that are getting larger breasts. I have a few images that come into my mind one is what will be left in the coffin. Say they have to open it. All that will be left is bones and two silicone filled balloons. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt; I was e-mailed a picture on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; of a old lady in a thong on the beach. It was so disgusting. She had implants. Everything was wrinkled except her boobs. yuck! She was very thin also. Why do I get these images in my mind? I guess because it is late. I need to have something for Sarah B to read. I don't want to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;disappoint&lt;/span&gt; her.&lt;br /&gt;Silverado played Coronado in volleyball the other day. They are a very rude school. I didn't enjoy playing there. Varsity won. I am glad. Our B team lost. I think their team was full of Jr's and ours are freshmen. Christina is having fun. We go out back and play with her and help her almost every evening. It is fun. I taught myself how to serve overhand. yeah. Bobby is pretty good. He should have played but he said it was not for him. haha.&lt;br /&gt;Trenton is 2 tomorrow. He is so cute. He still doesn't say much but he knows what he wants and so do you.&lt;br /&gt;We fired and hired two new girls at the office. The one I hired (Nadia) and she is cathcing on real quick. I really like her. The other is the one Joe hired and Nadia has to show her things. Joe had high hopes for Sally but she isn't what he thought she was. He knows her husband. This could be touchy.&lt;br /&gt;Time for bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380230711802700934-88568615546833771?l=thewysons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewysons.blogspot.com/feeds/88568615546833771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380230711802700934&amp;postID=88568615546833771' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380230711802700934/posts/default/88568615546833771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380230711802700934/posts/default/88568615546833771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewysons.blogspot.com/2007/09/well-i-have-lost-total-of-36-pounds.html' title=''/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14821341174640963970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380230711802700934.post-6538804478973724393</id><published>2007-09-13T21:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T21:25:12.561-07:00</updated><title type='text'>great night</title><content type='html'>Today Bobby is 17.  We got the family together and went to Boca de bepo.  It is my parents 55th aniversary also.  Sarah worked very hard and very fast for a week and put together a video with music of their pictures in their photo album.  They had no idea.  After dinner we brought them back to my house and sat them in front of the TV.  And turned it on.  Their faces were priceless.  They said it was worth a million.  It was their kind of music.  It was really great.  I tried to get the pictures in order as much as I could.  I goofed on one or two.  I just can't describe how wonderful it was.  Sarah was the champ.  She is so good at doing the videos.  She is a wonderful daughter.  I have great children each and every one of them.  No one has better.  They all have their own great talents.  I love them each equally.  I love them each for who they are.  It hurts me when one thinks I love the other more.  It is so untrue and they will find it out when they are a parent.  I love you all my children.  Mom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380230711802700934-6538804478973724393?l=thewysons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewysons.blogspot.com/feeds/6538804478973724393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380230711802700934&amp;postID=6538804478973724393' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380230711802700934/posts/default/6538804478973724393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380230711802700934/posts/default/6538804478973724393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewysons.blogspot.com/2007/09/great-night.html' title='great night'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14821341174640963970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380230711802700934.post-6876282623312173365</id><published>2007-09-13T21:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T21:18:18.779-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday night</title><content type='html'>Tuesday night I was sitting at the kitchen table checking payroll so I wouldn't get to behind at my office the next day.  It was about 1 am.  Joe came out and said he felt weird.  He said he felt like he did one day when he was in Panaca.  He kept pacing and dilly dallying around.  He wouldn't sit, he wouldn't do anything.  I watched him.  Finally he said we need to go to emergency.  He usually has heart palpatations.  It runs in his family.  He said this time his heart seemed to beat to slow.  He was dizzy and couldn't breath.  So we sat in the ER with his hooked up for a couple hours.  They did a ekg, bloodwork, x-ray etc... Then he said you have enough tests and I have been here long enough unhooked himself and said give me the papers to go.  We went home.  He said he would go to the cardiologist tomorrow.  Then next day he didn't feel good.  I made him an appointment.  They seem to think nothing is wrong.  They will do a stress test on him on the 26th.  We will see then.  I think he is stressed from building the building.  We didn't get any sleep that night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380230711802700934-6876282623312173365?l=thewysons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewysons.blogspot.com/feeds/6876282623312173365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380230711802700934&amp;postID=6876282623312173365' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380230711802700934/posts/default/6876282623312173365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380230711802700934/posts/default/6876282623312173365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewysons.blogspot.com/2007/09/tuesday-night.html' title='Tuesday night'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14821341174640963970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380230711802700934.post-6479623956463155044</id><published>2007-09-13T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T21:07:31.862-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hum haw</title><content type='html'>Tim is so excited about his mission.  He bought a program to learn how to speak Portugese.  He works every day on it.  He wants to be one step ahead.  What a great kid I have.  He still reads his scriptures etc...  I don't know what to teach him to cook because I don't know what they cook there.  lol.  I will have to get on missionary moms and find out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christina is loving playing volleyball.  Her dad is helping her inprove her skills.  Everyday they go in the volleyball court and hit balls.  She really loves High School.  She is also in the choir. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris is excited to come home.  His only concern is his parents are starting to make demands on him and he wants to be with us.  I am trying to encourage him to do what is right and what is in his heart.  He has been done wrong in many ways by them but he needs to remember they love him.  They are in no means perfect, no one is.  He loves his mission.  I can't wait to see him and have his humor around again.  I really miss him.  I will also miss Tim.  I love to miss my children when they are on missions.  It is so much fun.  I love to hear their stories.  I love to see their growth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380230711802700934-6479623956463155044?l=thewysons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewysons.blogspot.com/feeds/6479623956463155044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380230711802700934&amp;postID=6479623956463155044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380230711802700934/posts/default/6479623956463155044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380230711802700934/posts/default/6479623956463155044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewysons.blogspot.com/2007/09/hum-haw.html' title='hum haw'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14821341174640963970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380230711802700934.post-1468863686353882083</id><published>2007-09-06T20:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T20:52:56.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>EXCITING NIGHT</title><content type='html'>Tim got his mission call today. He opened it and read the place where he was going and we all went where? Where is that? He is going to Cape Verde Praia. Ha You don't know where it is either. The only one that knew is Elder &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Roode&lt;/span&gt;. It is North West of Africa. It is a group of islands. They are very poor there. They speak &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Portuguese. He leaves December 5th for the MTC in Salt Lake. He is very excited. The other good news is Elder Roode emailed me today and his mission Pres. called him and said that Salt Lake said his release date is Nov. 7th. Pres. thought it was Dec 19th. So he gave him the choice of which date he would like to use. He said he would like to talk with his mom and would call him tonight. We talked and decided that Nov. 7th would probably be the best. So he and Tim will get to spend 1 month together. I am so excited for them both. Tim's cousin enters the MTC on November 14th. He is going to New Jersey. They may overlap in there a day or two. CONGRATULATIONS TIM. I LOVE YOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mission.net/cgi-bin/mission_index.cgi?id=721"&gt;LDS Mission Network - Mission Index List&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380230711802700934-1468863686353882083?l=thewysons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewysons.blogspot.com/feeds/1468863686353882083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380230711802700934&amp;postID=1468863686353882083' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380230711802700934/posts/default/1468863686353882083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380230711802700934/posts/default/1468863686353882083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewysons.blogspot.com/2007/09/exciting-night.html' title='EXCITING NIGHT'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14821341174640963970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380230711802700934.post-9175544793830992776</id><published>2007-09-05T22:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T22:23:47.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FUNNY</title><content type='html'>I went to a show tonight at the Hilton with my neighbor for her birthday.  It was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; funny.  I don't think I have ever laughed that hard.  It was called MENOPAUSE.  It was all so true.  Younger &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;women&lt;/span&gt; just won't understand but us that have gone through it will.  We laughed off about 10 pounds.  The actresses were great.  I kept wondering who I was going to take when I go back to see it.  She wants to see it also.  I think it may have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;traumatized&lt;/span&gt; her younger girls.  They just don't know what they have in store for them in the later years.   I bought the cd.  The music was from my time but they changed the words.  It was so funny.  