It is Clarks's turn to figure out the apple basket. Everyday... the minute he is on the loose... he goes straight for the basket. His intentions are clear! He wants an apple.


Today, he got one.


Today, he got one.
Tanner and Chezzie gave Doug a wonderful Father's Day gift. They said they would organize the garage. Anyone who knows the state of our garage can only begin to appreciate the enormity of the project. Tanner has spent numerous hours out there this summer, and the tractor and a car both fit easily into place now. While working yesterday, he found a box of Melanie's old gymnastic clothes. Evidently "something" else had discovered them first. But what? We can't decide if these cute little guys are baby rats or baby squirrels. Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.



After traveling for years with Cherylyn, our family knew that she could always be counted on to spot a nearby restroom. As she got older, she began to rank them from 1 star to 5 stars and the rest of the family would decide how "desperate" they were by the ranking.
The only thing better than skiing yourself, is teaching someone else to ski. And the only thing better than that is when the someone else is your friend. After several attempts, my friend Roxanne skied today. And I might add, she skied with gusto. Up she came, and she circled the lake three times. She was talking the entire time, and I have no idea what she was saying. But I was so happy that I almost cried. I have been happy all day just thinking about it. Roxanne has been over to the house and attempted to ski several times, but she never gave up. I just love that about her. In spite of the fact that there was one less snake in the lake today, it was still nerve wracking thinking about it (meaning, thinking about what other snakes might be in the lake.) Roxanne was wondering if we were stupid or crazy or what? Maybe just fun-loving!
We were down at the lake waterskiing this morning and we saw a snake go by. Luckily, Doug had brought his shovel down with him, so he was standing guard on Birdhouse Pier. A few minutes later, Brianna finished her ski and skied into our cove. Doug started going nutso, so I figured the snake must be back, but then it disappeared again. Chezzie skied. I was getting ready to ski and we saw him, just on the other side of the jet ski. Doug had his shovel poised and ready and the snake was heading his direction. Chezzie walked near to watch. I headed right out of there, right off the dock. All of a sudden, the shovel was speared into the water. "You missed him," I said. But it wasn't true, and snake blood was discoloring the water.
Good job!
Today it was Doug's opportunity and blessing to ordain Spencer to the office of High Priest. It is special to note that Spencer was named after the prophet, Spencer W. Kimball. He ordained Doug's father and, therefore, now is part of Spencer's line of authority.
It's always party time when auntie Bweanna is around.




My family has always been (I think I will say) "smart" enough to tell me that I am a good cook. And I have enjoyed learning to cook to please myself and my family and for social events. Discussing my prowess in the kitchen a couple of years ago, Tricia told me that although I am a very good cook, I am also a very messy cook. She even went so far as to say that if I had a cooking show, it would be called, The Messy Cook. I don't think it occured to me before that time that I was any messier than anyone else. I do know that I loved cooking in Argentina because Martina cleaned up after me. Those were the days!