<?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-8559391</id><updated>2012-01-15T09:11:40.117-07:00</updated><title type='text'>From Today Forward</title><subtitle type='html'>A little about life as a wife and mother, About life and death, about dealing with lifes ups and downs.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momw.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559391/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momw.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559391/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Yoshi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PHgV8dqpdOo/TxL6sjUzTOI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/O8N4VGbsgKw/s220/BHDLinkedLogo.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>160</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8559391.post-6967462215556197712</id><published>2009-07-08T11:49:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T11:53:47.919-06:00</updated><title type='text'>THIS SPRING...............</title><content type='html'>So far we have found people with alot of fruit trees that are producing alot of fruit.  We have done mulberry and cherry jams and jellies and bottled cherries.  My daughter in law found some apricots the other day.  They were just a little on the green side so I probably need to get them bottles today or tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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I told the girls that the week was all about adventure and that the adventure wasn't quite over.  Oh How True!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was time for goodbye's to be said.  We had a couple of things that I needed to do before leaving town.  So it was 2:30 or 3:00 pm before we left town.  We had decided to take the old hiway to come home because Britt had never seen the Craters of the Moon before.  The trip across the desert was uneventful.  The excitement started the instant we stepped out of the car at Craters.  Immediately we were surrounded by smoke coming from MY CAR!  I got down on my hands and knees and looked under the car.  Red liquid was dripping from the back of the engine.  Looks like Transmission fluid to me.  Come to find out I was right.  I couldn't get ahold of Shane, Phillip, My nephew Jake, my parents, my brother, or my sister.  Fortunately for us we had purchased a thing similar to AAA, with a loan that we got a while back.  This service paid for us to be towed all the way to Boise.  The wrecker had to come from Idaho Falls,  I can't begin to imagine what that would have cost us.  It took 2 hours for him to get to us.  To begin with we were of the understanding that only 2 people could ride with the driver.  I hated to have the girls go with the driver without me but I just couldn't see any other option.  Then just about 1/2 hour before he got there.  I was getting nervous because he hadn't showed up so I called the service and let them know that we were still stranded.  She called the dispatcher for Classic and found that the driver was only about 1/2 hour out, and that he could accomodate all three of us.&lt;br /&gt;Come to find out the driver was someone that I knew from home.  This guy had worked for Classis for years.  The owners of Classis Auto Body had been in our ward in lincoln.&lt;br /&gt;By this time my sister and her husband was coming out to pick up the girls and I.  So I called her and told her to turn around and go home.  That we would be ok.  I couldn't get the pay phone there to make a long distance call out so I had to call the Sheriff's department in that county and have them call Shane and Phillip to let them know not to come to twin to meet us.  J and D were planning to drive us that far.  Phillip called me back on the pay phone and I explained  what was going on.  The  driver got there just minutes after that.  He loaded that car up onto the flatbed of his truck with the three of us in it.  We got to ride in our car all the way to Boise.  I really was kinda fun.  I only used a quarter of a tank of gas coming home.  That was nice.  We got to see some beautiful country all covered in snow.  What a trip.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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The kids were out with my car tonight. A car approached them that didn't have lights on. Being good citizens they tried to signal to the inhabitants of the car that they needed to turn on their lights. The other car had 2 "SPICKS" in it. Yes I said "SPICKS". people like these two do not deserve the respect of being called hispanic. I have known Hispanic people that were the cream of the earth. These two are "SPICKS", did you hear me you two "SPICKS, SPICKS, SPICKS, SPICKS"! The "SPICK" car was next to ours at a stop light. The kids tried to let them know that they didn't have lights on and the passenger "SPICK" being the one closest to our car climbed out and kicked my car just above the tire on the drivers side front quarter panel. You wouldn't believe the dent the "IDIOT SPICK" left, and it caused a great big chip of paint to pop off. Then they, "the SPICKS" took off as soon as the light changed. Thank goodness the kids got a licence plate number. Hopefully it is a good one. "SPICKS" aren't always honest about such things. My poor kids spent the rest of their evening, well at least a couple of hours at the Meridian Police Department filling out statements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM GETTING TO THE POINT THAT I REALLY HATE PEOPLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went through 3 years nearly trying to get a settlement and get tools back that were stolen from us right after we moved in here. We didn't get back most of the tools that we were told were in the police evidence room. A number of the items that were supposed to be there weren't. We got about a 300.00 settlement from the boys and their parents, but that didn't cover the cost of the items that were stolen, plus those that were supposed to have been in the evidence room that we didn't get back. One of the boys was supposed to have helped do some painting as part of his pay back. He came one time and painted for about an hour and that was all that was done.  