My Hero

Everyone has someone special in their lives (other than their parents) who has taught them everything they know. For me, that special person is my grandpa Penrod! He taught me how to blow bubbles in my bubble gum, how to tie my shoes the fast way, how to dance, how to laugh, the true meaning of hard work and most importantly, he taught me how to love the Gospel of Jesus Christ! He was one of the most spiritual men I knew, and he lived each day of his life in the fullness of the gospel. Two or three times a week he was a worker in the Ogden temple and he loved it so much! He was even able to officiate the session when my brother was endowed. That was a wonderful experience that I will never forget. Grandpa Penrod loved to serve! Whenever he got a chance he would help anyone that needed an extra hand. He fell out of a tree last Saturday because he was helping someone trim it. Even until the last moments of his life he was working hard and helping others. I remember vividly the advice he gave me over and over again as I was a growing teen. He always said that if i truly wanted to achieve something i would have to work hard to get it, because if i didn't it would slip through my hands. When i decided to throw shot put, he was there supporting me the whole way. Each time he saw me he would ask, "So Mindy, what are you doing to improve?" Those words will stay with me the rest of my life as i ask myself daily, "So Mindy, what are you doing to improve?" He was and will always be an inspiration to me. I hope I can live my life with the same kind of love and dedication that he did his. I love my Grandpa Penrod, and i can not wait to see him again!

Sorry if i made any mistakes in my typing; is seems as though i was unable to see the screen or keyboard as i typed.

Nursery Teachers or Lion Tamers, same diff.

So there we was, in the forest.. er. well the church, walking steadily towards where we though they might be, and we jumped out from behind a bush... well.. i mean.... walked through the door and then we spotted them, four children. "Phew" we was saying, but their zoo keeper was like, "if you could go to Nursery A, that would be good." and so we does. upon arriving there we find out two things. first off, There are no smiles on Sunday Mornings in Nursery. second Children Don't like Strangers, well for at least five minutes. Well there we was in the middle of a clearing surround by snarling youth, knashing their teeth, and crying for mommy. Right Terrifying they was too, but finding large bins loaded with Distraction devices, we tossed brightly colored plastic knick knacks and fluffy recreations of other wild life into their drooling fangs and slobber covered claws. after that, trying to civilize them with a lesson, was almost a cinch, that was until they got hungry. so before they tore us limb from limb we gave them food, and lots of it. then we sang to them until their Mothers rescued them. And that was Mindy and My First Day in the Nursery. (Picture that was provided is a Re-enactment, by an unpaid professional volunteer to our cause seeing as we are not allowed to take pictures of specimens found in Nursery, our thanks to the lovely photograph Modeled by Sam Peterson.)

Of only a few words

In the frigid north land of Logan Utah James and I find that words are necessary to communication, but too many words can make things confusing. This is all just a heads up that our blog will contain more pictures than it does words. A picture by itself says a thousand words anyway.