What a nice night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380230711802700934-9175544793830992776?l=thewysons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewysons.blogspot.com/feeds/9175544793830992776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380230711802700934&amp;postID=9175544793830992776' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380230711802700934/posts/default/9175544793830992776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380230711802700934/posts/default/9175544793830992776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewysons.blogspot.com/2007/09/funny.html' title='FUNNY'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14821341174640963970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380230711802700934.post-1628913846838017104</id><published>2007-08-30T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T21:16:41.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>blog</title><content type='html'>Now I think I have caught up on my blogging, so no more complaining.  I even changed my background and learned how to put pictures on.  woohoo  Cudos for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380230711802700934-1628913846838017104?l=thewysons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewysons.blogspot.com/feeds/1628913846838017104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380230711802700934&amp;postID=1628913846838017104' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380230711802700934/posts/default/1628913846838017104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380230711802700934/posts/default/1628913846838017104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewysons.blogspot.com/2007/08/blog.html' title='blog'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14821341174640963970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380230711802700934.post-7926091412205046417</id><published>2007-08-30T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T21:01:37.882-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03BXDjDhXMc/RteRLSLjx0I/AAAAAAAAAAk/_aY88gXSiag/s1600-h/HPIM1735.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104708325692655426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03BXDjDhXMc/RteRLSLjx0I/AAAAAAAAAAk/_aY88gXSiag/s320/HPIM1735.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The gang is all here in South Dakota.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03BXDjDhXMc/RteRLiLjx1I/AAAAAAAAAAs/7G_9uWyiyZc/s1600-h/HPIM1717.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104708329987622738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03BXDjDhXMc/RteRLiLjx1I/AAAAAAAAAAs/7G_9uWyiyZc/s320/HPIM1717.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; McDonalds.  We really went all out and spent a lot of money to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03BXDjDhXMc/RteRMCLjx2I/AAAAAAAAAA0/uo_LbN7XHTs/s1600-h/HPIM1745.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104708338577557346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03BXDjDhXMc/RteRMCLjx2I/AAAAAAAAAA0/uo_LbN7XHTs/s320/HPIM1745.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Eating again, and again and again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03BXDjDhXMc/RteRMiLjx3I/AAAAAAAAAA8/R7pI0v0SjWk/s1600-h/HPIM1765.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104708347167491954" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03BXDjDhXMc/RteRMiLjx3I/AAAAAAAAAA8/R7pI0v0SjWk/s320/HPIM1765.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The hill behind us is Devils Tower.  It has an old Indian folklore that goes with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03BXDjDhXMc/RteRNCLjx4I/AAAAAAAAABE/qyE8B_vWRCw/s1600-h/HPIM1880.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104708355757426562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03BXDjDhXMc/RteRNCLjx4I/AAAAAAAAABE/qyE8B_vWRCw/s320/HPIM1880.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The cool gang.  We are between two states.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380230711802700934-7926091412205046417?l=thewysons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewysons.blogspot.com/feeds/7926091412205046417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380230711802700934&amp;postID=7926091412205046417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380230711802700934/posts/default/7926091412205046417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380230711802700934/posts/default/7926091412205046417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewysons.blogspot.com/2007/08/gang-is-all-here-in-south-dakota.html' title=''/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14821341174640963970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03BXDjDhXMc/RteRLSLjx0I/AAAAAAAAAAk/_aY88gXSiag/s72-c/HPIM1735.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380230711802700934.post-9090740712222821388</id><published>2007-08-30T19:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T19:58:24.319-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TAGGED  (a long time ago)</title><content type='html'>Ive been taggedJobs Ive Held:&lt;br /&gt;1. I worked at a vet&lt;br /&gt;2. Wife&lt;br /&gt;3. Mom&lt;br /&gt;4. Grandma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Films I could watch over and over&lt;br /&gt;1. the Kind and I with Yule Brenner&lt;br /&gt;2. Ever After&lt;br /&gt;3. Patriot&lt;br /&gt;4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Places Ive lived:&lt;br /&gt;1.Germany&lt;br /&gt;2.Missouri&lt;br /&gt;3. Oaklahoma&lt;br /&gt;4. California&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite TV Shows:&lt;br /&gt;1. Everybody loves Raymond&lt;br /&gt;2. Untold stories of the ER&lt;br /&gt;3. Dirty Jobs&lt;br /&gt;4. Critical Hour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fav Foods:&lt;br /&gt;1. Chocolate&lt;br /&gt;2. pineapple pizza&lt;br /&gt;3. Lasagna&lt;br /&gt;4. Cookies choc chip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Websites I visit Daily:&lt;br /&gt;1. blogs&lt;br /&gt;2. family web site&lt;br /&gt;3.&lt;br /&gt;4.&lt;br /&gt;Places Id rather be:&lt;br /&gt;1. Shopping&lt;br /&gt;2. Shopping&lt;br /&gt;3. Disneyland with the grandkids&lt;br /&gt;4. hawaii-can't wait to go in december&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag Beth&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380230711802700934-9090740712222821388?l=thewysons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewysons.blogspot.com/feeds/9090740712222821388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380230711802700934&amp;postID=9090740712222821388' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380230711802700934/posts/default/9090740712222821388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380230711802700934/posts/default/9090740712222821388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewysons.blogspot.com/2007/08/tagged-long-time-ago.html' title='TAGGED  (a long time ago)'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14821341174640963970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380230711802700934.post-5309121301706976453</id><published>2007-08-29T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T08:21:42.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>VOLLEYBALL</title><content type='html'>Christina made the freshman volleyball team out of 38 girls.  That is awesome.  She had her first game yesterday.  They played at Durango.  It was like 110 in the gym.  Their air conditioner was struck by lightening and it was out. The girls need a real coach.  Their coach does not know what she is doing.  I told Sarah she should coach them.  They did win.  Yeah.  Christina pulled them out of the first game with 9 serves in a row.  Yes!  I am hoping by the end of the year they will at least know how to set.  Maybe line up on the line after the game or something.  I know they are freshman and most have never played.  They have also changed all the rules since Sarah played.  I don't think I like the new rules.  They have taken alot of the "skill" I guess is the word out of the game.  Anyway, that is progress I guess.  Freshmen team won and the varsity lost after 5 games.  I look forward to ging to High School sports again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380230711802700934-5309121301706976453?l=thewysons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewysons.blogspot.com/feeds/5309121301706976453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380230711802700934&amp;postID=5309121301706976453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380230711802700934/posts/default/5309121301706976453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380230711802700934/posts/default/5309121301706976453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewysons.blogspot.com/2007/08/volleyball.html' title='VOLLEYBALL'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14821341174640963970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380230711802700934.post-2304383739760273316</id><published>2007-08-28T21:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T21:34:49.435-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Calls</title><content type='html'>Calls usually do come 2 weeks after the papers are put in.  This will be my 4th missionary.  I love having missionaries out there.  When Tim comes back, Bob will either be leaving or gone.  WOW.  Then I only have girls left.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380230711802700934-2304383739760273316?l=thewysons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewysons.blogspot.com/feeds/2304383739760273316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380230711802700934&amp;postID=2304383739760273316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380230711802700934/posts/default/2304383739760273316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380230711802700934/posts/default/2304383739760273316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewysons.blogspot.com/2007/08/calls.html' title='Calls'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14821341174640963970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380230711802700934.post-8882386703243472420</id><published>2007-08-27T20:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T21:01:25.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>YAHOOO</title><content type='html'>Well,  after a long hard year and a few months.  Tim finally has his papers turned in.  He called President Davie tonight and Pres. told him that they went today.  Tim is very excited.  I hope he leaves before December because we don't have a ticket for him for Hawaii.  Elder Roode comes home on December 19.  That is a couple of days before we leave for Hawaii.  Everything worked out for him.  He is doing so well.  They love him.  I am going to bed, I am tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380230711802700934-8882386703243472420?l=thewysons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewysons.blogspot.com/feeds/8882386703243472420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380230711802700934&amp;postID=8882386703243472420' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380230711802700934/posts/default/8882386703243472420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380230711802700934/posts/default/8882386703243472420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewysons.blogspot.com/2007/08/yahooo.html' title='YAHOOO'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14821341174640963970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380230711802700934.post-1876832216013063455</id><published>2007-08-24T01:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T01:23:23.185-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cell phone</title><content type='html'>I got a new cell phone.  I got the blackberry curve.  