SILLY GIRL

The other day Greg and Corey and I were talking and the conversation turned to kids.

Greg mentioned that Alexa at age four is really into computers. She will spend hours on "approved" web sites that they have put the icons for on the monitor.

The other day Alexa called her dad into their home office (she often calls him "Greg") and said "Will you print this for me?"

She had somehow traced her hand on the computer and drawn feathers on it to look like a Thanksgiving turkey. After that she wrote "B.Y.U." on the body. It's all part of the BYU University of Utah, playing both ends against the middle game she plays.

Greg responded with an emphatic "No"; which, when he says it that way sounds like a drawn-out "Newwwwww".

Later Greg said, "I guess you'll have to go live with Avery", her next-door neighbor friend whose family are BYU fans.

Alexa responded with, "Ok, I'll go pack my things; I'll sleep with Avery. Her bed is big enough!"

COREY & The GREAT HAM

Yesterday Corey found a ham recipe on the Internet. He sent me the link for it and we both agreed it sounded good.

He went to Wal-Mart, got the ingredients and he and Jayden put it together.

Jayden, with Corey's help made the "funeral" potatoes…yummy stuff.

Stacey was at work all this time.

When it was about ready I drove up to their house for a good tummy filling.

Around midday yesterday I started feeling ill while I was doing my thing in the pool. It felt/feels like the flu but I had a flu shot several weeks ago. I am still feeling the effects. I only went to sacrament meeting today then came home.

Judy is in Minneapolis visiting with her mother, Bev. She is supposed to come home tomorrow morning—going straight to work from the airport.

The weather is bad back there plus the flights don't look good, space available wise so who knows.

CRAZY GRANDPAS

Friday, November 12, 2010 Today Eagle Mountain held a Veteran's Day parade and when I picked Jayden up from school, he had an American flag on a stick to which he Scotch Taped a short pencil. He climbed in the car and gave it to me. I thought that was nice of him. They both rode their scooters to school and Bailey asked if she could ride hers and go to Jade's house with Jade and Alure (sp Bailey and Jayden pronounced it Alur A) I told her that, that would be fine and asked were Jade lived. She said by the park that is by the church. After I dropped Jayden off at their house I remembered that Bailey was still wearing her school backpack. I drove to across the street from the park, turned around so I would be on the east side of the rode and waited about fifteen seconds until I saw them. I asked Bailey if she wanted me to take her backpack home for her. She said "yes" and added her gloves and then her coat to the pile in my back seat. One of the other girls said, "Your grandpa is nice." Bailey said, "Yes and crazy." "Crazy some of the time?" "No crazy all the time." To that the other girl said, "I wish my grandpa was crazy!"

2 in the pool

I had a so, so day as far as how I felt. At five thirty this evening; (night I guess, it is dark already) I went to the pool to do my hour walking and jogging. At my doctor's command/request I am supposed to walk in chest high water for half an hour. At first that was enough to wear me out but then I got used to it. It is much more strenuous than jogging. Today at the end of an hour I didn't feel like I had done anything so I kept going. My body must be geared to the hour thing because it wasn't many minutes later that I started feeling the "pull." I kept going for another hour, so if I'm unresponsive tomorrow morning that is probably why. I walked and jogged. the jogging feels good on my joints and when I walk I feel like it is helping my strength.

a CHIP OFF THE OLD (Grandpa's) BLOCK

Monday, 08 November 2010 Judy and I, and most of the family are BYU fans, while Greg and Niki are for the University of Utah. (I always say that "I went to the 'U' for a while but I repented.") Four year-old Alexa has quite the sense of humor (Like her grandpa?) She has gotten to where she will play both ends against the middle. I will say to her, in a strong voice. "B.Y.U." to which she will react as if I had shouted out a four letter word. But, when she is alone with one or both of her parents she will get a big grin on her face and shout out "B.Y.U." and wait for their reaction. Last night the whole family including Lyn were over for grilled marinated chicken with all the trimmings for Chris' birthday. Chris is forty-two years old as of yesterday. Jim turned forty-one a couple of weeks ago. Funny having two boy about the same age as their father...he, he. My mind's young--my body's over the hill; in fact so far over the hill I can't see it from here! I especially can't see my feet unless I am sitting down and my legs are outstretched.

HALLOWEEN PARADE

My four year-old granddaughter Alexa called me bright and early this morning to invite me to her Halloween parade at her school, Learning Dynamics Preschool. She said to be early so I was there about ten before ten. The three year-old classes came through first in one direction then the four year-olds came parading in the oposite direction. I know it sounds like a proud grandfather, but, Alexa was far and above the most gregarious one there out of all the kids. She was beeming from ear to ear and looking all around and waving. Of course, her mother being a photographer, Alexa poses at the drop of a hat. Grandma Lynn Chazen was there as well as Niki's sister-in-lay Kelly and her cute daughter Cisely. If I can figure it out and if there are any good ones I will put a picture or two in the blog.

LOST IN JAPAN - BEAUTIFUL BROWN EYES

Monday, 25 October 2010 Last night I had dream after dream of being lost and having trouble finding my way back. In the last dream Judy and Niki and I were in Japan and I kept stooping down to pick up nickels and dimes and quarters and standing back up to discover Judy and Nike were ahead somewhere l0st in the crowd except every once in a while I would see Niki's head turned trying to find me. I guess she was torn between trying to keep up with Judy and not loosing me. I woke up singing a song my parents used to often sing: "Beautiful, beautiful brown eyes Beautiful, beautiful brown eyes Beautiful, beautiful brown eyes I'll never love blue eyes again."