I now pause for a minute of silence

Admittedly, my blow dryer has a bit of a temperament.  He's not that old, so really, I think he's just a bad apple.  I heard some of his siblings also have fallen off the deep end, so I blame his bouts of red-hot temperament on bad parenting.  Really, by the time he came into my hands, there was nothing that could be done to save him.

Today, in a bout of fury, he overheated and burned a large chunk of my hair off in his wake.  I thought I smelled something suspicious, and then, POW! the hair fell blamelessly and unceremoniously to the ground.  I am left a woman in mourning with a stripe of 2 inch hair near the crown of my head.

One thing's for sure, that blow dryer has blown his last day.

Forgive my moment of bragging

My dear Dr. Millar was just awarded a guest teaching award of the year by the P.A. class at the school of medicine (he's been doing some surgery lectures for them the last few months).

Way to go, Deedles!

Loving You, Grandma Adele

My dear Grandma Dell passed away yesterday morning in the early hours.  Her name is really Adele, but I guess with children around, she just became GrandmaDell (one word). She had cancer and has been very weak for a few months. 

I will always remember how she called me "Milly, dear." I will remember her bright, shining face when she complimented me after a play or concert.  I will remember climbing the trees in her yard and admiring the flowers and painted decorations of plenty at her home.  In particular, I remember marveling at a twirling music box made of color-changing lights that looked like a tree (isn't it funny what we associate with our Grandparents?).  I will remember touring her beautiful garden (only now do I really recognize how magnificent it was).  I will remember eating her canned goods and the scratchy handwriting on the top of the jar that signified her work-- I will especially remember how my Dad cherished her culinary handiwork. I will remember her plentiful kisses on my cheek.

I fondly recall trips to her summer home, 'Twice Glad.'  She took us to the bumper boats, she took us to the playground down the road in her frilly pink golf cart, and we played hours of "Trouble" in between exploring the 'forest' near her house.

I am so grateful for the sacrifices she made as she raised 6 children- one of whom was my Dad.  Because of her service, I was blessed to learn from him as my father.  He was a great influence to me, particularly about how hard work is the only way to get things done right.  I know that those seeds were planted under her tutelage and love.

I love you Grandma.  I hope to reunite with you soon (not too soon for my kids sake, of course).

Open Gym/ Fashion Show/ Craft Fair at Davis's Gym on Saturday 17th

Davis's gym is hosting an awesome event this Saturday, July 17th @ 12- 5 PM.
The address is 601 West  900 South, Bountiful, UT (take the 500 S exit and turn right at the light, then go down to 900 S and turn right, gym is at the end of the road)

The team members with be doing an exhibition.  Davis is slotted to go @12:15.

This is what events are scheduled:

Live DJ
Balloon Animals
Bounce House
Face Painting
Concessions
Open Gym
Raffle Drawings ever 20 minutes.

Check out the website for the event here.

Two important announcements:

1)  Eliza has finally grown out of her size 8 shoes (I think she's been wearing this size for 2 years).

2) Reed started walking last week.

Thank you.

I interrupt this regularly scheduled program

. . . .to tell you about two things this week:

I gobbled up (and by that I mean I inhaled) these books:

The Hunger Games and Catching Fire by Suzanne Collins (SO GOOD)

On the way home from church today, Davis asked, "Dad, did you see me making buggy eyes during my talk?"

"No," he said, "I thought your eyes looked normal."

"While I was talking about Jesus (he had a primary talk today), I just felt some tears coming to my eyes so I had to open them up really wide so no one would see the water."

"Oh, Davis, do you know why you felt like crying?"

"No," he answered.

"It was the Holy Ghost giving you a warm feeling about Jesus as you read those stories about him."

"Cool.  But why did the Holy Ghost make me cry?"

"Well, it was happy tears."

I told him later that when I feel the Holy Ghost I also feel like crying.