Boy does it do alot.  I want to find a site that I can download some nice ringtones and the at&amp;t site doesn't have that many country songs that I like.  Such a catrastophy right? haha.  I wish that was all I had to worry about.  I think I will do some answer tones too.  I haven't been to our ward for about 5 weeks.  I won't be there this Sunday either.  We have a court of honor and homecoming in St George. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a bunch of volleyball girls at our home this evening.  Christina made the freshman volleyball team at Silverado.  She is excited.  It was a get to know you and the coaches and the rules meeting.  The girls tye dyed shirts and socks.  Well, mostly they dyed their hands and clothes.  Christinas hands are purple.  This too shall fade.  haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380230711802700934-1876832216013063455?l=thewysons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewysons.blogspot.com/feeds/1876832216013063455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380230711802700934&amp;postID=1876832216013063455' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380230711802700934/posts/default/1876832216013063455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380230711802700934/posts/default/1876832216013063455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewysons.blogspot.com/2007/08/cell-phone.html' title='cell phone'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14821341174640963970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380230711802700934.post-8613057734748278639</id><published>2007-08-21T17:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T18:20:52.397-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back</title><content type='html'>What a busy summer I have had so far.  Let's catch up.  Lake Powell was so fun.  I got a nice tan.  I didn't even need to sit in the sun.  The water was beautiful.  The temperature was great.  We had fun with all the family and friends that showed up.  Our boat worked the whole time.  We didn't hit a sand bar with the boat, no one tried to run us off the road on the way.  The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;grandkids&lt;/span&gt; were so much fun.  We only wish Joey, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Cachay&lt;/span&gt;, Dianna and Chris could have been there.  We had lots of excellent family time.  We even went into church.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Woohoo&lt;/span&gt;.  We missed the first ward we went to so had to find another chapel or go to a meeting in Navajo.  Which would have been okay we went to a Samoan one in Australia.  Dianna was in Palmyra.  She was in the Hill &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Cumorah&lt;/span&gt; Pageant.  She enjoyed that very much.  I can't wait to go back to the Lake. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dianna came home on the 22&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt;.  Joe went to Alaska on the 28&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;. A vendor took him fishing for a couple days.  He said it was the only time that he didn't spend a dime on a trip.  He took his wallet out once and the Vendor told him to put it away.  He was amazed.  He usually pays.  He had a great time and caught a lot of fish.  He shipped them home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe and I left with some friends on the 3rd for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Sturgis&lt;/span&gt;, SD.  We drove out &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;motorhome&lt;/span&gt;.  It started with whether or not we should go because &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Cachay&lt;/span&gt; did not know if she was in labor or not so I said let's go.  If we stay it won't be labor.  I got as far as St George.  They dropped me off and I came back with my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;SIL&lt;/span&gt; who is a midwife and happened to be the one delivering the baby.  We got to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Cachays&lt;/span&gt; around 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt; and the baby was born at 10:38.  She is so cute.  The birth was uneventful and great.  It didn't take to long and wasn't to bad for the mom.  Her mom was there and I was there.  We encouraged and helped in any way we could.  Joey caught the baby after the head was delivered.  He was so excited and a could coach.  It was a great experience.  I went home slept for a little while-ya right- and got on a plane for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;SLC&lt;/span&gt; where I met the group and we went on to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Sturgis&lt;/span&gt;.  We had a real good time.  We put 1000 miles on the Harley.  The country is beautiful.  We saw Devils Tower, Mt Rushmore, Wind tunnel which is the 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; largest tunnel in the world.  We only had a couple mishaps.  One member of our party decided to drive off road on his bike but he kept control --sorta.  The other was our neighbor went down on his.  Both happened in the rain.  It was just starting to rain and slick and they hit the white line on the side of the road and slid off the road.  Thankfully it was onto some grass.  They scrapped an elbow and hand and a couple bruises but they were okay and oh ya so was the bike it was just full of grass in every nook and cranny.  It didn't scratch the bike so all was okay.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;  Joe decided to try to play &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;toro&lt;/span&gt; with buffalo with his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;boody&lt;/span&gt;.  Thank goodness the buffalo wasn't looking.  The cop told him to stop because they are easily agitated and they run 35 mph.  We went to see Toby Kieth at the Buffalo Chip.  Toby Kieth was awesome but gong through the Buffalo Chip was like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Sodom&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Gomorrah&lt;/span&gt;.  (I probably spelled that wrong)  It had such an evil feeling in that place.  You have to be 18 just to camp there.  I am glad we camped 20 miles away.  We will go back next year.  It will be just as fun.  I really got to know my neighbors better and see how they live their religion.  I hope they saw how we live ours.  I hope we had some influence on them for the good.  We were meant to be neighbors.  We almost bought some land between here and Pahrump and come to find out they almost bought the lot next to the one we wanted on the same street. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We came home and went to see our new grandbaby.  She is so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then last weekend we went to Cache Valley Utah for a family reunion.  All my kids went except Preston and Chris.  It was nice to visit my dad's aunts and I know they appreciated it.  It was a quick and nice trip.  We took the motorhome.  Nice roaming hotel.  Nice to travel in.  We got lots of corn and tomatoes.  yum yum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next weekend we are going to St George for a Court of Honor and a missionary homecoming.  My neice went on a 4 month mission to Nauvoo.  She had a wonderful time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cute little granddaughter turned 4.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380230711802700934-8613057734748278639?l=thewysons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewysons.blogspot.com/feeds/8613057734748278639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380230711802700934&amp;postID=8613057734748278639' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380230711802700934/posts/default/8613057734748278639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380230711802700934/posts/default/8613057734748278639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewysons.blogspot.com/2007/08/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14821341174640963970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380230711802700934.post-268272713494075219</id><published>2007-07-11T18:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T18:36:04.171-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer</title><content type='html'>Here I am blogging instead of getting ready.  I haven't done a thing.  I have been at the office doing payroll and paying bills etc...  I love to go to Lake Powell but why is it always so much work and stress to go out of town?  We are having a friend stay at our house.  We have horses and dogs and stuff to feed.  When we come back Joe gets ready to go fishing in Alaska.  Then when he comes home we get ready to go to Sturgis for the big Harley convention.  We are driving in our motorhome.  We are going with our neighbors.  They are bringing their motorhome.  We were having friends come with us but they can't so we go alone.  It should be a great trip.  The country is beautiful there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dianna called me today.  She is in Palmyra.  She is a few different things in the pageant.  I can't remember what they are.  She is having a great time.  The pageant starts on Friday.  She misses us all already and we miss her.  Just got her home and she is gone again.  She comes home on the 23rd.  Maybe she will find her dream man at the pageant.  That is okay as long as they don't live back there.  They have to move west. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cachay is due in two weeks.  This baby better wait til I get back from Powell and then she needs to hurry and get here.  I can't wait to meet her.  She is going to be a cutie.  Yes, I already know that.  It would be funny if she had my color hair.  haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I better go get my menu completed.  Sarah did half of it.  She is a good daughter.  I am glad they are going with us.  I hope they stay longer than they are saying they will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380230711802700934-268272713494075219?l=thewysons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewysons.blogspot.com/feeds/268272713494075219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380230711802700934&amp;postID=268272713494075219' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380230711802700934/posts/default/268272713494075219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380230711802700934/posts/default/268272713494075219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewysons.blogspot.com/2007/07/summer.html' title='Summer'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14821341174640963970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380230711802700934.post-5774281958393493916</id><published>2007-07-07T20:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T18:37:25.381-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GOD BLESS AMERICA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well, Joe sold his soft tail Harley the other day. I didn't think he would. It is the one on the picture. I thought he would keep it and ride it when I didn't go with him. I told him he should keep it but who knows. It was a beautiful bike. