Tuesday, September 23, 2008
My Nursery Class
Two Little Black Birds
Two little black birds
Sitting in a tree
One named Peter
And one named Paul
Fly away, Peter
Fly away, Paul
Come back, Peter
And come back, Paul!
Friday, September 19, 2008
My Two Daughters
No, it's not Jenalee and Kailee. It's Jenalee and Marla--Jenalee's old roommate. :o) She spent the summer in California and is now back in Provo and has brown hair now instead of blonde. :o) Jenalee was just called to be the new Relief Society President in her single's ward, so she will have her hands full since she is working full time now. She actually got her certificate as a Dental Assistant, but after working at an emergency dental office several times, she decided that wasn't the career for her since she passed out almost everytime she went to work. :o) For those of you who haven't seen Jenalee for awhile, she got her hair cut off and is really enjoying spending less time washing and drying her hair. By the way, HAPPY BIRTHDAY, JENALEE--we love you!!
Neighborhood Kids
Fitness Center
Sunday, September 7, 2008
Our Trip to the Utah State Fair
Thursday, September 4, 2008
Pinewood Derby
Tuesday, September 2, 2008
GMAT
Go Fishing
Hitchhiker

I just thought I would share a funny story that Gene told me the other day. He and Dean were driving back from Canada this past week, and somewhere in Idaho they saw a man standing on the side of the road. He was a hitchhiker, and he was holding a sign like a lot of hitchhikers do. However, this sign was a little unusual--it said, "I Won't Kill You". I'm just wondering if that guy ever caught a ride to wherever he was wanting to go. :o) This just reminded me of a story that happened back in June 1978. Gene and I were on our honeymoon, and we were on our way to California when Gene saw this hitchhiker and decided to give him a ride. You have to remember this was a LONG time ago. haha! But we were in my 1974 Ford Maverick--it was only a 2-door car, and so it was not that big. So this old man with a cowboy hat on sat right behind me, and he did NOT smell very good. He was all hot and sweaty and did I mention that he smelled?? Anyway, we had to stop to get gasoline, and this old guy had to go inside to use the restroom, so as Gene and I were sitting there waiting on him, we decided to leave the old guy behind. But unfortunately, he had left his cowboy hat sitting on the back seat of my car. So, as Gene was peeling out (like the guy would be able to catch us on foot), I grabbed his hat, rolled my window down, and threw the hat like a frisbee as far as I could. I hope he found the hat. :o) That was the last time we have ever picked up a hitchhiker. :o)
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