Hey! Does Anyone Read This??

I know we don't get out much & I know we don't have cute little kiddies to show you pictures of or to tell you stories about, but HEH! could somebody at least read & comment here, OK? I mean these antique pictures are pretty cool!!!

Fine......they're gone. You had your chance.......

Really, seriously, our life is pretty darn boring. Work, fight over dinner, fight over TV, bed-fight over light on/off, TV on/off, then it starts all over again, except for Sat & Sun when we throw in a cooked breakfast for Sat morning & early Church on Sunday! YEAH for SUNDAYS! SERIOUSLY I love Sundays. Now if I could convince Tony that he only needed to eat just twice a day on Sundays, I would never turn the calendar over to Monday........ever.

Oh, we worry a lot. We worry about our parents. Are they healthy, are they happy.....do they even care if they're happy? SERIOUSLY. We worry about our grandkids. Are they safe? Are they careful? Are they hangin with the right crowd? Are they doin their homework? Are they brushing their teeth (or in Ava's case, their hair)? We sorta worry about our kids, but between worrying about our parents & grandkids, there is only so much worrying room left to go around. I mean, who wants worry wrinkles......not me!!!

We sorta worry other people in the Ward. We're the Ward canning specialists. We annoy every one every Sunday by standing up before every class (& I do mean every darn class) & waving the inevitable clipboard (with attached pen) in front of their faces & pass along our beloved Bishop's message of hope/fear that their very lives depend on attending the Stake Cannery each month & canning every imaginable food available to be vacuum sealed with a sustainable shelf life of five years to Kingdom Come for a time of need! I can't believe we haven't been stoned in the parking lot by beleaguered ward members overwhelmed by guilt. (It will probably happen one evening when we switch to the late schedule & have to slouch to our car leaving Church under the cover of darkness.) SERIOUSLY

So please, if you happen to stop in & visit with us some time, just leave a comment & try to be kind. We're old now, & do not tolerate fools well. We may take you off our email mailing list!! (I can hear what you're thinking.....remember I have MOM radar!! & it still works!!)

BLAST TO THE PAST

Patti Stowell sent a website to me that featured the place that we all frequented for our regular date nights every week of our lives, or so it seems! It was The Armory; the local Armored Guard Station that a local promotor, Bob Dye, would rent & stage teen age dances. It was just about as regular as the sunrise during my teen years, every Saturday night.


When I was very young, I went with my brothers, then later I went with my girlfriends. Later I went with dates. It was so fun to get ready for 'the dance'. As a girl in the 60's you would have to spend all of Saturday & probably part of Friday night (to wash your hair so it would be dry by Saturday night). We would agonize over make-up...was this too much? too little? was this too much ratting our hair? too high? not enough? too much hair spray (it would make your hair stick to your dance partners' face when you slow danced if you used too much)? We had to take turns at the bathroom mirror doing our hair & make-up, but I don't remember any arguments over that. We did argue over clothes, though.......always!

Anyway, here are a couple of pictures that included some family members from our youth that I wanted you all to see. Show the grandkids so they can be shocked!

This is a fun, fun, fun site that Tony & I had a blast reviewing! I included the montage so you could get an idea of the dress, hair, etc of our times. When did we become 'The Oldies'? I don't remember voting on that?!

Thoughts of 2008

I was drawn recently to the quote from Quentin L. Cook, “Hope Ya Know, We Had a Hard Time,” from his Conference talk and just wanted to send/share this with you all today as we all share in the same family spirit of unity in love and loss. It’s been a great comfort to visit with you each individually & discuss with you how your lives have been impacted by the immeasurable loss of our Rob & the affect it has had in our day to day lives.

Patti’s house was so beautifully decorated for Christmas, that I didn’t even notice until she pointed it out to me, that she had not decorated her Christmas tree. The children had each put up of their own ornaments & it was lovely, yet Patti’s heart just wasn’t capable of ‘decking the halls’ as far as the tree went. I, too, had only managed to add ten mementos to our artificial pre-lite tree. I just couldn’t find joy/energy to ‘deck’ my halls beyond that. Maybe next year……

John David & I had a few moments to visit while he was here in Mesa work assignment. We shared some thoughts & experiences of the time we spent together at the Epperson home in Rob’s final days. Even living in the same house at the same time, we each had additional experiences that we had not had the opportunity to share with each other.

The grieving process is on-going & seems to have a life of it’s own I recognize & respect that. I’m grateful that, for me, it’s moved from having to cry at least once each day to a sort of emotional dull ache. How else would I be able to go to work every day?

There are times of sweet remembrance, also. Times I can absolutely fill my head with Rob’s voice & enthusiasm! Times I can be very thankful that my life was once blessed by his presence so that my tomorrows can be graced by his remembered essence. I know & love Rob Epperson. And when I see him again, I will know & love him still. Though he was all too mortal, his godliness well covered any failings he might have had. He is one of the most unselfish people I have ever met. That is a Christian characteristic. That is being like Christ. In that, Rob excelled.