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;We had our annual 4th of July party. We started having these parties every year when we moved into this house so--this was our 6th one. Joe's dad loved parties and would have big get togethers all the time but with just the family. So he is carrying on a tradition that his father started. It is a shame his family doesn't seem to want to continue it. It is really hot though. Maybe we should change to an easter egg hunt or something. I don't know. I love it. I just get nervous and don't want anyone to get hurt. I enjoy everyone coming over and I get to chat for a few minutes with everyone. Well, at least half of the people. I am sorry that I miss talking with friends. Sometimes I don't know the people that come but we don't care. We just want everyone to have a good time. My favorite part is the speech and saying the Pledge and singing the National Anthem. I truly love this country. I love what we stand for. I think those that don't such as Rosie, Jane Fonda, the Dixie Chicks should be hung for treason. At least deported to another country. Like they say LOVE IT OR LEAVE IT!! This country was told that as long as we were righteous and religious people we would be saved. Why do we let a few wayward souls rule us and take God out of our country? Let us stand up for our rights and our God. This is a great country. My father has been involved in two wars--he went to Korea and Vietnam. I stand up and salute him and all those like him who help fight for our freedom. I think we should raise the pay level for those who defend us and keep us free. Give a paycut to the Pres, senators and govenors. All they do is argue with each other and damean each other. They need to get together-get on the same page. All I have to say is GOD BLESS AMERICA, land that I love, stand beside her and guide her. I also love you all. (Whomever is reading this)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to all who came to the party. We loved having you. Remember next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380230711802700934-5774281958393493916?l=thewysons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewysons.blogspot.com/feeds/5774281958393493916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380230711802700934&amp;postID=5774281958393493916' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380230711802700934/posts/default/5774281958393493916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380230711802700934/posts/default/5774281958393493916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewysons.blogspot.com/2007/07/god-bless-america.html' title='GOD BLESS AMERICA'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14821341174640963970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380230711802700934.post-7640568198805528567</id><published>2007-06-30T09:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T10:02:06.325-07:00</updated><title type='text'>blue man</title><content type='html'>We went to dinner with Joey and Cachay.  It was nice.  We went to Capital Grill.  It is a upscale restuarant at the Fashion Show.  It overlooks the strip.  It is amazing what you see on the ground from the 3rd story.  Some good...some not so good.  Some funny.  Then we went to the show.  It is a great show.  I laughed the whole time.  If you haven't seen it, it in a good one.  They come out in the audience and involve people.  Don't sit in the first 4-5 rows because you will be painted, unless you wear the cover they give you.  It was a lot of fun.  Everyone is invited to our house on the 4th remember.  Sounds like Heather will be there.  I have people here I don't know.  Have a great day.  Thanks for the book idea Beth.  I might have to get that and read it.  Sarah is in Panaca.  I miss my grandkids when she goes there.  Oh,  I went to the Coach outlet. They are having a great sale.  The one downtown is the busiest.  It has the most stuff.  They told me they are the #1 outlet.  I believe it.  I also went to the one around the corner.  Of course, I bought something.  Did you wonder?  I love purses.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380230711802700934-7640568198805528567?l=thewysons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewysons.blogspot.com/feeds/7640568198805528567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380230711802700934&amp;postID=7640568198805528567' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380230711802700934/posts/default/7640568198805528567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380230711802700934/posts/default/7640568198805528567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewysons.blogspot.com/2007/06/blue-man.html' title='blue man'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14821341174640963970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380230711802700934.post-1631444778069355062</id><published>2007-06-29T17:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T18:44:26.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last mopey blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I am feeling in the dumps this week. I went to camp last year as the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;YCL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; leader. I wasn't asked to go this year. I have two girls there and I really wanted to go but... Oh well, that is the way it goes. I wasn't invited by the stake or the ward. So to make up for it Joe and I were going to go somewhere. I told him Tahiti but I knew it was to short notice for that. So tonight we are going to dinner and to Blue Man. We went to the lake twice this week. It is nice out there. The water is still a little cold. Bobby is the man. He can jump that wake on his board. He is trying to jump and do a 360. He almost does it. Wednesday is our 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of July party that everyone is invited to. We provide the dogs and burgers and ask that everyone else bring something to share. We always have tons of food. It is a great party. I love it and so does Joe. Dianna also leaves Thursday for the pageant at Hill &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Cumorah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. After all that we go to lake Powell. I love it there. Then Joe goes to Alaska to fish and then THE BABY comes. Yahoo. I also love being busy! I better go get ready to go. No more complaining in my posts. I promise!   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380230711802700934-1631444778069355062?l=thewysons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewysons.blogspot.com/feeds/1631444778069355062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380230711802700934&amp;postID=1631444778069355062' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380230711802700934/posts/default/1631444778069355062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380230711802700934/posts/default/1631444778069355062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewysons.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-am-feeling-in-dumps-this-week.html' title='Last mopey blog'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14821341174640963970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380230711802700934.post-4982637727723669448</id><published>2007-06-20T22:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T17:21:51.382-07:00</updated><title type='text'>getting it off my mind  sorry</title><content type='html'>I don't like it when you get called to a position at church and the person over you wants you to do things like they want...so why call me to that position.  If I get a calling I do the job.  Does it really matter how you get it done as long as it is done?  I give my girls at my office a job.  I don't care how they get it done as long as it gets done otherwise why ask someone to do the job. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing, I don't like it when people believe and listen to gossip. I have been accused by a person in the church of talking about someone.  This accuser has not come to me and asked me if or what I have said.  I would hope that before anyone believed something I supposedly said they would ask me first.  Whom is the bigger sinner the supposed gossiper or the believer? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wanted to get that off my chest sorry.  Any insites out there on the subject?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380230711802700934-4982637727723669448?l=thewysons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewysons.blogspot.com/feeds/4982637727723669448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380230711802700934&amp;postID=4982637727723669448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380230711802700934/posts/default/4982637727723669448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380230711802700934/posts/default/4982637727723669448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewysons.blogspot.com/2007/06/getting-it-off-my-mind-sorry.html' title='getting it off my mind  sorry'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14821341174640963970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380230711802700934.post-6528826453745781216</id><published>2007-06-13T22:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T23:18:57.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lots of laughs</title><content type='html'>I am so funny. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. I hope you are doing much better &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Annilee&lt;/span&gt;. I asked what you could or couldn't have to eat and they said you didn't have a set diet. I hope it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Anywho&lt;/span&gt;. I am back from my cruise. We (Joe and I) took Tim and Bob with us on an Alaskan cruise. We went with my brother and his two boys. I loved Alaska. It is beautiful. We had a great time. This is how it went.  We left Sunday morning.  Bobby is still in training on his insulin pump.  Well, he didn't go to the pharmacy and pick up his insulin.  We found this out at 6 am Sunday.  You cannot get his insulin without a perscription.  It must be the new drug of choice.  I guess everyone wants to kill themselves on it.  One shot and that is what would happen if you didn't need it.  We figured we should be able to get the perscription transferred to Alaska.  He said he had enough to last but what if he doesn't.  At the airport while we wait for the plane I kick up a conversation with a man who is from Canada.  I asked him if he knew if we could get insulin without a perscription in Canada.  Joe said "He won't know that!" My boys are looking at me like I am crazy.  The man says well "As it so happens, my wife is diabetic and no you have to have a perscription."  O ya, we think we need to check into United well we had to walk back with our luggage to the International Airport because we are flying Canada air.  It is probably 1/2 mile.  Then you have to go through custums.  They have to search Bob because of his pump. I got 0 (that means no) sleep Saturday night.  I was so tired.  We have a good flight.  We take the limo to the ship and meet my brother there.  We booked a penthouse so we had champagne, flowers and fruit waiting for us because we are starved.  You know a hooch and a tiny bag of trail mix doesn't go very far.  We find food on the ship, yes!  That is what you do on ship eat, eat, eat....We are in the very front of the ship and have a great balcony.  I hate to do those life jacket drills.  we leave yes.  Monday we sail. Tuesday we dock at Ketchican.  It is beautiful. We saw the old house of ill repute (Dolly's)  She was the madam and the--you know.  We saw a eagle up close.  He was beautiful.  They are everywhere. We shopped and toured.  It was beautiful.  We ate real fish and chips.  Then we got back on and sailed to Juneau. The boys (men) went fishing. My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;sil&lt;/span&gt; and I looked around the port and went to see a glacier and a rain forest garden. It was beautiful. The glacier is blue. I thought the ice would be solid but it is like round ice frozen from your freezer. I don't know why it is blue. The waterfalls are so wonderful. You wanted to swim but I really don't like cold water. I like my pool just so. 89*. I don't think I would have been in that water past my little toe.  