It was a crappy paint job at that. So we were out money there also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS REALLY PISSES ME OFF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another time Matthew and 2 friends, Steven and Taylor, were getting gas to come home after being out one night. To make a long story short. Matthew got hit with the heavy end of a pool stick in the eye, and went down to the ground, the guy that hit him was poised over him to hit him in the back of the head and Steven probably saved his life. Steve had run into the store to tell the clerk to call the cops, he grabbed 2 bottles of Root Beer and broke the bottles by hitting them together, and stabbed the guy, that was about to hit Matthew again, in the back. If he had been about 1/4 inch closer to the kids spine he would have killed the kid. We spent the next couple of hours in the hospital with the boys and then we spent the rest of the night, literally, in a police office where they take juveniles to question them and fill out statements. Not the regular police station. We finally left there around 7:30 AM. i had to work that day after having no sleep the previous night. That was fun!&lt;br /&gt;We did get a fairly good settlement from that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another time because of Matthew and Steven we had a gang of 13 Juvenile HOODLUMS and HOODLUMS that were masquerading as adults show up here on New Years night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very stupidly and innocently Matthew and Steve had heard that there was a "CAR CLUB" that they ought to check out. So on New Years Eve they went to talk to these guys about their "CLUB". When they got there, there was alot of drinking and weird stuff going on. The "CLUB" members didn't want to talk cars, so the boys said that they tried to leave. Well this didn't sit well with the "CLUB" members either. The guys tried to leave and the "CLUB" surrounded Matthews pickup and all had either guns, baseball bats, or pipes to come at the boys with. So Matthew hit the gas and knocked a couple of the guys out of the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the next night. All of these HOODLUMS show up at our door. ROCKY the ring leader was carrying on about how Matthew had hit him with his pickup and that he had spent the night in the hospital and his mother was going to sue us. Shane stayed calm and asked if they could take THIS outside. I called the cops. I went outside in my stocking feet, as I recall that night the temperature outside was about 15 degrees, I took the phone out with me and continued to talk to the dispatcher and let her know just exactly what was going on. When the "CLUB" saw me come out with the phone knowing that I was probably on the phone with the cops one car full left. We got a really good response time from the cops this time. Officer Weinegar and a female cop named Helen showed up here really quick. Officer Weinegar was a great guy, Helen was a BITCH. We had to deal with her more than once and she is a nightmare in officers clothing. It took a good half hour to 45 minutes before everything was said and done and the "CLUB" finally left,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did they find us? I hear you ask! Earlier in the fall Steven had taken out a girl named AMY. She was a doll. He brought her here one night and we had dinner and played games all evening. We really had a good time with her. She was at the "CLUB" meeting the evening before. She lead these IDIOTS RIGHT TO US!!! Thanks Amy. Nice way to repay our hospitality. AMY just happened to be one of the 3 that left in the first car. The other 2 were the HOODLUMS that were masquerading as adults. CHICKEN SHITS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the nice thing about this confrontation was that when ROCK SHIT and his mother went before a judge to try to file a complaint. The Judge had dealt with them before and he laughed them out of his court room. THANK YOU JUDGE who ever you may be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I have ranted some I think that I feel better. I just do not look forward to going through another 3 years of court hearings, dealing with prosecutors that change monthly, Having court dates change, etc, etc, etc.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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We can't leave the dog with anyone except my friend Nancy.&lt;br /&gt;So we have to drive out to UCON to drop the dog off after visiting with my parents for a while, then on to K &amp; B's house. The reason that we cant take the dog with us there is that they have&lt;br /&gt;2 huge dogs that would eat her in one bite. It is so nice to finally reach their house after traveling&lt;br /&gt;all that way, it means that a good nights rest is ahead. MAYBE! I usually don't sleep well the first night out. This time I slept like a log.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday...&lt;br /&gt;Shane and I just did a few things that we needed to do. Friday was kind of a leisurely day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday...&lt;br /&gt;was the Walker Family Reunion. One of Shanes brothers and his wife showed up.&lt;br /&gt;Shanes uncle was the person in charge this year so most of his kids were there. I haven't seen any of them for a long time. His cousin M showed up and D, K &amp;amp; J all showed up from Utah and California. We haven't seen them since their parents died about10 years ago now. I've known&lt;br /&gt;D for alot of years she and her husband used to live in IONA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday.... I spent the morning with JIZR and Blogotron having JIZR try to help me to put Photoshop onto my husbands laptop computer. I had to run over to Walmart to try to find a jump drive so that we can transfer the program over because we were having trouble doing it any other way. I knew that my uncle had started working at that store when they opened and he jus happened to work in the electronics so I was hoping to see him. I got lucky he was there. He and my aunt weren't able to come to the reunion so I was really glad to see him. He told me that my aunt and uncle and cousins from North Carolina were coming so that they could attend the reunion also. I was really surprised and pleased. I had only given them 2 months notice and they changed their vacation plans so that they could come and be with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent the rest of the day getting ready for the Barbeque at Nancy's. When we go over there we try to get together with family and friends that are available and we have a BBQ. This is so much easier than trying to go to everyones homes. We had several families show up and we had do it yourself foil dinners. We put the hamburger and everything else out in dishes. People put into the dinners what they wanted and wrote their names on the foil in marker, and threw them onto the BBQ grill. That way no one could complain about what was in their dinners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday....