BAILEY and DEVIN

TUESDAY, DECEMBER 01, 2009 Yesterday after I picked Bailey and Jayden up after school and took them home, Bailey asked if she could play with (I forgot her name) . I said sure and I drove her to a house across from their elementary school. The girl wasn’t home but there were three boys about her age playing in the driveway next door. She started talking to them. She asked if she could play with them and again I said yes and left her there. A while later Corey called to check up on them and I told her where Bailey was. He voiced some concern. He said he didn’t mind her being there and playing with them but she has a tendency to take off without letting them know where she is going and they have to search the whole area trying to find her. He asked me to go get her and bring her home. When I got there she asked if Devin could go home with her and play. I said yes and she ran through their garage, into their house and a minute later a cute little boy her height came in tow. He is a very nice polite young man. They were in the same room in school last year if I remember correctly. He told me he had to be home at six and at ten ‘til he climbed into my car and I took him home. As it turns out, the girl Bailey originally wanted to play with goes to her grandpa’s house after school every day.

2 dreams; A double murder – Chris’ death

Sunday, November 22, 2009 – Oh boy. Here we go again. I woke up this morning from two bad dreams. I guess they were in the nightmare category. The first one involved a stabbing and a drowning in which I was nearly the next victim. One day, after I escaped, thanks to some people walking into the area scaring off the perpetrator, I accidently walked into the wrong apartment. As I was profusely apologizing to the three or four people who were there, I noticed a magazine which was open to an article telling about the bizarre happenings I had been involved in. I knew of the article's existence. I asked them if they would mind making me a copy of the article. They said no, they would just give me the magazine, which they did and I was on my way. There wasn’t a lot of detail in the next dream but it involved my son Chris’ death (again). It was represented by a large egg being thrown and splattering in the general shape and size of a person which quickly dried.

RAMBLING

Friday, November 20, 2009 Again it was my day to pick up Jayden and Bailey after school. I waited and waited but no kids. Finally I started to drive home to see if I missed them somehow. Jayden came running up to my car with Issie. He hopped in and announced that Bailey never showed up at his room to meet him. That is the daily plan. Jayden panicked and called his dad on my cell phone. Corey said he was coming home “right now.” After checking the house to see if she might have gotten past us and had gone home some how, we drove back to the school. There she was standing next to the sign that says the name of the school. Jayden yelled at Bailey for not being where she was supposed to be then he called Corey and told him we had found her. He asked to talk to Bailey and gave her a big long talking to. It seems no one would listen to her explanation (except me) Her class had been playing on the playground instead of being in the classroom. They quit early and Bailey went to the sign to wait for us. We just didn’t see each other. She felt bad that everyone was getting on her case. After a while Jayden realized how bad she felt and he apologized. That helped and soon they were being silly goofs. Teasing Jayden, I asked him if he had ever kissed a girl. He said no, “I’m not going to kiss a girl until I am fourteen.” Bailey piped in with, “Mathew kissed me under the table but it wasn’t my idea.” Jayden got silly and made up a poem and they repeated it over and over and over again. After a while they did it while doing what looked to me like an Irish jig. It goes: There once was a Grandpa from Kentucky, Who peed his pants in the movie When he went home his bed was wet. End of story – the end (I’m not sure if line three is exactly word for word.) I pretended to be mad and chassed Jayden around the house while Bailey and Buddy got between us and protected him. Bailey wielded a plastic sword. Following is a “poem” Jayden wrote in school. His penmanship is very good. I kept his spelling and punctuation. I’m thankful for two things. One thing I’m thankful for is my dog. Our dog’s name is Buddy. We throw his favorite ball. He catches his ball in the air. Another thing I am grateful for is my Mom and Dad. My dad went to college twice. My mom works for Fedex. My dad fixes credit card machines. My parents are smart. As you can see, I am the luckiest person to have these things.

NIGHTMARE after NIGHTMARE after NIGHTMARE

MONDAY, NOVEMBER 16, 2009 The last two nights I have had a plethora of nightmares. The last one this morning that I woke up to was about me being chased by Arab terrorists. In most if not all of them I was being hunted down by someone. This afternoon, being Tuesday, I picked Jayden and Bailey up after school. We went home and they did their thing; video games I think, and I read for a while. After my eyes got tired, I lay down on Stacey and Corey’s bed and took a nap. I woke up from a two part dream. In the first part I was in an airplane over Mirror Lake in the High Uintahs when it broke apart or something similar; I’m not sure exactly. I went into a free fall, curled up in a ball and landed in the lake lower legs first. The semiconscious part of me had me kick off the bottom of the lake and make it to the surface. The still asleep part of me had me stuck in the mud at the bottom of the lake not being able to kick myself loose and I drowned. From that dream I went immediately into another dream. Corey and Stacey and I were in an airplane in the same area. Again the plane broke apart. This time we had one parachute between the three of us. I was wearing it and Corey and Stacey were hanging onto me. Corey and I were hanging on to each other for dear life but finally we couldn’t hold on any longer and he fell and died. He landed on a ledge half way down a cliff. The highway ran along the edge on top. People were standing above where he landed watching the whole thing. The weight of Stacey and me was too much for the parachute to hold and I knew if we both stayed hanging on we would both died. So I pulled Stacey up to where she would be able to hang on by herself and I let go and fell. I was able to guide myself so that I landed virtually on top of Corey and I was killed also. Since there were witnesses our bodies were soon recovered. The scene changed to sometime later, maybe a day or two before Corey’s and my funeral. I don’t know were Stacey was but she was obviously distraught. Corey and I waited until she was as calm as we figured she was going to get and we appeared to her. I was at Corey’s right side and back a step. He did all the talking, telling her that we were in a better place and happy and that he wanted her and the kids to be happy and generally encouraged her. (The scene was from her point of view.) I finally spoke up and asked her to tell everyone else that we had appeared to her and she had visited with us. The scene next changed to the day of our funeral. Stacey was at our viewing in the Relief Society Room at church standing five or ten feet in front of our caskets when we appeared again. Each of us was standing behind our own casket. We were smiling encouragement to her and I think Jayden and Bailey were their witnessing it too. (Again the scene was from Stacey’s viewpoint.)