They have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Walmart&lt;/span&gt; in Juneau. I didn't make it there darn it. In the rain forest, it is owned by a landscaper. He bought a excavator for quite a bit of money (I know), his wife was mad. He did 30,000. worth of damage to it with a tree so he took the tree, picked it up and was slamming it with the excavator. It landed upside down with the roots exposed. He had a brilliant idea. He left it that way and put moss and flowers all in the root area. The flowers cascade down the sides like an umbrella. It is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;gorgeous&lt;/span&gt;. I would love to do that here. Tim and my nephew caught two big salmon.  We got back on the ship and ate some more. We stopped at Skagway.  We took a train ride on the trail they used to get to Skagway through Canada. We saw black bear there. More beautiful waterfalls, bigger than I have ever seen. I have been to a lot of places. My boys even enjoyed these scenery trips. Especially the bear. They wanted to get out and chase it like they did when we went to Canada. Silly boys. We shopped and bought stuff for the kids. The ship tried to take us to a huge glacier but there were to many ice bergs in the way. We headed home.  Two days on the ship.  People were sitting in the lounge chairs by the pool with blankets and parkas on it was hilarious.  It was mostly a cruise for old people. No...I mean older than me.   I am used to warm cruises down south. It was nice to spend some time with my brother and his family. We get together only once or twice a year. We are going to Hawaii for Christmas and they might join us. That would be nice.  Enough boring you all.  I am still rocking.  The puppies are so cute.  Oh, I had to have Sarah take the mommy to the vet because she didn't look to good when I left.  All was well. &lt;br /&gt;We might be gone this Sunday.  We are thinking about going to the cabin.  Sarah said it was wonderful up there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380230711802700934-6528826453745781216?l=thewysons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewysons.blogspot.com/feeds/6528826453745781216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380230711802700934&amp;postID=6528826453745781216' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380230711802700934/posts/default/6528826453745781216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380230711802700934/posts/default/6528826453745781216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewysons.blogspot.com/2007/06/lots-of-laughs.html' title='lots of laughs'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14821341174640963970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380230711802700934.post-2760096626656571438</id><published>2007-06-13T18:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T18:16:02.267-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OK OK OK</title><content type='html'>OK, here is my blog.....there I am done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380230711802700934-2760096626656571438?l=thewysons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewysons.blogspot.com/feeds/2760096626656571438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380230711802700934&amp;postID=2760096626656571438' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380230711802700934/posts/default/2760096626656571438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380230711802700934/posts/default/2760096626656571438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewysons.blogspot.com/2007/06/ok-ok-ok.html' title='OK OK OK'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14821341174640963970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380230711802700934.post-3801329785078196498</id><published>2007-06-02T17:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T17:39:19.779-07:00</updated><title type='text'>blog, blog, blog</title><content type='html'>I haven't blogged in so long I almost forgot my password.  I am leaving in the AM for a cruise (well deserved) to Alaska.  In this past week.  We have given 23 people including myself (the worst case) food poisoning.  I never knew you could throw up the lining of your stomach so many times and swallow it again.  ugh.. Sorry so graffic.  Or have loose bowles for so long.  I lost 12 pounds.  I had to go to jury duty the next day and stay for 7 1/2 to 8 hrs and not get picked.  I would have just puked.  You can't get out of it unless you talk with the judge.  I had to get ahead at the office.  I had to redo payroll because the girls like to make mistakes.  I am just suppose to push print.  hahahaha.  We delivered 8 puppies.  We finally got a long awaited passport.  We had a wonderful friend (true meaning of friend) stand in line in LA because the passport people miscalculated and needed to get $15.00 more from us.  He (our true friend) stood in line 4 hrs.  I owe him big time.  big big time.  I had to finish at the office today.  Mind you it is Saturday.  I have to get things ready for my kids.  My wonderful friend Tricia will drive for me this week in the car pool for school.  Great friend also.  I haven't packed.  I am still washing.  haha  What am I doing?  blogging am I insane?  I will report later.  Oh, it is suppose to rain the whole cruise.  wonderful.  My hair will love that!  I will have fun though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380230711802700934-3801329785078196498?l=thewysons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewysons.blogspot.com/feeds/3801329785078196498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380230711802700934&amp;postID=3801329785078196498' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380230711802700934/posts/default/3801329785078196498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380230711802700934/posts/default/3801329785078196498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewysons.blogspot.com/2007/06/blog-blog-blog.html' title='blog, blog, blog'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14821341174640963970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380230711802700934.post-7680267155724005766</id><published>2007-05-23T00:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T00:17:20.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>great times coming tomorrow</title><content type='html'>I went to the new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Walmart&lt;/span&gt; today on Russel and Eastern.  Wow it is huge.  I was there with Sarah, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Mikayla&lt;/span&gt; and Trenton.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Everytime&lt;/span&gt; I would get out of Trenton's site I would hear &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Bampa&lt;/span&gt;.  That is what he calls me sometimes.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Mikayla&lt;/span&gt; kept saying Grandma I need this.  We need to buy those bubble blowers and we need bubbles.  I need that Cinderella doll.  She knows I don't like Dora and she sees it and says "look who that is grandma".  I didn't see it and said "who?" She said look.  I said oh Dumb Dora.  Do you remember the show that said  "_______ was so dumb, how dumb was it?"  That is what I refer to.  I got in trouble by Grandma Honey one day because &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Mikayla&lt;/span&gt; was at the store with her and said dumb Dora.  Grandma Honey told me it wasn't nice.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;  (Grandma Honey is the other grandma.)  It is fun to be with my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;grandkids&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Nana (Dianna) comes home in the morning.  Will I sleep tonight?  Will she sleep tonight?  She has to come home alone because no other missionaries are to be released.  It will be scary for her.  She won't have a companion and has to change planes.  It scares me.  I don't like to do things alone.  I will give up my guest bedroom for her.  Aren't I a wonderful mom?  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;  Her homecoming talk is Sunday.  She sent me a scripture through a member.  Yes she keeps the rules to the end.  It is 2 John 1:12  Look it up.  What a perfect scripture.  Her friend Christine Taylor comes home this week with her mom also.  They left on the same day.  It will be an emotional day tomorrow.  I feel bad that she has to come home to the gossip and such going on in our lives.  She will be the light that I need right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to see Sarah and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Mikayla&lt;/span&gt; dance together.  Sarah took tap from Lori.  Lori gave private lessons back then.  Sarah wouldn't do her first dance until I promised her a green ice cream cone.  Now she is dancing with her daughter.  No I didn't take tap so I am not dancing.  I have sat through enough lessons to know it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380230711802700934-7680267155724005766?l=thewysons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewysons.blogspot.com/feeds/7680267155724005766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380230711802700934&amp;postID=7680267155724005766' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380230711802700934/posts/default/7680267155724005766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380230711802700934/posts/default/7680267155724005766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewysons.blogspot.com/2007/05/great-times-coming-tomorrow.html' title='great times coming tomorrow'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14821341174640963970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380230711802700934.post-7785541257092900667</id><published>2007-05-15T19:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T20:05:44.808-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Countdown...</title><content type='html'>Dianna comes home in a week yeah.  Countdown the days. Where am I going to put her? She will have to go in the guest room until I get Tim out of here.  I want to miss him.  I love having missionaries.  When he gets back Bob will go.  She will leave in a month to go back to NY to be in the Hill Cumorah Pageant. &lt;br /&gt;We did Bob's eagle project last week.  It was great and I thank those who came, not many did but enough and we were greatful for them.  It seemed to go well.  I hope the signs stay up.  They are not cemented in.  If a strong wind blows they could topple over. &lt;br /&gt;We are going on a cruise on the 3rd to Alaska.  We are only taking the boys that are at home, of course.  We are going with my brother and his family.  They have two boys the same age as my kids.  We ran into a problem with Bob's passport.  It expires 3 days before we go.  Oh well, he only needs it to get back in the US.  lol  We put a rush on it and it should be fast because it is a renewal.  If not we stay in Canada til they can fed ex his new one to us. lol.  Joe and Bob will like that won't they. Fishing and fishing and fishing.&lt;br /&gt;The housecleaners came today along with the gardner and car washers.  It is a great day.  Everything is clean, clean, clean.  I love it. Maybe when my kids are gone (what day will that be) I will clean my own house again.  lol &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you about what happened on the way to Panaca.  We got about 1/3 of the way and Joe said "I don't have any fuel getting through to the engine"  Then he said "Everything just shut down on the motorhome."  Mind you we just got it out of the shop from the Dunes disaster that happened because fleetwoods mechanic can't put a oil filter on right.  Joe pulled over to the side of the road as much as he could without tipping it over.  