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The Good, the Bad, the Ugly and the Beautiful

Jenna does NOT deal with change well.   She is horrible at it.   Horrible.   I don’t even remember what it was she was complaining about last night.   I told her that whatever we do, wherever we live, no matter what, there are going to be some things that we like about our current situation and some things that we don’t.   I told her to write a list of pros and cons with living in West Valley and with living in Myrtle Creek.   I didn’t suggest for her to include Kearns – after all she was only five when we had moved. There was probably more drama about that move than there was with this last one. After reviewing her lists, I decided to make some lists of my own.   Thus for this post, I have decided to share each list that was created (or started at least) Jenna’s pro list for living in West Valley 1)            school friends 2)     ...

Love the House I Live in

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         Though Roland seemed anxious to purchase a house right away, I still don’t know what city I would like to make my permanent resident.   I love Myrtle Creek. Everyone’s been so friendly and it really did not take long to warm up to things.          Roland has always looked at the house itself.   My primary concern is with the neighborhood, the ward, the area itself.   The house is only secondary.   But I do love this house we’re in right now – though we are just renting and haven’t even bothered looking at a house to buy – though Roland still seems anxious to do that very thing.           School is so expensive, and if we can find a home now, Jenna will have a better chance of going to school in Oregon for a much lower cost than her brothers.   MUCH LOWER – but we have to be homeowners.   But I also believe w...

Give Me Moist Aire

It’s been an awesome winter Yesterday we had a storm Didn't last long, but now the air is dry.  I Haven’t had the sinus pain Breathing’s been nice Until the Last few days My throat is closing The only way to clear it Is to make an unattractive noise I drawing the attention To myself But if I don’t make those sounds I can’t breathe Why when it snows Is there less precipitation in the air? I am not a scientist.   I don’t understand Why the air is so dry.

I’m Floored That She Would Even Remember Me

         Quite recently Jenna had asked me if there were seriously anyone who did not/does not like Santa Clause.   I gave her an example of a girl who used to live in my mom’s ward.   Roslyn hated beards.   She was scared of anyone who wore one – even in pretend. The two top people on her “hate” list were Santa Clause and Jesus – I don’t know if it was that order.          Imagine my surprise to learn that little girl grew up to be the vice principal at Jenna’s school.   I hadn’t known that when I related the above.   I was assisting at the JA city when Roslyn had approached me yesterday to ask if I was LaTiesha Cannon.   It’s true that I was wearing a nametag with my first name on it.   But still.   I don’t think we’ve seen one another for at least thirty years – not that we had much contact when living in mom’s ward.      ...

Coulda, Woulda, Shoulda . . . Time Machine

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“And if men come unto me I will show unto them their weakness.   I give unto men weaknesses that they may be humble; . . .” Ether 12:27 How many of us wish we had a time machine that we might have opportunity for do over.   If only I had made a different choice.   If only I had spent more time (and probably money) perhaps we could have found our runaway dog.   I wish I had been a more positive influence when Roland’s girls came to visit.   I wish I hadn’t left Jenna in all day kindergarten after we moved. Regrets are demons if we allow ourselves to dwell on what could have been instead of just moving on.   Perhaps we may learn from or see growth from what it is we think we’d like to change.   Allow me to use Jenna’s kindergarten experience as an example. The school by our first house offered two all-day kindergarten classes.   There were few parents who desired just half day.   The instructors were able to devote m...