SO CUTE, BAILEY ANN

Friday, November 13, 2009 Again today I picked Jayden and Bailey up after school and took them to their house. We watched cartoons including The Last Earth Bender which we have seen over and over. The two of them took turns, or often both talking at the same time giving me a blow by blow account of what was going to happen next including “word by word.” After Stacey got off work at 6:00 the kids and I left to meet her, Corey and Judy at McGrath’s at Southtowne for dinner. As we were driving on Redwood Road north of Camp Williams, Bailey asked me if I could drive with my knees. I told her “No, the seat is too low.” She said that she wanted me to drive with my knees so I could put my fingers in my ear so I couldn’t hear what she wanted to say. (She didn’t want to feel embarrassed.) Finally she said it anyway. “I think the city is so beautiful when it’s dark.” I told her I thought it was beautiful too. This gave her some confidence and she said, “Jayden, do you think the city is beautiful.” Jayden was so intent on playing a video game on my cell phone he didn’t respond. He probably didn’t even hear her. I thought she was so cute and so mature for an eight year old.

HERE COMES SANTA CLAUSE

FRIDAY, NOVEMBER 13, 2009 Corey called this morning and asked if I could rescue Stacey. Their van wouldn’t start (again) and she needed to get to work. He thought maybe we could jump it. That has worked in the past. For a while they were having a lot of trouble with the battery dying. When I got there and checked, the battery seemed fine—the lights where shining brightly. But, when Stacey tried to start it, it made a loud clicking sound so I drove her to work at FEDEX KINKOS in Draper. While we were driving we started talking about Christmas which is in a month and a half from now. She said that Jayden is getting the idea that Santa may not be real or at least not like he thought he was when he was younger. He said that Santa Clause died a long time ago. Stacey said, “Yes, there was a St. Clause who died way back when but now other people do his job for him.” Jayden said, “I know who Santa really is, it’s Father in Heaven.” Stacey said “Uh…sure!” At this point Bailey chimed in with, “If it’s Father in Heaven we should get everything we want ‘cause he can do anything.” Whoa, Fortunately Corey who was there did some quick thinking and said, “Yes, but Father in Heaven only gives you what you NEED!”

FUNNY LITTLE ONES

Thursday, November 12, 2009 Today Niki hosted a boutique party at her house for Brook Barton. Last night Judy cut up vegetables and made dip for it and today I delivered it. Afterwards I put Gavin in my car and went around the area putting flyers on all the community mailboxes, advertising the affair. From their Gavin and I drove to Alexa’s preschool to pick her up. It seemed the whole place was watching for us. Niki had called ahead to let them know that “Grandpa Fred” was going to pick her up and that “he is wearing a red shirt.” When we walked in the door everyone was laughing. They announced that just before a “Grandpa Frank” who was wearing a red shirt came in to pick up his grandchild and they at first tried to give Alexa to him. Good thing this gentleman and Alexa knew the difference! (Come to think of it, I'm note sure they tried or not but I thought that made the story more interesting!) Later while we were in the car, I was teasing Alexa and asking her how old she was. She held up all the fingers and thumb on one hand and said “five.” I jokingly scolded her and said, “NO, YOU'RE THREE!!” She of course responded with, “No, I’m five.” “No, you’re three.” “No, I’m five.” Etc. Finally she said, “I’m three and a half and one ninth.” When we were driving out of their area on the way to get Alexa, Gavin saw the pond and start saying, “Duck!” and “There it is/they are.” (I forget which.) After picking Alexa up we went to Carl’s Jr. for lunch and to kill time. I got them an order of Chicken nuggets (Carl’s Jr. Star shaped) and fries. They each ate a handful of fries and Alexa took a couple of bites of chicken. At his request, I squeezed a packet of ketchup for Gavin to dip his fries into and he daintily dipped away. But a few minutes later he suddenly slapped one hand flat into the ketchup, fingers and all and started making a fist and opening it—back and forth squishing ketchup every where. Then he took a big sip of milk and intentionally spit it out all down the front of his shirt. After that with two swoops he threw everything that was on the table onto the floor. There was ketchup and fry sauce and fries and paper etc all over the place. I decided it was time to go home. I cleaned up as best I could, pack up the two rug rats put them in the car and left. Whew!