He unhooked the jeep and he and Bob took off back to town.  Also, my parents were with us-they never come with us-so this break down is not a good thing.  Joe had to drive all the way back to town.  Catapillar would not send a mechanic--they wanted to tow it back.  Well, we needed it in Panaca.  We called the mechanic from our business.  In the meantime--Preston and Sarah saw us on the side of the road and we have a few laughs---they took my parents and Mikayla with them.  The mechanic and Joe changed a fuse a 5 amp fuse and it started.  We went the length of the motor home and it stopped again.  Joe put a 10 amp in this time and asked the mechanic to follow us for a little while and give us extras.  Oh, Prestons sister MaryKate came by and stopped and took the girls with her.  It was great we made it.  My parents ran and got in it when we got to the Wadsworth's.  They were worried about where they were going to stay and how they were going to get home.  Other than that it was a great time.  Things like this just add a little bit of adventure to the trip. lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380230711802700934-7785541257092900667?l=thewysons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewysons.blogspot.com/feeds/7785541257092900667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380230711802700934&amp;postID=7785541257092900667' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380230711802700934/posts/default/7785541257092900667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380230711802700934/posts/default/7785541257092900667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewysons.blogspot.com/2007/05/countdown.html' title='Countdown...'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14821341174640963970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380230711802700934.post-6769225136089779578</id><published>2007-05-09T00:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T00:29:56.255-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandkids</title><content type='html'>Ya know I really love my grandkids.  I bought Trenton a new bed today.  It is a firetruck.  I wish I could have been able to buy my kids the things I buy my grandkids.  I really enjoy making them happy.  I think he liked his bed.  I hope he sleeps in it.  He can climb in and out and turn the light on.  He is such a cute boy.  I think maybe Mikayla is a little jealous.  Maybe she will sleep in it with him.  lol  I bought it because he can climb out of his crib and I  don't want him to fall and crack his head or anything.  Maybe Sarah will take and picture of him in it and put it on her blog or maybe put it on mine.  I bought my new granddaughter on the way a few clothes the other day, the only problem is that I don't know Cachay's taste so I don't know if she will like them.  Oh well, we will see.  I can't wait to see how Trenton did in his bed tomorrow.  Funny the little things that excite us isn't it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380230711802700934-6769225136089779578?l=thewysons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewysons.blogspot.com/feeds/6769225136089779578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380230711802700934&amp;postID=6769225136089779578' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380230711802700934/posts/default/6769225136089779578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380230711802700934/posts/default/6769225136089779578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewysons.blogspot.com/2007/05/grandkids.html' title='Grandkids'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14821341174640963970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380230711802700934.post-8844910299211129820</id><published>2007-05-03T09:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T22:42:40.948-07:00</updated><title type='text'>robbers and thieves</title><content type='html'>Last night I left my children home (Bobby 16, Christina 14, Sabrina 12, Jenna 10). Joe was out with friends. Tim was out with friends. Jana (that's me) went to ward cooking class with friends. I told the kids to make sure every door was locked. On my way out the door from cooking class I get a call from the neighbor that another neighbor was almost robbed. I guess some hooligan broke into my neighbors house stole stuff and then jumped the fence and threw a rock through this nieghbors french door and proceeded to knock the rest of the glass out with a paint pole. All the lights were out in her house except for the room she was in. She heard the noise and turned her bedroom light on (that was the room it happened in) The guy ran away. She called 911. They kept her on the phone. The cops came. Of course they found nothing. They never show up when they are needed. They just harrass my kids in the desert. Another story. The cop said to keep lights on in your house. Keep it well lit outside. Have a gun available but not where a robber can find it. We have had a lot of burgleries in the area. Some in the middle of the day. I came home and Bob was gone --to a friends and the girls has doors unlocked. Needless to say I came unglued at them. I want to bestoe fear into them.  It is just to scary.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380230711802700934-8844910299211129820?l=thewysons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewysons.blogspot.com/feeds/8844910299211129820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380230711802700934&amp;postID=8844910299211129820' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380230711802700934/posts/default/8844910299211129820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380230711802700934/posts/default/8844910299211129820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewysons.blogspot.com/2007/05/robbers-and-thieves.html' title='robbers and thieves'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14821341174640963970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380230711802700934.post-807756076533305157</id><published>2007-05-01T22:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T22:25:18.444-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My dear child</title><content type='html'>I learned something tonight while at dinner with my family. My son pointed out to me by saying "Don't you remember Mom what it said in the Work and the Glory III about it is ours to forgive?" Wow, I must learn from this spiritual giant I have raised and the one that was mostly attacked. Ya know I don't care what is said about me but do not attack my children. What warriors my children are. What faith they have. We think we are teaching our children but we really aren't they are teaching us. Joe taught me a long time ago. These children come to this earth with certain characteristics and we can try to guide them but when all is said and done they will do what they want. We cannot change these spirits. We just love them. All of them. I am blessed to have the children I do. That includes my adopted ones. Chris is included in that. He is very valiant. I believe he and Tim were friends before they came to this earth. Chris has been through a lot--to be kicked out of his house because he didn't clean his room---to where he is now a district leader on his mission. So what I started to say is I am going to pray to find forgiveness in my heart for the wrongs that have been put upon my family. I pray others will forgive anything I have done to them. Let us not listen to gossip or spread gossip. I learned a long time ago to not believe something that was said unless I asked the person that said it if it were true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a mommy daughter date tonight at yw. It was pretty fun. We had to do like the newlywed game and answer 3 things about our daughters. Then they had to answer ours. I think my girls know me better than I know them. lol We did pretty good though. It was fun and I thank all those who put on the show.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380230711802700934-807756076533305157?l=thewysons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewysons.blogspot.com/feeds/807756076533305157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380230711802700934&amp;postID=807756076533305157' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380230711802700934/posts/default/807756076533305157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380230711802700934/posts/default/807756076533305157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewysons.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-dear-child.html' title='My dear child'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14821341174640963970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380230711802700934.post-5278338051309737981</id><published>2007-05-01T14:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T14:54:04.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ride baby ride</title><content type='html'>I finally felt good enough I could leave my family while we went to Laughlin.  I knew they could handle things while I was gone.  I took care of some things in the morning so I could prove innocence of things we were accused of.  I still don't know if the accuser believes the proof.  Oh well, if not woo be unto him or should I say them.  Anyway, we rode the Harley.  Our neighbors came with us.  I think it was 110 down there.  It wasn't that hot last year.  We had a good time.  The multitudes weren't there yet.  It is fun going up and down the strip.  We mostly walked around in the booths.  We left before the rifraf began.  My neighbors are so nice.  I really think they would make great members of this true church.  We came back to Vegas and slept in our own beds.  I love my bed.&lt;br /&gt;We left for St George today.   That is a long way on the back of a bike though.  Good thing we have a radio and headphones so we can talk to each other.  I can carry on a good conversation with myself but i don't really like it when I answer back. We checked into the hotel and went back out to the bikes.  Guess who we ran into,  L. Tom Perry.  Wow that was awesome.  He is really tall and what a wonderful, kind, spirit.  It is funny we ran into him because my DIL just got his address for me so I could write him with some concerns I have over what has just transpired with my family. (You have to write to your area leader. ) He and his wife were there for their anniversary.  She is really a good person also.  We had a nice tak with them, they are so wonderful, of course what general authority isn't? lol We told him our friends were not members and he said we could take care of that.  They just laughed.  I think he could tell they were good people.  We said goodbye and rode to the Harley store.  You have to go to them all ya know.  Then we went to Zion.  It was beautiful.  Not very many tourists...roads were clear...weather was wonderful.  It kinda freed my mind.  What beauty God created for us to enjoy.  We got back to the hotel got in the jacuzzi after hours (they let us if we were quiet--it was hard but I was quiet).  I was exhausted.  Amazing how tired you get just sitting all day. lol&lt;br /&gt;We got up saturday and went to Bryce Canyon.  It was such a great weekend for the weather.  There were lots of Harleys.  Mostly from California.  We came down the mountain through Panquitch, Brian Head and Parawoan.  It was a little chilly at Brian Head as we went through just before it got dark.  I wasn't cold I had my leathers and stuff on.  Our friends weren't as equipped. They were a little cold.&lt;br /&gt;When we came home we came the old way around the gorge. It was fun.  It was hot also.  But we stop often to rest.  Joe has cruise control but our friends don't.  On the way back I thought oh no back to the same problems blaugh.   Oh well this to shall pass.  No I don't want my own bike.  