&lt;br /&gt;Nancy and I drove to Blackfoot to get some Eze Up canopies that a good friend has and was willing to let us borrow for the family reunion that was coming up on Saturday. These canopies are really incredible. They are commercial grade so they are alot heavier than anything that you can buy at Walmart etc. It was all Nancy and I could do to lift them. We took them back to her house and left them because I had somewhere that I had to be that afternoon. I can't remember now where. I think that we just needed to get back into my parents apartment. Mom had planned dinner for us and I needed to help. We had everybody there except for Phillip, Matthew, Julie, Jake and Jessica. We had a nice dinner and my dad and brother in law&lt;br /&gt;were acting like a couple of kids. They had me laughing like I didn't know any better. After dinner we all went out and sat in front of the apartment in lawn chairs and talked. It was so great.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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The answers they got were broader&lt;br /&gt;and deeper than anyone could have imagined. See what you&lt;br /&gt;think..............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When my grandmother got arthritis, she couldn't bend over and paint&lt;br /&gt;her toenails anymore. So my grandfather does it for her all the time, even&lt;br /&gt;when his hands got arthritis too. That's love."&lt;br /&gt;Rebecca- age 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different. You&lt;br /&gt;just know that your name is safe in their mouth."&lt;br /&gt;Billy - age 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is when a girl puts on perfume and a boy puts on shaving cologne&lt;br /&gt;and they go out and smell each other."&lt;br /&gt;Karl - age 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is when you go out to eat and give somebody most of your French&lt;br /&gt;fries without making them give you any of theirs."&lt;br /&gt;Chrissy -age 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is what makes you smile when you're tired."&lt;br /&gt;Terri - age 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is when my mommy makes coffee for my daddy and she takes a sip&lt;br /&gt;before giving it to him, to make sure the taste is OK."&lt;br /&gt;Danny - age 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is when you kiss all the time. Then when you get tired of&lt;br /&gt;kissing, you still want to be together and you talk more. My Mommy and Daddy&lt;br /&gt;are like that. They look gross when they kiss"&lt;br /&gt;Emily - age 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is what's in the room with you at Christmas if you stop opening&lt;br /&gt;presents and listen."&lt;br /&gt;Bobby - age 7 (Wow!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you want to learn to love better, you should start with a friend&lt;br /&gt;who you hate,"&lt;br /&gt;Nikka - age 6 (we need a few million more Nikka's on this planet)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is when you tell a guy you like his shirt, then he wears it&lt;br /&gt;everyday."&lt;br /&gt;Noelle - age 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is like a little old woman and a little old man who are still&lt;br /&gt;friends even after they know each other so well."&lt;br /&gt;Tommy - age 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"During my piano recital, I was on a stage and I was scared. I looked&lt;br /&gt;atall the people watching me and saw my daddy waving and smiling. He was&lt;br /&gt;the only one doing that. I wasn't scared anymore."&lt;br /&gt;Cindy - age 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My mommy loves me more than anybody . You don't see anyone else&lt;br /&gt;kissing me to sleep at night."&lt;br /&gt;Clare - age 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is when Mommy gives Daddy the best piece of chicken."&lt;br /&gt;Elaine-age 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is when Mommy sees Daddy smelly and sweaty and still says he is&lt;br /&gt;handsomer than Robert Redford."&lt;br /&gt;Chris - age 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is when your puppy licks your face even after you left him alone&lt;br /&gt;all day."&lt;br /&gt;Mary Ann - age 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I know my older sister loves me because she gives me all her old&lt;br /&gt;clothes and has to go out and buy new ones."&lt;br /&gt;Lauren - age 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When you love somebody, your eyelashes go up and down and little&lt;br /&gt;stars come out of you." (what an imagination)&lt;br /&gt;Karen - age 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You really shouldn't say 'I love you' unless you mean it. But if you&lt;br /&gt;mean it, you should say it a lot. People forget."&lt;br /&gt;Jessica - age 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the final one -- Author and lecturer Leo Buscaglia once talked&lt;br /&gt;about a contest he was asked to judge. The purpose of the contest was to&lt;br /&gt;find the most caring child. The winner was a four year old child whose next&lt;br /&gt;door neighbor was an elderly gentleman who had recently lost his wife.&lt;br /&gt;Upon seeing the man cry, the little boy went into the old gentleman's&lt;br /&gt;yard, climbed onto his lap, and just sat there. When his Mother asked&lt;br /&gt;what he had said to the neighbor, the little boy said, "Nothing, I&lt;br /&gt;just helped him cry"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Ya&lt;br /&gt;Suz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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