I like sitting on the back.  I just have to figure out how to read a book while I am on the back. lol  I am just so funny.  haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have never experienced Bryce or Zion like you do on the back of a bike.  REALLY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380230711802700934-5278338051309737981?l=thewysons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewysons.blogspot.com/feeds/5278338051309737981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380230711802700934&amp;postID=5278338051309737981' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380230711802700934/posts/default/5278338051309737981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380230711802700934/posts/default/5278338051309737981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewysons.blogspot.com/2007/05/ride-baby-ride.html' title='ride baby ride'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14821341174640963970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380230711802700934.post-533427497201749035</id><published>2007-04-25T23:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T07:59:23.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>kicked</title><content type='html'>I have been kicked for the last time. It will be hard to get back up from this one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380230711802700934-533427497201749035?l=thewysons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewysons.blogspot.com/feeds/533427497201749035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380230711802700934&amp;postID=533427497201749035' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380230711802700934/posts/default/533427497201749035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380230711802700934/posts/default/533427497201749035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewysons.blogspot.com/2007/04/kicked.html' title='kicked'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14821341174640963970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380230711802700934.post-7094354061987407840</id><published>2007-04-24T20:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T21:21:06.225-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ramblin....</title><content type='html'>It has been a while since I posted. What has happened? We went to the fair with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;grandkids&lt;/span&gt;. Oh yeah, we took our kids too. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt; The boys went the next day and spent all day. Everything had such a great time. We went to the rodeo. It was so much fun. I don't know why I like them but I do. I love horses but wish I had more time to spend with mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah B I feel sorry for you. I love Tuesday because I love my house soooo clean that day. Especially since I didn't have to do it. My yard gets done, and my cars get washed. I love it. Yes! The worst part is they find lots of laundry.  ugh. It takes me a week to do it. I cleaned it all and did everything for 25 years, my husband said let me do something for you and got me a housekeeper. Love him for that.  Only thing I need to do now is get some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;bon&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;bons&lt;/span&gt; and be eating them on the couch when Joe gets home. He said that is all I do anyway (on Tuesday). &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to St George to visit &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Joe's&lt;/span&gt; family. It was fun. We all actually got along. We all have different personalities. Some like to brag, some have to have the spotlight when they walk into the room until they leave the room. I used to come home crying when I went to any family things on the in-law side of the family. Now I come home laughing. Nothing bothers me. They make me laugh and I try to make them laugh. I do have a sense of humor ya know. I am funny when I want to be. That is when I overcome my shyness. Yes, I am shy I just cover it well, most of the time. Not when I am in a room full of people I don't know. Then I just find a corner to hang out in until I can leave. People take this in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;opposite&lt;/span&gt; way. I have been told that people think I am snobby. I really am not---really. We took the grandkids with us and Sarah of course. We went to the Bear Mill. They had a great time. Trenton made a giraffe and put it in Harley clothes and calls it varoom varoom. Mikayla made a pig in a cowboy outfit. Mikayla Pig, that is what she named it. Original huh? hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got a new bishopric on Sunday. I knew we were going to, I was just surprised who the Bishop was. I knew who the counselors were. Should be interesting. It is a difficult job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tim went today and did the stuff he had to redo on the medical for his mission papers. They gave him the wrong papers and then didn't tell him for a week. I can see his side in that he wondered why it took a week to tell him and then I see the other side the guy had family problems. I really feel for Tim because he is thinking I should get my papers in another week and then..........oh you didn't have the right medical forms you have to go to the expense and time of doing it all over again. It can let you down a little. He is a good man. He does it himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are riding the Harley with our neighbors to Laughlin Thursday. Yeah can you see me in a leather boostier (I don't know how to spell that) bra and thong? Don't think so. We are only staying the day. Friday we are going to Zion and around for the weekend. We are meeting up with a few other Harleys. No the kids aren't coming. They get to stay home. Mom and Dad alone. yahoo. It is so wonderful going through zion on the back of a Harley. Really it is. What a view. I will have to write about it when I get back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dianna comes home in a month and I don't have anywhere for her to sleep. I am excited for her to come home. She has served with all her heart on her mission. She loves the Lord and loves the Church historical sites. Even her down times are good times for her. Even when she fell down the stairs of her apartment in the snow. By the was she hates the snow and doesn't want to see it for a while. I don't blame her. It is going to be hard for her to come back to this routine. She goes back for the month of July because she is in the Hill Cumorah Pageant. She loves singing. Maybe she should be on American Idol. lol She would do much better than whats his name Sanjaya. I have missed her very much as I do Chris. It will be good to have her home. I hope she meets a wonderful man who loves her to no end and would do anything for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell like I am just ramblin.... no not rambo....ramblin.  Well, maybe rambo sometimes just not right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380230711802700934-7094354061987407840?l=thewysons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewysons.blogspot.com/feeds/7094354061987407840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380230711802700934&amp;postID=7094354061987407840' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380230711802700934/posts/default/7094354061987407840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380230711802700934/posts/default/7094354061987407840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewysons.blogspot.com/2007/04/ramblin.html' title='ramblin....'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14821341174640963970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380230711802700934.post-3952916437252347119</id><published>2007-04-18T22:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T23:13:56.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hmmmmmmmmmm</title><content type='html'>To start out with.  I am so glad &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Sanjaya&lt;/span&gt; was voted off AI tonight.   I felt sorta bad for the kid. I hope he had a great time. Now the real contest begins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faith--do I have enough?  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Somedays&lt;/span&gt; it seems that our faith is tried more than others.  This is one of those days.  Do I have enough?  I need to not only for myself but for my kids.  I know the church is true.  I truly do.  Why I let people in the church kick me in the bum I don't know.  For example--we want to take our non-member neighbors on a Harley ride through Zion with some friends from Denver.  They are riding with a group that calls themselves Temple Bikers.  These people took our friends to lunch to let them know they only wanted 5 bikes to go.  Ours would be 6 and 7.  What was their name again?  Oh ya "Temple Bikers"   &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hmmmmmmmmm&lt;/span&gt;.  They don't want the non-members to go.  I thought it was the more the merrier.  These non-members let us join their group without even a sigh.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hmmmmmmmmm&lt;/span&gt;  Who is more Christ like?  Why do I let members kick me when I have missionaries going out?  Or when someone in my family is sick or afflicted in anyway.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;hmmmmmmm&lt;/span&gt;   Or why do I do something that I think is right and get a lecture for it?  Seems like I was following the outline of the church and the order of things and I come off the bad guy.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;hmmmmmmmmmmm&lt;/span&gt;?  My Sarah knows what I am talking about.  I will never stop going to church because the gospel is true but...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;hmmmmmmmmmm&lt;/span&gt;....  Do I have enough of what it takes to keep getting kicked, I guess I do? Sometimes I think if it were for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;poeple&lt;/span&gt; in the church I wouldn't go, I go because the gospel is true.  I hope I have never offended anyone, if so I am sorry for it.  I don't mean to and if I have they should tell me so I can make it right.  I don't know why I wrote this but I am sure there are others who feel this at times in their lives.   &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;hmmmmm&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happier note Sarah brought my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;grandkids&lt;/span&gt; over yesterday.  They are the cutest.  Someone told me tonight at a party I was at tonight that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;grandkids&lt;/span&gt; are our reward for not killing our children.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;hmmmmmmmm&lt;/span&gt;.  Could be true.  I have a great life 9 of the best children ever. 2 of the best &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;grandkids&lt;/span&gt;.  I have my parents still here.  I have the best husband who as a friend put it "his only desire is to make me happy".  I have two missionaries out which is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; fun.  One comes home soon.  One leaves soon also (I hope).  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;hmmmmmmmm&lt;/span&gt;  Life couldn't be better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope all my kids keep their journals.  I started them from the time they were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;conceived.  Like mommy doesn't know I am here yet.  etc...  I have had a great time this last couple of weeks going back and reading mine.  hmmmmmm  The things our minds forget.  How quickly we remember when we read.  Life is great.  I really wonder how I lived through Tim.  What a boy he was.  Such a loving and spiritual kid too.  What a man he has grown to be but so misunderstood all my boys are by others not me.  hmmmmmmmmm  lololololololol  Kids come to this world with such different personalities and characteristics and we can change them.  I used to argue that but I don't anymore.  We can try to guide them but they are who they are.  I love them all. hmmmmmmm yeah all of them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380230711802700934-3952916437252347119?l=thewysons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewysons.blogspot.com/feeds/3952916437252347119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380230711802700934&amp;postID=3952916437252347119' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380230711802700934/posts/default/3952916437252347119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380230711802700934/posts/default/3952916437252347119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewysons.blogspot.com/2007/04/hmmmmmmmmmm.html' title='hmmmmmmmmmm'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14821341174640963970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380230711802700934.post-5205906567027636803</id><published>2007-04-14T13:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T13:37:16.754-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fair</title><content type='html'>We went to the fair with the grandkids. It was great fun. We watched the pig races. The kids loved it. Jenna was a cheer leader for our pig. Our 3 different pigs lost all 3 times. They divide the audience up in 4 sections and assign them a pig. We went to see the animals. Trenton loved to pet the ones that were his size or smaller but if they were bigger he screamed. He loved the little goats. Maybe Sarah should buy him one. lol Mikayla loved them all. We let the girls go and ride the scary rides and we did what else.....eat....eat...eat. I was so full not from the food but from the Texas twister drink. It is fresh fruit juice with the fruit in it and some sugar and water and ice. It is so good. You also have to have a funnel cake. We met the Flaggs there and hung out with them. The girls ran into Brother Little and Morgan and the two little ones went with him. Christina hung with Patty. She hasn't done that in a long time. We also saw the Fords. We decided instead of sitting on a bench waithing for the kids to get done, we would go to the rodeo. The first bronc rider out of the shoot was so exciting. The horse bucked a couple of times and then fell on top of the rider. He wasn't to hurt thank goodness. There was a bronc that wouldn't leave the shoot. The clown said he could even ride that one. A couple bulls stumbled etc... Lots of action. We finally got home about midnight. It was fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380230711802700934-5205906567027636803?l=thewysons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewysons.blogspot.com/feeds/5205906567027636803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380230711802700934&amp;postID=5205906567027636803' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380230711802700934/posts/default/5205906567027636803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380230711802700934/posts/default/5205906567027636803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewysons.blogspot.com/2007/04/fair.html' title='fair'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14821341174640963970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380230711802700934.post-6415567837944995618</id><published>2007-04-12T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T21:44:25.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Missionaries...</title><content type='html'>I love missionaries.  I love writting to them and mailing them packages and hearing all their stories.  Today was Chris's day to e-mail.  I didn't get to write back and forth because I didn't catch him on.  He is such a great kid.  He has come a long way.  He joined our family about 5 years ago.  He was kicked out of his house because he didn 't clean his room.  I told him to move in here but he better clean his room and he did---sorta.  Once a week when the housekeeper is here.  lol  I got him to finish school.  He wanted to join the military and I said he could do that later.  Then I said he could after his mission.  Now he does not want to join.  He loves his mission after a rough start we won't get into.  He has been out over a year.  He is in the Pittsburgh PA mission. He is originally from So Africa.  His fave thing to do is say he is more African American than most people here are.  He is now DL and a finish trainer.  He was in Jamestown and the mission pres.  just shut that city down to walking missionaries.  Now he is back in Fredonia.  That is twice he was transferred back to an area.  He loves the Lord, he loves his mission, he loves people and can't understand why they don't love the gospel as he does.  Dianna is the same. She is at the Hill Cumorah Historical Sites.  She will finish at the sites and comes home on May 23.  They are both so happy.  I can't wait to get Tim out.  Hopefully soon.  By the time he gets back Bobby will go.  WOW.  Did I already say I love missionaries?!  Chris tells me all the time how grateful he is for us letting him live here.  This is his home.  We are his parents.  I am grateful to have him.  He is a awesome child of God.  Misunderstood by a lot of people but an awesome man.  I love missionaries.&lt;br /&gt;So...Sarah was a little upset because Mikayla didn't do her scripture in Primary.  Well....I was reading my journal and found that when Sarah was 4 she was suppose to give and talk in Primary and guess what...she started and then quite because everyone was looking at her.   ha  That is the same as Mikayla.  It is so funny.  So we shouldn't be so hard on our children.  I bet I was upset with her because she had her memorized too and wouldn't do it.  I didn't write that in my journal.  Did I mention I love kids?  I must to have 9. &lt;br /&gt;My cable is halfway out stupid huh!  I almost didn't get to watch  Idol last night.  I still can't figure out why Synjaya or however you spell it is still in.  He is probably a great person but not to much of a talent.  I have never watched Idol before but I like it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380230711802700934-6415567837944995618?l=thewysons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewysons.blogspot.com/feeds/6415567837944995618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380230711802700934&amp;postID=6415567837944995618' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380230711802700934/posts/default/6415567837944995618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380230711802700934/posts/default/6415567837944995618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewysons.blogspot.com/2007/04/missionaries.html' title='Missionaries...'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14821341174640963970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380230711802700934.post-4313380282663111484</id><published>2007-04-11T16:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T17:15:55.324-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Teenagers.......</title><content type='html'>Teenagers.  What do we do with them?  My dh called me this morning.  He said " Let's just start building a coffing."  I am like what?  Bobby's hg1ac, or whatever it is called, (blood sugar test for the last 3 months) is at 14, normal is 6-7. He is slowly killing himself.  I can't get it through his head.  I want to knock him out.  I tell him everything that will happen to him.  He has been approved for a pump.  All he has to do is test and adjust the amount of insulin on the pump. I pulled him out of school and put him in independent study.  He does the work at home and then tests at Liberty High school once a week. It is a program Clark County does for students.  You have to have your counselor recommend you for it. I can keep a closer eye on what he eats and how he takes care of himself.  Do you think he will like that?  It is funny that when you have them do something they don't want to or don't agree with, it is DUMB.  They make me laugh.  Gee, I have heard it all before.  I am old I have been through 5 teenagers already.  This is not new to me.  Hello.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380230711802700934-4313380282663111484?l=thewysons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewysons.blogspot.com/feeds/4313380282663111484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380230711802700934&amp;postID=4313380282663111484' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380230711802700934/posts/default/4313380282663111484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380230711802700934/posts/default/4313380282663111484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewysons.blogspot.com/2007/04/teenagers.html' title='Teenagers.......'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14821341174640963970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380230711802700934.post-1441430223356023955</id><published>2007-04-09T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T21:21:57.107-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You should do it you will love it</title><content type='html'>I had to join the blog to post on my daughters. She came over on Sunday and said you should set one up. You will love it. So here I sit writting. Sarah B also said you need to do this it is great, you will love it. The only thing is that I am not much of a writter.&lt;br /&gt;I have a daughter on a mission in NY. She is at the Hill Cumorah Historical sites. She comes home in 2 months and I don't have a room for her to stay in. I was suppose to have my son gone by now but he decided to break his jaw about a year ago and just got the medical stuff done. You know how teenagers are you can't push them they have to do it themselves, they are adults now. Ya, they live at home and you still fund their things for them with the money tree in the back yard. lol Just because you have checks you have money. lol. Tim did put his papers into the bishop and now he has an appointment with the stake president. We will see how that goes.  Tomorrow he sees the stake pres.  I told him, my son, he needs to leave before my daughter gets home because I don't have anywhere to put her.  He laughed.&lt;br /&gt;I also have another son in NY but he is in the Pittsburgh mission. He comes home in December.  He will share a room.  Get married and have his own home.  ya right. &lt;br /&gt;I heard from my daughter today.  She is very happy she gets to finish her mission at the Sites.  She absolutely loves them.  I am glad for her. She goes back in July because she is in the Hill Cumorah Pageant.  That was money from the tree in my back yard too.  I better go plant another tree or two. &lt;br /&gt;Ya know what this is kinda fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380230711802700934-1441430223356023955?l=thewysons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewysons.blogspot.com/feeds/1441430223356023955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380230711802700934&amp;postID=1441430223356023955' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380230711802700934/posts/default/1441430223356023955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380230711802700934/posts/default/1441430223356023955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewysons.blogspot.com/2007/04/you-should-do-it-you-will-love-it.html' title='You should do it you will love it'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14821341174640963970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
